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Devi lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
This sucked.
Big time.
What was Hayes even doing? Was he torturing her? He was. She should complain about him.
“I’m going to get a lawyer!” she cried as he walked into the bedroom.
“And what do you need a lawyer for, Little girl?” he asked as he set something down by her hip. She tried to twist to see it, but she couldn’t.
Dismissing it, she glared up at him. “Because you must be breaking Little law!”
“Little law?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest as he stared down at her.
“Yep! Little law! It clearly states that you can’t bring up old trans . . . transgressions! Yep. Uh-huh. And it also says you can’t punish someone when they hadn’t been given the rules. No. Naughty. Also, you can’t make a Little girl wait in the bedroom for her punishment. I need a lawyer. I think Gwen could help.”
“Hmm, that’s an interesting idea. However, there is no such thing as Little law. And Gwen isn’t a Little lawyer.”
“Well, that just sucks.”
“It’s going to for you.” He kneeled on the bed next to her hips and then reached under his T-shirt that she was wearing to draw down her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Spankings are given on the bare bottom.”
“Daddy! Noooo!”
“That’s not your safeword,” he said to her.
No. It wasn’t. Drat.
“Can you put your good arm above your head and rest your sore arm on the mattress?”
He hadn’t put the sling back on so it was easy to move her arm. But why did he want her to do that?
He grasped hold of her legs and drew them back to her chest so her knees were bent and her bottom was fully on display.
Well, that answered her question.
“Daddy!” she cried.
“I want you to use your safeword if your arm hurts or anything other than your bottom hurts. If you get overwhelmed or scared, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Because you’re a meanie?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Because I put myself down and put salt in your coffee and got off the sofa and . . . and the other thing.” She could feel herself blushing.
“That’s right. Although I have another sort of punishment for the salt.”
