Page 56 of Protecting Little Phoebe

“It wasn’t me! It was my foot! It’s out of control. Just this morning, it kicked me.”

They were on the last leg of their road trip. Tomorrow, they’d arrive at his house, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Which might be part of the reason she was acting up.

“Stomping your foot isn’t going to help your situation,” he told her. “Daddy told you to wait for him while I went and checked us in, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what did you do?”

“I got out of Cherry. But, Daddy, you don’t understand. There was a puppy.”

“A puppy who you didn’t know. He could have been dangerous.”

“Daddy, it was a puppy. Puppies aren’t dangerous.”

“I know it looked cute, sweetheart. But just because something looks nice doesn’t mean it is nice. And you didn’t know the person with the puppy.”

“Daddy, she was a really sweet person.”

“Which you didn’t know when you approached her and asked to pet her puppy. She could have been a kidnapper. She could have stolen you, trafficked you, and then I would never have found you.”

Okay. Phoebe stared at Barren at a loss for words. Which wasn’t entirely normal for her.

“Daddy, she had to be in her seventies. I don’t think she would be a very good kidnapper.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “She could have been a front lady. The real kidnapper could have been sitting in a van down the road. You are too trusting.”

“Don’t you think you’re the opposite of too trusting. You’re untrusting. Is that the right word? Anyway, it doesn’t matter because she was just a nice lady walking her puppy and I got puppy cuddles. I thought you would be happy for me, Daddy.”

“Happy that you got out of the pickup which was directly against what I told you to do? Because that is the biggest issue. You disobeyed me.”

Shoot. She couldn’t exactly argue that. “Am I in big trouble, Daddy?” she asked.

“You are. Into the corner while I get everything we need inside.”

Phoebe sighed sadly and shuffled her way into the corner. This sucked. She hated timeout.

The door opened and closed, and she hummed quietly to herself until he returned. Then she felt him move up behind her.

“Is it over, Daddy?” she asked, perking up. That was a short timeout.

“No, it’s not. But there are a few changes needed.” He drew down her skirt. It was a longer, flowing skirt that reached her knees and was a bright red. She wore a pair of tights underneath for warmth. Those went down to her ankles too.

Her panties soon followed.

Uh-oh.

“Shuffle your feet back and then spread them wider. That’s it. Now, lean forward so I can see that naughty bottom.”

He’d never made her do this before and she was certain that she did not like it. She felt very exposed.

“That’s better. Now, reach back and part your bottom cheeks.”

“Daddy!” she cried, turning to look at him.

He was sitting in a chair that he’d pulled into the middle of the room. That wasn’t a good sign. Was he going to sit there and stare at her? His eyebrows rose as he gave her a stern look. She gulped. Double uh-oh.

“That’s not your safe word,” he said.

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