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“Good.” He patted her thighs, then moved his hands away.

“Nooo, please, Daddy. Please.”

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I really am. There is nothing I would like more than to make you come right now. But I can’t do that when you’re being punished.”

So unfair.

She had to come desperately.

“I need a shower,” she said suddenly. All she needed was some time alone.

“You can have a shower before bed. Or you can let Daddy give you a bubble bath.”

Ooh, that did sound nice. But it meant she wouldn’t get the opportunity for some relief.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself without permission.”

Noooo.

“That’s so mean,” she cried. “You can’t do that.” She huffed out a breath as she tried to get off his lap. Only she ended up getting tangled up in the blanket and nearly falling on her face.

“Easy,” he barked, lifting her up. “You’re going to hurt yourself. What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter is that you’re mean!”

“How am I mean?”

“I need to come.”

He settled her back onto his lap, then tilted up her chin so she was forced to look up at him. “Are you going to lie to Daddy again?”

“Nuh-uh. Nope. I promise.”

“Then your punishment is over. I can see I’m going to have to be careful how I use that punishment. You get worked up very quickly.”

Well. What did he expect? That was an awful punishment.

“Come on, let’s settle you down.” He stood and held her on one hip as he walked over to the small fridge he’d had installed in here. It shocked her how easily he carried her around. As though she weighed nothing. When she most definitely did.

Grabbing a bottle of water, he gave it to her. “Hold this, baby girl.” Then he carried her to the bathroom and set her on the counter. The counter top was nice and cool.

He grabbed a washcloth off, then wet it. What was he doing with that?

“Spread your legs, baby girl.”

What? No. Nope. She wasn’t doing that.

He raised his eyebrow. “Do you want a smack on the bottom?”

Um, she didn’t think she did? She thought about it. Nope.

“No, Daddy.”

“Then spread your legs apart.”

“Can I have a third option?”

“A third option?”


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