“Titus,” Bonnie scolded, putting her hands on his hips. “That’s not very nice. You shouldn’t tell them about the spanking room, when he’s clearly thinking of spanking her.”
Titus raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that what it’s for? Why else is it called a spanking room? And why have it if it isn’t going to get used?”
“Well, I guess that’s true. It should be used. That’s a good point. All right, would you like me to show you where the spanking room is?” Bonnie asked.
“I would like to lodge a protest,” Betsy told them. “I feel like I’m being ganged up on.”
“Do the crime, do the time.” Titus shrugged.
How rude.
What crime had she even committed? Was wanting to look at Christmas outfits a crime? If so, send her to jail.
Actually, don’t. She wouldn’t do well in jail.
“I don’t need the spanking room this time, thank you,” Ink said.
“All right. Maybe next time.” Bonnie grinned widely.
Like that was an actual possibility.
Betsy didn’t think she’d come back if she was going to end up in the spanking room.
“There won’t be a next time.”
Bonnie’s smile dropped and Titus scowled at her. Ink tensed.
Uh-oh.
“I meant that there wouldn’t be another time where I’d end up in the spanking room,” she said hastily. “I’ll come back here, but I won’t end up in the spanking room. If that makes sense.”
Great. Now she was waffling.
“Never say never,” Ink said as Bonnie’s smile returned to her face.
Whew. Crisis averted.
It was interesting how upset Titus had become when Bonnie was upset. Betsy wondered if there was going on between the two of them.
“Can we go look at Christmas outfits now, Daddy?” Betsy asked.
“Of course.”
“Yay!” Bonnie clapped her hands. “Follow me. I’m Bonnie, by the way. I own LittleLand.”
“I’m Betsy and this is Ink,” she said.
“Ink? Cool name. The big dude is Titus. He’s my stalker, but don’t worry, I’ve trained him so he doesn’t bite. He’s even toilet-trained.”
“Bonnie,” Titus said in a low voice.
Yikes.
Bonnie was either super brave or really dumb. Because Betsy would not tease Titus like that. Bonnie just smiled up at him.
So perhaps she was a bit of both.
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