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“No, you can only plead the Fifth if it’s something you said. I’m asking you what I said, so no Fifth.”
Rats! “You’re sure?”
“I’m very sure.”
She sighed. “You said you would blister my ass.”
He ground his teeth together. “Don’t say ass, babygirl. That’s a Daddy word. Did you do what I told you to?”
“Well, I did for a few minutes. But then the shooting stopped, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Is that what I told you?”
“But…I was going right back to my spot. I just wanted to take a quick peek.”
“I get that. But I wanted you safe.”
“I was, Daddy. No one else fired a gun.”
“That’s not the point. You have to mind Daddy. To the letter. Every time.”
She was determined to plead her case. “I was worried about you.”
“I get that. But I wasn’t worried about you because I thought you would obey me. Staying down on the floor inside was safe for you. From now on, I will worry because you didn’t do what I told you to.”
Her chest burned. She wasn’t used to following someone else's instructions. Not for the past two years, anyway. She was a Little, but she was a very independent one.
“I can see that spark of stubbornness in your eyes, Half-Pint. That uptilt of your chin. I’m not just being a controlling ass. You could have been hurt. So, I’m going to show you what happens to Little girls who decide they know better than their Daddies.”
Suddenly, her fears were all back. Had she made a mistake? She wasn’t sure she could do this. She needed more time to think. “I just remembered I need to go to the store. I need… well, I don’t remember right now, but I’ll know it when I see it on the shelf. I’d love for you to come with me.”
He stared at her like she had lost all her marbles. “Someone just shot up the front of your house, and you want to go to the store?”
The only thing left was to power through. “Yes, I do. I hate shopping. So, this is a really good way to punish me. I’ll hate every second of it. Except, spending time with you, I mean. I could never hate spending time with you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did you bump your head when I tackled you?”
Great! Now he thought she was concussed. “No! I’m just trying to think of alternative punishments to what you have in mind.”
“And your idea of an alternative punishment is going shopping.”
“Yes. Maybe.” He glared at her and returned to his chair.
Heart thundering, she came clean. “It’s just... well, from what I’ve read, spankings hurt. And your hand is really big and calloused. I think a spanking from you would really hurt.”
“You can bet on it, Half-Pint. It’s supposed to hurt.”
She flushed. “I get it's supposed to hurt. But I’m scared.” There. She admitted it.
“You’re supposed to fear a spanking, too. If you didn’t, it wouldn’t work. But listen to me, babygirl. Spankings hurt in the moment. But no spanking I give you will ever harm you. I will never spank you when I’m angry or out of control in any way. I promise. It’s up to you whether you trust me or not. And let’s look at how well you are treating yourself without rules and someone to hold you accountable. You endangered your health by putting your safety at risk. You disobeyed me by not staying where I told you to. And you ran from Daddy and hid when you knew you were in trouble. I think that warrants a very well-spanked bottom. Don’t you?”
Double rats. He was right. The question was, did she want a Daddy or not? She did. She’d wanted someone for a long time, and he was perfect. She felt safe and cared for around Saul. He was someone she could trust.
Besides, it was just a spanking. Even a long, hard one wouldn’t last forever. So, how terrible could it be? And more than that, she needed one. Guilt burned in her chest, and she hated it.
His face was serious when he pointed to a spot right in front of him. “Come here, Half-Pint.”
Her stomach clenched, but not as hard as her bottom. Staring at the floor, she walked as slowly as possible to stand before him. Her stomach quivered so hard she thought she might throw up all over his scuffed black motorcycle boots.
