Page 232 of Broken Daddy
He wasn’t even paying attention to her.
“Time for your punishment. And after your spanking, you can spend the time in the corner thinking about what you should have done differently.”
Irritation filled her and she tried to push it down as he laid her across his lap. Her arm had healed enough that he now felt like he could lie her in this position for a spanking.
But this wasn’t right. She wasn’t in the wrong!
Okay, she had kind of messed up putting a log in the fire, but she just needed to be shown what to do. It wasn’t practical to say that she could never touch the fireplace. And she couldn’t even plug anything in because those darn electrical sockets were all covered.
As he reached for her pants, drawing them down, she started wriggling.
“Hayes, stop!”
“Can’t believe you stomped on embers. What if you hadn’t been wearing slippers? You could have been seriously harmed.”
All right. So she probably shouldn’t have done that.
“No, this can’t happen again. I have to protect you.”
“Hayes, no! Listen to me. Stop!”
Shoot. How to make him listen to her?
Well, you could start by using your safeword.
“Hayes, Parsnip! Parsnip!” she yelled.
What if he didn’t listen to her? What if he didn’t stop?
She knew that it would break something between them if he didn’t listen. And she wasn’t certain if that was something that could be repaired.
Thankfully, he froze, and she managed to get off his lap and back onto the sofa. She was breathing heavily. Gathering up her courage, she risked a glimpse at him.
Oh God.
What had she done?
Why didn’t you just let him spank you? Technically, you did break a rule. Even if you didn’t think that staying away from fire rule was real, you could have harmed yourself by stomping on embers. You didn’t really know what you were doing. What if you’d set the house on fire?
Shoot.
Why did she always have to make things into an issue?
If she had just let him spank her, then everything would be done by now. And they could have carried on as normal.
Well, other than the fact that he was going a bit crazy with all this child proofing.
Be understanding, Devi. Remember that he lost his wife. He’s being overprotective because of that trauma. Not because he’s an ass.
“You . . . what happened? Are you all right? Are you in pain? You hurt yourself, didn’t you? Where?” Hayes started to frantically pat her down, as though searching for hidden trauma.
“Hayes! Hayes, listen to me. I’m fine! I’m all right.”
“Then why did you say your safeword?” he demanded.
“Because you can’t . . . you can’t punish me for this.”
“It’s a rule.”
