Page 59 of Daddy's Little Patient

Tears rolled down her face, hot and huge, and a yucky mix of worry and anger and jealousy swirled in her tummy.

“And I need you, babygirl. But we’ll both be okay for a few days without each other. These people really need my help. We talked about how Daddy would have to leave sometimes to help people, right?”

“Yeah,” she agreed even though she didn’t want to. “But that was you telling me and this is it happening.”

“I know, Cricket. It’s different. Theory versus practice.”

Technically she knew what he meant, but it was mean to make her use her grownup brain when she was feeling so Little.

“Can’t I go with you?”

“Love bug. Mister ’Pollo’s bringing me to Anchorage and a bigger plane is going to take me up. The pilot’s going to be bringing a bunch of supplies too, so there won’t be room for a Little girl. Besides, you get so sick on planes. I love taking care of you but I don’t want you to be sick if you don’t have to be. And if I was taking care of you, I wouldn’t be taking care of the people I came to see. That wouldn’t be fair.”

How could she argue with that? Daddy and his sense-making could be really annoying.

“But I’m not leaving you alone to fend for yourself,” he continued. “Everyone else is still going to be around, and Uncle Linc is going to look after you while I’m gone.”

Suspicion made her nose crinkle. “What do you mean, ‘look after’?”

“I mean he’s going to take care of you the way that I do.”

“But—”

She felt the skin of her face get so hot she could fry bacon on it. Daddy took care of her in so many ways. And a lot of those ways were really intimate. Was he serious? He couldn’t be serious…

“No buts, love bug. Uncle Linc is going to feed you, put you to bed, give you your medicine, give you your maintenance spankings and discipline you, take your temperature, give you baths, change your diaper, and do anything else he needs to do to keep my babygirl safe and healthy.”

“But, Daddy,” she protested.

She liked Uncle Linc, and he was fun to have around. But the idea of him doing all of that was so embarrassing! He wasn’t her Daddy.

“I said no buts, Cricket. We can talk about this, and you can ask as many questions as you want. But if you argue with me one more time you’re getting a naughty girl spanking and then you’ll have naughty girl dinner. If you have a tantrum you’re getting a naughty girl enema too.”

“Daddy, no!” she wailed.

When she didn’t get a response right away, she threw herself on the floor and started pounding it with her fists and kicking with her feet. She was screaming and shrieking too, telling her Daddy he couldn’t go and that he was a mean Daddy for leaving her alone and that it wasn’t fair—it was a full blown fit.

After a few minutes of completely losing it, all the furious wind in her sails died down, and she laid on the floor. She thought for a second that she’d get away with it. But she should know her Daddy better than that; she didn’t get away with anything. Daddy was so loving but he was also really strict.

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Owen hadn’t planned on giving Linc a demo of a naughty girl spanking or any of Cricket’s other consequences but he wasn’t sorry his love bug had just handed him the opportunity. Plus it would give him the chance to go over all of his babygirl’s needs that Linc would have to take care of one more time before he had to leave her.

As much as Owen wanted to scoop his Little girl off the floor and give her cuddles, that wouldn’t send the right message. When he was confident she’d calmed down enough to hear him, he talked to her.

“Cricket. I was very clear about what the consequences would be if you argued more, and if you had a tantrum. You did both of those things, so you’ll be having naughty girl dinner, and receiving both a naughty girl spanking and a naughty girl enema. I’m not going to cancel dinner with Uncle Linc because you’ve been badly behaved. You’re going to be disciplined in front of him, or perhaps he’ll get some hands on experience in punishing a naughty baby.”

Cricket didn’t appear to be crying anymore, but he could tell she wasn’t asleep either.

“Are you calm enough to crawl over to the changing table?”

“Yes, Daddy,” came a tiny voice, muffled by the carpet she’d face-planted into.

“Then let’s go, please.”

Cricket got onto her hands and knees, and looked pathetic with the way she hung her head. If she was looking for sympathy, she wasn’t going to find any. Yet, anyhow.

Once she’d made her way to the changing table, Owen helped Cricket onto the top and made quick work of having her use her diaper, and then tidying her up. He almost always got her off after changing her—Pavlov’s orgasm?—but this wasn’t pleasure, it was business.

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