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“Now, Daddy has a meeting downstairs. There’s a great spread out and Trinity is going to hang out with you until after the meeting. Do you think you can be a good girl for an hour? Then we’ll go home and continue our discussion.”

“Continue?” She looked at him in terror. “Aren’t we done?”

“We are done with the spanking part, but not the talking part. We’re going to talk about how you can get Daddy’s attention, and a different kind of spanking when you need one, without being disobedient.”

“Maybes we can be done with the talking parts too and just snuggle and read stories?” Emilee suggested.

“Nice try, Kitten, but no. Come on, let’s see what Uncle Tater has prepared for dinner.”

CHAPTER 11

EMILEE

Uncle Tater.

Daddy called him Uncle Tater. Uncle. Tater. She giggled at the thought. She hadn’t met the man but once, and it was in a passing introduction. He definitely did not resemble a Mr. Potato Head toy. The thought made her giggle harder. Arrow looked at her and she simply shrugged, incapable of telling him what she was laughing about.

Uncle Tater.The burly man winked at her as he refilled the large buffet. “Homemade mashed taters,” he said warmly. “With fried chicken on the side.”

Emilee couldn’t help but giggle again. “I think you said it backwards.”

“No, I said it exactly the way it needed to be said. Why are taters always the side piece when they should be the main? Now, you try my mashed taters with some of this good brown gravy on it.” He picked up an empty plate and put a large helping of mashed potatoes on it, topped with a spoonful of dark brown gravy. Tater didn’t stop there. He grabbed a fried chicken leg, a scoop of green beans, and a biscuit.

She wrinkled her nose up and shook her head. “No thank you, Uncle Tater. I no want green beans tonight.”

Arrow cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, Tater interjected. “Do you like warm brownies with lots of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla ice cream melting on top?” Emilee shook her head enthusiastically. Now he was speaking her language.

“Then you have to eat your green beans. No dessert until your entire plate is clean,” Tater said.

She looked up at Arrow to see how he’d respond. Would he mind another man giving his girl orders? He stood next to her, completely relaxed, and nodded. “Do as your uncle says. I expect you to listen to them the same way you listen to me.” He frowned slightly. “Given your inability to listen to Daddy lately, let me rephrase. I expect you to listen to them better than you listen to your Daddy.”

Emilee grinned up at him. “Yes, Daddy.” She didn’t mind green beans, but after the spanking her Daddy gave her, she was definitely in little headspace. It was an amazing feeling to let go in a safe environment.

“Good girl. Blade,” Arrow called out to one prospect standing off to the side, “grab Emilee a lemonade and bring it over to where Trinity is sitting.” Blade immediately headed to where the drinks were.

“Go have a seat next to Trinity, Kitten.”

She obeyed quickly, the reminder of disobeying him lingering on her behind. Sitting across from Trinity, she moaned when her sore butt made contact with the wooden bench. Trinity gave her a knowing look and smiled.

“Being a little has all sorts of benefits, doesn’t it?” The older woman asked.

A week ago, she was alone in the world. Now, she was Arrow’s little girl and his girlfriend. At least, until he tired of her… and he would, they always did. Being Arrow’s meant sheinherited this huge family of overprotective uncles. Although, none of them were as overprotective as her Daddy.

Emilee forced a smile, though she was anxious about the conversation to come with Arrow. She hated having to go back and forth between adult her and little her, especially right after a spanking. “Yeah, I guess.” She glanced around the room, spotting the familiar faces of the motorcycle club. “How’s work been?”

Before Trinity could answer, Blade put a tall glass of lemonade in front of her and said, “Arrow said to tell you he had to run to the meeting and to behave.” Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

Trinity grinned. “No need to blush, Em. It’s how it is around here. Work is the usual chaos. But, I love it! Owning my own coffee shop, wine bar and bookstore in one? It’s a dream come true! I couldn’t have done it without The Watchmen, I’ll forever be grateful.”

Emilee nodded, a small spark of pride flickering within her. “The Watchmen do a lot for the community, don’t they? I noticed it before I started dating Arrow. I love how they’re always out there helping people.” She’d seen how quickly they banded together to help a family who’d lost all their belongings and home in a house fire. The family weren’t members of The Watchmen, but it didn’t matter. They’d hosted several charity rides to support the local schools, homeless shelter and Sam’s medical projects. They weren’t the big, bad scary motorcycle club from TV shows. Although, she’d heard whispers of their involvement in some not so legal activities, as well. They were less felon, more vigilantes.

“Totally,” Trinity agreed, her eyes lighting up. “They are all former special forces operators who know how to get things done. They’re loyal, too. Like a brotherhood. It’s comforting knowing they’ve got each other’s backs—and ours.”

“I don’t know about all the men,” Emilee said, her voice softer. “But, Arrow makes me feel safe.” She caught herself, remembering how fragile that safety felt earlier. “I mean, this has been a whirlwind and moving so fast, but I think he really cares about me.”

Trinity leaned in; her smile warm. “I can see how much you mean to him already. It’s like a little family within the club, right? Daddies taking care of their littles?”

Emilee giggled lightly. “Yeah, exactly! It’s nice to have that kind of relationship. I guess it’s just...” She couldn’t come up with the right word to express what she was feeling. Safe? Secure? Comforting?

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