Page 267 of Her Daddies' Everything

She chewed her lip and he knew she was thinking about it.

“One.”

Still nothing.

“Two.”

Oh, she was up to no good if she wasn’t saying anything.

“Three!”

Over his lap she went. He undid the back of her onesie and drew her panties down. Then he smacked his hand on her ass. She let out an immediate cry.

“Papa! Too hard! Too hard!”

“I don’t think it’s hard enough if you think you can disobey Papa.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He kept smacking her ass until it was a bright red and she was slumped on his lap. It wasn’t a really long or hard spanking, but he figured he’d made his point.

He sat her up on his lap and held her as she cried into his shirt. Then he rocked back and forth.

“What’s the slime for?” he asked her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“Daddy.”

“Hmm. Slime for Daddy, huh? Are you going to give it to him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was thinking in his pillow.”

“Immy,” he said in a low voice. “Why would you do that?”

She didn’t answer so he tugged on her hair.

She sniffled and sat back but wouldn’t look at him. “He won’t touch me unless you’re around. I mean, he touches me. But just like hugs and light kisses. Nothing more.”

“You know he’s scared of hurting you.”

“Well, that’s just dumb. He won’t hurt me.”

“I agree. And actually, I think that mostly he’s worried about scaring you.”

Her gaze hit his. “You think so?”

“Yeah. I think he’s coming to understand that he’s not his father.” He was on a Zoom meeting with his therapist right now. He’d only had two since they’d come here, not wanting anyone to be able to track him down.

Although they would have to be pretty good to manage that.

“He’s nothing like that bastard. And I know it’s all mixed up in his head, what his father said about me, but he’d never harm me or scare me.”

“You really think that putting slime in his pillow case is the best idea to help him get over this?”

“No,” she grumbled. “I guess it would be naughty.”

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