Page 155 of Broken Daddy
“Who is in charge right now?” he demanded.
“Um, you?”
“Me. I’m the Daddy, you’re the baby girl. So there’s gonna be no arguments over towels.”
“So when I’m Little I’m not allowed to argue?” she asked, giving him an exasperated look.
“No, you’re not allowed to argue whether you’re Little or Big,” he informed her.
“Daddy!” she cried. “That’s not happening.”
“Hmm, well, I could make it a rule,” he said as he stood her on a mat.
“You can’t make it a rule.” She attempted to stomp her foot, but started to wobble.
“Whoa. Be careful. No stomping your foot.” Reaching around, he gave her ass a light slap.
Nothing hard. Just to get her attention.
“Did you . . . did you just spank me?” she asked as he continued to dry her off.
“It was one smack. And you were heading toward a temper tantrum, which isn’t allowed.”
“I wasn’t having a tantrum, Daddy.”
“You stomped your foot and nearly fell over. That was naughty. Put your hand on Daddy’s shoulder while I put your panties on.”
She did as he said with a huff. “Spanking Devi isn’t nice.”
“Stomping your foot at Daddy isn’t nice, either,” he informed her.
“You were going to make no arguing a rule!”
“Well, you best hope I don’t or you’ll have a lot of trouble sitting since you seem to like to argue.”
There was silence. When he glanced up after putting on her pajama bottoms, she was looking worried.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to argue so much.” Her gaze was lowered and he hated that.
“Devi, look at me.” He put his finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “I shouldn’t have said that not arguing was a rule, okay? That bit about you not sitting comfortably was a joke.”
“Oh, so you’re not going to spank me for breaking the rules?”
“I won’t spank you for arguing,” he clarified. “Unless you’re arguing about doing something that would compromise your safety or health. But I will definitely spank you for breaking other rules.”
Devi was so confused.
Did the fact that he wanted to spank her mean something?
Don’t read anything into this, Devi.
You can’t let yourself hope.
He took the plastic cover off her arm and then helped her get the pajama top on. Thankfully, Donovan had bought her a short-sleeved top. Hayes had to rip the sleeve open slightly but he got it on over her arm.
By the time that was done, she was exhausted.
