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He struck two more times, landing on different spots. Yoanni’sresponses and voice settled down with her counts. A good sign she’d found her groove with the punishment.

By the time he reached his sixth smack, a pretty pattern of reddish welts in the shape of his fingers appeared on her butt cheeks. He moved down to the juncture between her upper thighs and the bottom of her ass. There, he made another crisscross pattern.

On the tenth count, he dove a finger into her sheath without any warning. If she was damp at the beginning, now her core dripped with her juices. The sweet musk of her arousal filtered into his nostrils as he licked his finger. “You’re delicious, baby girl.”

Yoanni didn’t respond or move. She was either taking her punishment as he’d told her or had simply decided to accept the inevitable. The easier she made this for herself, the faster the end of her punishment would come. However, his poor baby was seriously excited. The gravity of her predicament escaped her. If she thought a satisfying orgasm capped the spanking session, she was in for a big surprise. Climax denial might teach her to reconsider before climbing stepladders on bare feet and without asking for help. It didn’t matter. His erection pushed against her belly, revealing his excitement. One thing had nothing to do with the other. He was set on administering discipline. Later, he could take care of himself.

When the count of seventeen arrived, she was a warm puddle on his lap. As reward for taking her punishment—reasonably well—he massaged her butt cheeks and her lower back. But he kept his hands clear from her pleasure zones.

Barron waited a few more seconds, then put an end to any expectations she might have. Grasping her shoulders, he lifted her. “Okay, baby girl, stand up. I’m going to draw you a bath. Your butt will need it.”

Oh, hell. You’d think he’d removed her favoritestuffie forever. The way her lovely hazel eyes, full of disappointment, glanced at him nearly destroyed his resolve. The thin night T-shirt that barely covered her small, pebbled breasts and put her gorgeous tan legs on display called to him in so many ways.Control is an illusion. He’d heard the saying many times before. His was waning quickly. His beautiful Little wanted his love. Why deny her?—?

Abruptly, the morning’s image of Yoanni on the stepladder reaching for a distant cabinet door, an inch away from falling and breaking a bone or worse, brought the headache back.

He clamped down on all weaknesses. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”

Anger flared in her hazel depths. “You know.” She stomped the floor with her bare foot and winced.

He arched an eyebrow. “The brat is out. That must’ve hurt.”

“Oh, you’re impossible.” Now she stomped the other foot and crossed her arms with a loud huff.

“Wow.” Barron laughed. “You woke up in a bratty, destructive mood.”

He understood sexual frustration. The need to climax was riding her hard. But sweetness and honey worked best to get what she wanted, and then there were tantrums, and he didn’t care for any of that shit. Taking a step forward, he pointed at the corner. “You’re on time-out. Move.”

“But—”

“No buts. I told you we’re in discipline mode. There’s no playing or sexy time in discipline. Climax denial comes with the punishment, and good little girls who’ve learned their lessons accept the rules. If you continue to be a brat about this or any other punishment, you and the corner will become close friends. Go. And settle down.”

Yoanni dropped her head and quietly shuffled to the corner he’d indicated.

“I’ll get you when your time-outis over.”

“May I sits?”

Interesting, she’d regressed into a docile Little.

Still…

“You may not.”

Sighing, Barron left his dining area with Yoanni’s nose close to the corner. She wasn’t staying there for long. Five to ten minutes tops. Enough for him to start her bath and retrieve the items he’d purchased yesterday with her in mind that he hadn’t had the chance to bring into his home, courtesy of a blow to the head.

As he started her bath, then walked to the driveway, he felt kind of bad about the additional punishment, but the risk she’d taken still curdled his blood. Plus, the bratty nonsense sent him over the limit of his tolerance. This type of discipline was a customary element in the Daddy/Little girl dynamic and acceptable in age play. He wasn’t breaking her skin or making her bleed as his father had in real life with the buckle end of his belt. But he sensed the spankings were more aphrodisiacs for Yoanni than discipline. Going forward, he’d have to switch that particular punishment for something she didn’t enjoy at all.

He took the bags from the rear seat and returned to the house. Back in the kitchen, he left the sippy cups and dining implements to assist in the regression of an adult little girl, along with a bottle of bubble bath, then carried the remaining items to his small sitting room.

First, he spread out the padded moon-and-stars blanket on the floor before a corner. He positioned the beginners Lego set, story spinner, coloring books, and crayons in a semicircle, then settled the stuffed rabbit and unicorn on each end. Satisfied with the decoration of her basic play area, he sped to the bathroom by way of the kitchen to pick up the bottle of bubble bath. He poured some of the liquid under the rush of water. As the bubbles formed and rose, he tested the water temperature again. Satisfied, he turned off the spigot and went backfor her.

She hadn’t moved an inch from the corner. Her obedience melted his heart. “Okay, baby girl. Time’s up.” He touched her shoulder.

Turning, she buried herself against his chest. “I’s sorry, Daddy. I be brat no more,” she blubbered softly, and he put his arms around her. He could tell her she’d do it again and again. Punishments were in her future. Brattiness, mischief, and defiance were intrinsic to Yoanni’s nature, after all, but he decided she’d had enough for what felt like an endless morning. They still had a full day ahead of them.

Kissing her head, he spoke. “Your bubble bath’s waiting. Come on.”

She sniffled once more and stood back from him. Gently, he wiped her damp face with the backs of his fingers, and she gave him a tentative smile.

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