Page 222 of Papa's Bébé
She really missed her Lego.
He lifted her off him, then stood and held out his hand. She slid her hand into his and let him draw her up to lead her down the hallway.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
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Darn it.
If she’d realized she was going to be punished, she wouldn’t have slid her hand into his and let him lead her toward her doom.
She’d have . . . she’d have . . . well, she didn’t know exactly what she would have done. Maybe tried to run away. Hide.
Yeah, she might have run and hidden.
And gotten your bottom paddled worse than it’s about to be.
Hmm.
Now she was standing in the corner of the playroom with her jeans and panties stripped off and her bare bottom pushed out.
This shouldn’t be allowed!
It was embarrassing and what was she supposed to be thinking about while she was in the corner?
“Are you thinking about what you and Millie and Livvy could have done differently?” Matthieu asked.
Right.
That’s what she was supposed to be thinking about. She sighed heavily.
“I’m going to take that as a no and that you need to do some more thinking,” he said.
Drat. He wasn’t wrong.
She didn’t know how long she stood there but by the time he called her out of the corner, she had to pee.
“I’ve got to go pee!” she cried, heading toward the attached bathroom.
But he stood and grasped her around the waist.
“Hey! I gotta pee.”
“Is that the way you ask?” he said calmly.
Uh, well, as far as she was aware she wasn’t actually asking, she was telling.
Ohhh, maybe that was his point. She’d noticed that he didn’t take direction well.
“Please, Papa. I have to go pee-pee.”
Wow.
Where had that come from? She’d never heard herself speak like that before. But it felt . . . good. It felt right. Like this was the way she was meant to be.
Urgh. Was that weird?
“Good girl,” he told her. Then he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down in front of the toilet. She immediately sat and waited for him to leave.
