Page 223 of Papa's Bébé
But he just stood there and watched her.
“You gotta go, Papa!” she cried.
“Not when you’re in Little headspace. You might need Papa’s help.”
She shook her head. “I can pee-pee on my own.”
“I don’t think so,” he told her. “But Papa will help.” He turned on the water and started to speak to her quietly in French.
And sure enough she started to pee. That was infuriating. She’d wanted to hold on to make a point. But, as usual, Matthieu was right.
Of course, she would never, ever tell him that.
“Such a good girl for Papa,” he murmured to her as he helped her clean up.
“Can I have panties, Papa?” she asked.
“No point in putting on panties when I’d just have to strip them off again and spank you.”
“But wasn’t the corner time enough, Papa?”
“It definitely wasn’t,” he replied as he picked her up and carried her on his hip back into the playroom.
He set her down before sitting in the chair he’d been in before. Then he grasped hold of her hips and drew her between his open legs.
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Is it because you’re a meanie?” she asked, pouting at him.
Strangely, when she was in Little headspace she had absolutely no issues with looking straight at him.
Her Little was brave.
And she certainly had sass.
Part of Maya worried that he wouldn’t like that. But, to her surprise, he just smiled.
“Nope, it’s not that. Although I can be a real meanie if you want me to.”
She straightened at that threat. Um, no. She did not want that.
At. All.
“No!”
“No? Are you sure? Because I was just going to use my hand to spank you, but there’s probably a paddle around here that Papa could use on you. If not, there’s bound to be a wooden spoon in the kitchen I could use."
“Nooo!”
“No? Then Papa isn’t a complete meanie, I’m guessing?”
“Nope, Papa, you’re a good Papa. Not a meanie at all.” She really didn’t want to know what it felt to be spanked by a wooden spoon.
“So, again, why are you being spanked?”
“Because I didn’t tell you about the puppy rescue plan.”
“Right. And?”
