Page 127 of Double Daddies
“We only want what’s best for you,” Ryle begins. “I’m not sure we would have agreed to you taking the overtimeifyou had asked us.”
“You weren’t here! Both of you were working, so what does it matter?”
Ben’s arches a brow at me, and I feel my stomach sink.
Uh-oh. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. Now he’s adding disrespect to my list of crimes.
“Maybe we would have been fine with it.”
“You wouldn’t have let me cancel a doctor’s appointment to work,” I grumble.
“We might have,” Ryle pushes back. “The point is, you should have checked with us.”
“Why?” I demand hotly, knowing I’m digging a deeper grave for myself and not caring. “Why should I have to? It’smybody, and I’ll do whatever I damn well please!”
Silence.
Silence has never been so loud.
I cringe, wishing I had a time machine so I could go back and undo the last two minutes of my life. Hell, I’d just go to the damn appointment and then none of this would even be happening.
“I’m sorry,” I say, as meekly as possible.
“I hope so. I think you need some more time in the corner,” Ben suggests.
I groan, but Ryle speaks up before I get the chance.
“You’re clearly not in a good headspace to accept accountability.”
“I can. I promise.” I wait, holding my breath to see what they will decide. I’ve gotten myself in too deep to even want to risk another misstep.
Finally, after what feels like forever but is probably only a minute, Ryle nods permission.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “I just… I forgot,” I say softly. “The appointment slipped my mind. I know I should have told both of you, but I was afraid.”
“You know you never have to be afraid of us,” Ryle says firmly.
“I was afraid… of getting spanked,” I admit, wincing as I voice my worst fear aloud. Of course, at this point I’m pretty sure I’ve already hammered the final nail in that coffin.
Ryle and Ben share a glance, but when they’re looking at me again, their faces are impossible to read.
“Which wouldn’t be a good idea, anyway, because I’m pregnant,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster. Then I hold my breath, hoping they happen to agree with me.
“Talk about using her pregnancy as a way out,” Ben says, and Ryle nods his agreement.
“Clearly she deserves a spanking,” Ryle says.
I can feel the heat of embarrassment rush to my face. I can’t believe they’re doing it again, discussing my fate like I’m not mere inches away!
“Clearly, she needs one. I haven’t spanked her since before you were in the picture.”
This is absolutely unbearable. If I could magically summon another dimension to open up, I would jump in without hesitation and hope whatever species lived there didn’t believe in spanking!
“Is it unsafe for the baby, do you think?” Ryle questioned.
I press my lips together and stare at the floor, hoping I look properly chastised instead of like I’m hoping the odds fall in my butt’s favor.
“I’m really not sure. I mean, we’ve talked about a hand spanking, definitely. But I think this situation calls for a bit more than that,” Ben muses aloud.
