Page 51 of Forever His Brat

Today was mostly going to be about Charlie and reconnecting with his Dom side. He’d found just jumping back on the horse had done a lot to build that energy, but he wanted to cement it in place. The series of problems that had led to him loosening the reins would probably never occur again—but life happened and who knew what the future had in store for them.

He’d thought long and hard about how to handle this Dom date with Charlie. He’d considered what she needed, what she’d told him she wanted, and where he wanted her head to be.

He knew what she’d been missing most was their long scenes, so that was part of what was on the table. Most of the afternoon would be designated as time to spend together, but for the rest of the morning he had some tasks for her.

He nudged her sleeping body. “Time to get up Charlie girl.”

She burrowed deeper into the nest of blankets she was cocooned in. “Too earlyyyy,” she said in a muffled whine.

“Too bad. Don’t make me start counting.” He nudged her again and then rolled to his side of the bed and got up. Maybe she expected him to count to five, instead he started with ‘Twenty-four’ and then paused to give her sleep fogged brain a chance to catch up.

Suddenly she was wiggling desperately out of the covers. “I’m up. I’m up!”

It was extremely helpful that he still hadn’t told her what the numbers were for. All she knew was the count kept going up and it probably wasn’t going to be good for her. As a result, she really didn’t want to test him.

“I’m still tired,” she complained as she stretched.

“We’ve got a date today, remember?” He was already up, stripping off his pajama bottoms.

“Now? In the morning?” She froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

He wasn’t sure why it was so shocking that they might start in the morning. “Why not?”

It was true they usually took care of things in the evening but that was because he worked all day. Morning spankings tended to be spur of the moment, the result of Charlie misbehaving.

“It’s—just mean. Don’t be a mean Daddy.” Charlie let her bottom lip roll out in a pout as she gave him a woeful look. She was not much of a morning person, especially for someone who’d grown up on a ranch.

He had to laugh. “Don’t worry, Charlie girl. This is going to be an all-day event, but I’m not starting the mean stuff until later, as long as you behave yourself.”

“But—”

He cut her off fast. “Better go shower if you’re going to. I want to see you dressed in fifteen.” He turned his back on her and ignored her attempts to argue as he pulled clean clothes out of his drawers.

As he started to get dressed, he noted she was still sitting there with a frown tilting her mouth downwards. He shook his head. “Skipping the shower then? You’re down to thirteen minutes.”

“That’s not enough time, Sam.” She was moving as she spoke, finally getting up with obvious reluctance.

“Guess you shouldn’t have stalled then. Better hurry; you’re losing time.”

Charlie shot a scowl in his direction and then hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door. The lock clicked.

Sam chuckled when he heard it. He had, on a few occasions, gone after her in the shower when she went past a time limit he’d given her. She wasn’t fond of getting her butt spanked while it was still wet.

It was cute she thought locking him out would work.

As expected, she went long over the thirteen minutes, figuring she was safe with the door locked. He could have warned her it was a bad idea, but Charlie usually needed to learn things the hard way.

The simple push-button lock was easy to jimmy open. He swept up her hairbrush from the counter as he passed and a few seconds later he was pulling her out of the shower.

She was soaking wet and unprepared. “Wait! Sam wait! I was just getting out!” Her hair, heavy with a thick layer of conditioner made it clear that was a lie.

“Uh-huh. That’s one more for calling me Sam when I’m pretty sure you know I’m all Daddy at the moment.” He bent her naked body over the marble counter, pinned her there with a hand planted at the center of her back. “One.” The wet splatting sound of the hairbrush to her left cheek punctuated the number.

She yelped and danced in place. “Ow! Daddy, please!”

“Two.” The second one smacked against the opposite cheek. Drops of water sprayed from the impact.

“I’m ready to get dressed now!” In fact, she sounded almost desperate to do what she’d been told.

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