Page 217 of Papa's Bébé
Then she gaped at him.
“You . . . you spanked me.”
“I gave you a smack to get your attention,” he told her. “That wasn’t a spanking.”
“It was . . . it was . . . that wasn’t very nice.”
He couldn’t help but snort. “Bébé, if you think that’s not very nice, you’re not going to be happy once I actually spank you.”
“Why did you spank me?”
“I told you. I smacked you to get your attention. You weren’t listening to me. That’s one of your rules.”
“What? That I have to listen to you?”
“Yes, exactly. Also, if I put you somewhere, you stay there.”
“Wait!” She held up a hand imperiously. Damn, she was cute. “Are you saying that if you put me somewhere, I’m supposed to stay there?”
“That’s what I just said,” he replied with amusement. “Unless it’s putting you in direct danger, yes, you’re to stay put.” He deliberately removed his hands from her hips. A move to see if she would obey him.
“Stay put? You want me to stay put?”
“I do. It’s a rule.”
“Not a safety rule, though, so I can argue it.” She gave him a triumphant look.
She was so cute when she thought she had won an argument.
“Actually, it is a safety issue when I tell you to stay put for your safety.”
“But it’s not always about safety.”
“Not always, no.”
“In those instances I reserve the right to move,” she stated.
“You can move,” he agreed.
She smiled.
“But you’ll find yourself punished.”
“Urgh! I’m not actually going to be able to argue about any of these rules of yours, am I?” she grumbled.
“You forgot a word,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Successfully. You should have said, ‘I’m not actually going to be able tosuccessfullyargue about any of these rules of yours, am I?’”
Another pained noise escaped her and he did his best to hide his grin.
This was fun.
“Also, back to why you were getting all worked up in the first place.”
She frowned, then she seemed to remember what they’d been talking about before. And she quickly attempted to remove herself from his lap.
