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“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, running to safety. I sat on the pretty chair in the corner of his office. Despite it being used for punishments, Daddy had made it so pretty. It was white with pink, green, and teal polka-dots on it and it had a pink frilly cushion for me to sit on. There was a timer attached to the back that only a top could touch, but you could hear each second as it ticked by. That part was maddening.

It felt like I was going to be here for a very long time considering Daddy hadn’t even set the timer yet. Poor Sam. I bet he thought I disappeared.

The bell over the door rang again and I turned to look at Daddy.

“Leave it.”

I knew the other artists were more than capable of getting it, but I kinda liked to greet everyone.

Heavy footsteps filled the hallway and Daddy’s office. “Thank you so much, Leland.” Onyx said, holding his arms out for Paisley who ran into them..

“No problem. I hate that she’s sick, but she didn’t vomit again and her temp was down to 102.8 when I checked last.

Vomit?I felt instantly bad. I didn’t know she’d thrown up.

“Thank you. I called Elliot on the way here and he’s meeting us at the hospital. She finished all of her antibiotics for strep and seemed to be better. He’s going to admit her to make sure it’s not antibiotic-resistant.”

Guilt made my tummy hurt and I reached down to rub it.

“Let us know what they say and if you guys need anything.”

“I will, thank you again.” he said. There was the sound of shuffling around, a whine, some soft words, and then more footsteps before the office door shut.

“Come here, Little girl,” Daddy commanded.

Uh oh.

Standing, I walked as slow as I could to him. “I think I should go check on Sam.”

“Kay is setting up my station for me. I would have liked for my best girl to do it, but it seems she was having some kind of tantrum.”

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Leland

I was so fucking proud of Rouge. Yes, she’d been a total brat this morning, but she hadn’t used hurtful words—well besides calling me old—or gotten physical.

“Do you want to tell Daddy why you were so naughty this morning?”

“No.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “Daddy shouldn’t have phrased it like a question. Tell Daddy why you were such a brat this morning.”

“I’m so mad at you.”

“Why, sugar?” I asked, pulling her between my legs.

“Because.. Because… You’re a cactus-cock.”

“A cactus-cock?”

“Yas!”

“Would you like to elaborate on why you feel like Daddy qualifies as a cactus-cock?”

“You didn’t snuggle me this morning!” she wailed.

“No baby, I didn’t. I let you sleep as long as you could so you would feel well rested for your first day back.”

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