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Either way, it was rather entertaining for Jesse, who enjoyed having Daddy’s attention divided. Especially when Edie pushed him far enough that she ended up over his knee for once, instead of Jesse.

“You’re ridiculous. I don’t need to drink that much water every single day.”

But before Daddy could respond, the kitchen sink turned on and Edie slammed the glass down on the counter with an annoyed huff. “Nobody asked you!”

Edie’s conversations with ‘Ken’ were, in Jesse’s opinion, one of the best parts of their stay. Living in a haunted house should have been scary, but Jesse had never felt scared once. Probably because things only happened when Edie was in trouble, so she didn’t have to worry about any ghosties coming after her.

Daddy, on the other hand, never really seemed to know how to handle Ken’s appearances. Like now, for instance, when Ken was clearly on his side, but he obviously didn’t want to acknowledge what had just happened.

When it came to Ken, Daddy seemed to be taking the ‘If I pretend it’s not happening then it’s not actually happening’ approach.

Silly Daddy.

Her giggle drew the attention of her bossy-types, who both gave her The Look, and she immediately slapped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter.

It didn’t work.

“What’s so funny, little girl?” Edie asked as she finally flipped off the tap in the kitchen sink.

Hands still clamped over her mouth, Jesse shook her head. She might be new to having a Daddy and an Edie at the same time, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Hmm.” Crossing his arms, Daddy leaned back against the counter. “Guess someone’s bottom isn’t sore enough. We should probably take care of that before her friends come over.”

“Friends?” Jesse squealed, yanking her hands away from her mouth. “What friends?”

“I invited the other Littles over for a playdate.” There was a wicked gleam in Edie’s eye that had Jesse taking a step backward and throwing her hands behind her to protect her bottom. “And since they have a penchant for mischief, it would probably be a good idea for all of us if you had a nice hot bottom to remind you to behave yourself.”

She took off with a squeal that was both happiness and terror as she led them on a chase around the house. When they finally caught up with her, they delivered the promised sore bottom, along with so many orgasms she lost count.

By the time the other Littles showed up, she was too sore and relaxed to worry about whether or not they all still hated her.

Edie

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“We brought snacks!” Bursting through the front door after a cursory knock, Carly held up two bags of groceries that appeared to be filled to bursting. Her Daddy was close behind with two more bags of his own and a somewhat harried expression.

Edie shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “When are you going to stop letting her buy out the entire store for these things?”

The glare Matt sent her way sent Edie into a fit of laughter. “Next time you can take her shopping and you can be the one to deal with the meltdown because she has to choose between cheese balls and cheese curls.”

“They taste different!” Carly insisted, her bottom lip puffing out in a trembling pout. “One is light and airy and one is super crunchy. They’re a completely different snack experience!”

Raising an eyebrow, Matt gestured to his wife. “See? Pregnancy hormones cannot be reasoned with.”

It was Edie’s turn to cock an eyebrow in return. “Don’t try that with me, Matty Crawford. You spoiled her rotten well before you knocked her up.”

“She has a point,” Carly said with a giggle as she ripped open a package of the aforementioned cheese puffs. “Oh my god. I swear I could live on these things.”

“You could try, but I wouldn’t recommend it.” There was a warning tone in Matt’s voice that had Carly’s cheeks turning pink.

“I know, I know. I’ll eat ‘real food’ tonight, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Tucking that information away for later when the girls inevitably tried to argue that the array of snack food provided was ‘real food’, Edie pulled the various snacks from the bags and laid them out on the dining room table. Too much snack food and too much wine had become a bit of a tradition during their girls’ nights, but since this was more of a playdate, she’d hidden the wine.

Wrangling a group of Littles was well within her skillset. Wrangling a group of drunk Littles was more than she was willing to attempt.

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