Page 263 of Santa Daddies
Her mouth dropped open and she looked delightfully put out. “That sounds terrible.”
“Hmm. Punishments are meant to be terrible so you remember to follow the rules.”
“I don’t think I should have rules,” she grumbled.
“Everyone has rules. But I don’t have the right to enforce them without your consent.”
“My consent?”
“Yes.”
“What if I never consent?” she asked.
“You will,” he said arrogantly.
“Oh, I will?”
“Yes, because you want this. You want a Daddy, a man who puts you first, who looks after you, who just wants what is best for you.”
“And that involves punishments?” She pouted.
“It doesn’t have to,” he told her. “If that’s a limit you want.”
He could tell she was thinking that through.
“Or you can limit what punishments you’re given. Maybe no spanking.”
She wrinkled her nose. No, it seemed she wanted to leave spankings on the table.
“Perhaps no corner time?”
“That idea has merit.”
At least she was thinking about the sort of relationship they might have.
“Because it would upset you too much or you just don’t like the idea of having to stand in the corner?” he asked.
She shot him a look and he saw the exhaustion weighing her down.
“Come here, baby. Get into bed. We can discuss this at a different time.”
“You’re sure?” she asked.
“I’m not the sort of guy who says anything he doesn’t mean.”
Something like relief filled her face and she moved to his bed. He drew back the covers and she climbed in, freezing as she spotted Lola, who he’d put in bed for her.
“Thought you’d want to sleep with her,” he told her gruffly.
“You don’t mind?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t have put her there if I did, baby.”
She climbed in and put Lola on her other side.
God, she looked hot in his shirt. He wanted to insist that she wear his clothes to bed every night.
Unless she wore nothing at all, of course.
