Page 87 of Tinley's Daddy
“I had to get some work done.” I kissed the top of her head. “I was just about to come wake you up.”
“Charlotte’s coming for breakfast.” Her face wrinkled up.
“You haven’t told me much about her.” I removed the other band holding Tinley’s hair up. “Do you get along with her?”
“Yeah, she’s nice.” Tinley shrugged. “I think she was jealous of me because it was her and my mom for quite a while before I came along. Like she wanted my mom all to herself, but she also resented how independent I was.”
“In what way?”
“Like I was involved in dance in middle school and was on this team that traveled, and my aunt would tell my mom what a waste of money it was. And like when I was choosing a college, she said I should choose a school close to home and it was selfish of me to use up all my mom’s money going away to school.” Tinley rubbed her head. “It was weird because I didn’t need my mom’s help to pay for school.
“But now I feel bad for her because she really is all alone.” Tinley hopped off my lap and took my hand and headed for the door.
I didn’t move. She turned back toward me.
“Remember, you don’t owe her anything.”
Tinley nodded and I stood up and walked back to our room. I helped Tinley with her hair and then helped her get dressed in an oversized gray cable-knit sweater and black jeans. I slid some thick socks on her feet. She put her slippers back on. She slid off the bed and looked down at herself.
“I don’t look too little, right?” She frowned.
“Nope.” I bopped her nose. “Not too little.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I leaned down and patted her bottom. “Do we need to talk about last night?”
“What? About the spanking part.”
“And the orgasm part.”
She hid her face. I pulled her hands away and sat on the bed. She stood between my legs.
“You are a very good spanker?” She placed her hands on my shoulders.
“I wasn’t looking for a critique of my performance. I want to know how you felt.” I rested my hands on her hips.
“Well.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I think it was exactly what I needed. Both of them. You always know what I need.”
“Yeah, call it Daddy intuition.” I hugged her and lifted her up.
“Almost too good.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You are certainly going to keep me on my toes.”
“I think it’s the other way around, Tin Tin.” I nuzzled her neck, and she giggled. I carried her into the living room. Kyler was in the kitchen cooking. Rayna sat on the couch with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
“Finally.” She dropped her hands.
“Rayna.” Kyler pointed a finger at her.
She dropped the attitude and stared at Tinley.
Tinley patted me on the shoulder, and I sat her down. “Rayna and I have to…” She turned to Rayna.
“Debrief and strategize.” She looked up at me. “Ninjas only.”
I opened my mouth to ask more. Tinley’s eyes grew wide. I nodded. She puckered her lips, and I leaned over and placed a peck on her mouth. She smiled and spun on her heels. She grabbed Rayna’s hand, and they ran to the back of the house together.
“What’s that all about?” Kyler asked.
