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“Oh.”

“Oh,” I repeated.

“Y-You snuggled Paisley.”

“Aw, baby.” I lifted her into my lap. “I wasn’t snuggling Paisley. I was making sure she didn’t vomit again while waiting on Onyx. I was worried she would aspirate so I was holding her.”

“W-what does aspirate me?”

“It means that since she wasn’t fully alert, she could have gotten some of the vomit in her lungs and it could have made her very sick.”

“Oh. I don’t want her to be very sick,” she sobbed.

Learning forward, I kissed her forehead. “I know you didn't, baby. You were just struggling with a little jealousy, huh?”

She nodded.

“Go grab Boo from your backpack and come back to my office okay?”

She wiped her face with her hands, but I quickly caught them and dried her tears with a tissue. Once she was tear free she raced from the room. I used the time to text Kay and ask her to go ahead and set up Sam’s stencil. Sam was a Daddy too and he would understand my Little emergency. After the text sent, I stood and opened the mini fridge in my office. Grabbing the pink sippy cup, I walked over to the couch and sat down.

Rouge rushed back into the room holding her bat stuffie.

“Come here and snuggle with Daddy, Sugar.”

She ran into my arms and plowed into me with enough force to take my breath away. She quickly scaled my legs and was in my arms in no time. I handed her the juice and tipped her back so she could suck it. I wondered what she would think of a bottle, maybe some days she wanted to be in a younger headspace. Making a mental note to talk to her about it later, I patted her bottom.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“For what, baby?”

“For giving me what I needed.”

“Daddy will always give you what you need, including the spanking you have coming for your tantrum today.”

She flushed adorable and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tonight before dinner your cute booty is going to have to pay the price for your actions today.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I am very proud of you, though, Little one. You were upset and angry, but you didn’t say any unkind words, or run away…”

“Or throw anything,” she interrupted, making me chuckle.

“Or throw anything.” I agreed. “You did still get angry, but there was a great deal of improvement and honestly, your fit was very… Little girlish.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t wanna hit her, just get her outta your lap.”

Laughing, I squeezed her tight. “I adore you, Sugar,” I said, kissing her nose.

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“Ouchie. Ouchie,” Rouge cried as I brought the brush down on her bottom.

“Your ouchie bottom will help you remember that Daddy will always keep his promise, even if that promise is to blister your ass.”

“Daddy,” she cried, kicking her tiny feet.

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