Page 214 of Broken Daddy
She gasped. “That’s just rude.”
“Oh, here it is.” He held up a notebook that had Naughty Notebook written on the front.
“Daddy! No!” she cried.
“Oh yes. Let me find a pen. Now, I’ll just write down the date and what you did wrong. Oh, look, there’s even a place to write all of your rules. And now the punishment. Hmm. I suppose we should start taking care of these now.”
He set the notebook aside as she jumped to her feet and raced away . . . all right, in her mind that’s what she did.
In reality, she attempted to get off the sofa and fell back onto it, banging her toes against the coffee table as her foot slid out in an attempt to balance herself.
“Devi!” He rushed over and helped her sit.
Lord.
Yeah, he was right. Graceful she was not.
“What were you trying to do?” he asked as he sat on the coffee table and grabbed hold of her foot. He rubbed her sore toes gently.
“I was trying to run away from you,” she grumbled.
Hayes raised his eyebrows. “You’re not allowed to run away from me.”
“I can if you’re gonna spank me! That’s not nice.”
“No. What’s not nice is you speaking badly about yourself. Insinuating that I wouldn’t want my dick in your mouth. Putting salt in my coffee. Hmm, there’s also the fact that you got up off the sofa to look at your cheek when you were supposed to be resting.”
Shoot.
“Now, what punishments are you going to get for those things?”
Spankingher wasn’t a simple thing.
Generally, he’d just pull her over his lap and spank her. But he couldn’t do that with her injured arm. It would likely be a few more weeks before that was a possibility.
But there were other ways.
“You’re not really going to spank me, are you, Daddy?” she asked, giving him a sad look. “Devi is such a good girl.”
“If Devi was such a good girl, then she wouldn’t have four entries in her naughty book, would she?”
“But Daddy! I just saw my cheek for the first time since it was slashed by a nasty man. Then I had a panic attack. Then I had the most amazing sex I’d ever had. Don’t you think that’s enough for one day for one Little girl?”
Fuck.
She had a point.
But as he studied her, he saw a flash of satisfaction in her face.
“Hmm, you are right. Unfortunately, there is an interest clause.”
Devi gave him a suspicious look. “What’s an interest clause?”
“Well, every day that goes past, the punishment increases. The punishment for the salt in my coffee is now up to about three hundred spanks.”
“Nooo, Daddy!”
“Luckily, you’re not getting spanked for that. I want you to head into the bedroom and lay on your back on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
