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Frowning, Dr. Winters sent her a stern glare that would have given any Daddy at Club BDE a run for their money. “You’ve been down this road before, Frankie. You know how important it is to have that support. I’m sure Holden has been great, but he isn’t an expert. Neither am I, for that matter, though I am very happy with how you’re doing physically.”

Eager to steer the conversation away from her nonexistent therapy appointments, Frankie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Does that mean I’m cleared for all myusualactivities?”

“I’d say yes. As long as you’re listening to your body and not pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion.”

“Thank god. I swear I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get my ass beat soon.”

“Francesca!”

Ignoring Holden’s horrified tone, she kept her focus on Dr. Winters, who was clearly struggling not to laugh and losing the battle.

“And what about sex? He’s not going to break me by dicking me down too hard, right?”

Dr. Winters coughed to cover a laugh, but there was no hiding the amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, that depends. How long ago did you relapse? Best guess.”

Shit. She should have known that question was coming. “What does it matter?”

“Bone density loss is a concern with anorexia, and how much of a concern is going to depend on how long you’ve been depriving your body of the nutrients it needs.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Shifting his hold to pull her even more tightly against him, Holden pressed a kiss to her temple. “Nobody’s going to be angry or upset with you. Just be honest.”

Closing her eyes, Frankie swallowed hard, thinking back to the start of school and trying to map out the timeline for when she’d really started to unravel. “Um. Three… maybe four months.”

“Then I think you’re probably okay on the, ah,dicking downfront. Like with everything else, just ease back into it. As for the spankings, I would suggest sticking with lighter implements for a while. Hand, small leather paddles. If you need something with a little more oomph behind it, I’d recommend a cane or a switch. No large heavy paddles or straps until you work your way back up to those.” Dr. Winters winked, her smile stretching into a broad, knowing grin. “My brother is the president of a motorcycle club and a few of his brothers frequent Club BDE. I know a thing or two about Daddies and their babygirls.”

“How is your brother these days?” Holden asked.

Everything about Dr. Winters seemed to soften. “Boone’s good. The bakery and the club keep him plenty busy and out of trouble. He actually started a new program, helping guys transition from prison back to civilian life by letting them work for him. Really fucking proud of him.”

“That’s incredible. You know… I need some extra help with security at the club. Not inside the club, but if he has anyone who isn’t a violent offender, I might be able to use them. I’ll give him a call later.”

Twisting in his arms, Frankie stared up at her Daddy, the man shethoughtshe knew pretty damn well until that very moment. “You know the president of a motorcycle gang?”

“Club, not gang,” he corrected her with a smirk. “And yes. They own Rev and Roll downtown. Best goddamn muffins I’ve ever had.”

“This is possibly the most bizarre conversationI’veever had.”

“The world is full of surprises,” Dr. Winters said. “Do you have any more questions for me?”

“I have nothing but questions, Dr. Biker Chick.”

Without bothering to hide it this time, Dr. Winters tossed her head back and let out a loud laugh. “About your recovery, specifically.”

“Nope. Really just wanted to know if The Hulk here could finally stop treating me like a china doll.”

“I think you’re more or less clear on that front. I do want to get some bloodwork done, just to be sure your iron is staying where it needs to be and such. I’ll send Cindy in to do that in just a moment. Holden, the front office did have a question for you about the billing, if you wouldn’t mind coming with me to clear that up really quick.”

“You going to be okay if I leave, baby?”

“Oh my god, yes. I can handle a little needle. Go deal with whatever that is and I’ll be waiting here when you get back, you big worrywart.”

Instead of letting her go immediately, however, Holden leaned in, his voice dropping to a low growl. “It’s a good thing the doctor cleared you to get your bottom spanked. Because as soon as we get home, you are going over Daddy’s knee and I am not letting you up again until I’m convinced I’ve spanked all the attitude right out of you, little girl. Think about that while I go deal with whatever this billing problem is.”

As he shifted her to sit on the table, all Frankie could think wasIt’s about fucking time.

Chapter12

Holden

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