Page 46 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Good. I was thinking a spanking, but I don’t want you yelling with your voice, so we are going to go with lines,” Noah explained.
Frankie groaned and leaned her head on his chest, taking a deep breath. Lines were horrible. No one should have to do lines, not in this day and age. Her hand always cramped up, and she could never finish them in one go. They sucked.
“I know lines aren’t your favorite, but you do the crime, you have to do the time as well,” Daddy gently said, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “It’s no fun, but the sooner you start, the sooner you will be done.”
The sooner she started, the sooner her hand was going to hurt. Maybe she should ask for the spanking instead, but then her bottom would hurt and she didn’t want that either. What was she going to do? Frankie didn’t want the guilt anymore, but she didn’t want to be in pain.
“Come on, I can feel you thinking, and I don’t want you to get in your own head about everything.” Daddy pushed her back gently.
Her eyes went wide when she realized what she had just called himagain.
Daddy.
She called Noah, her boss,Daddy. There was no going back now. She was done for. Her heart was going to break if he toldher he didn’t want anything to do with her when she was all healed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head and motioned with her hand. If she wanted to get out of talking about this, she needed to start on her dreaded lines.
Daddy chuckled, grabbed her hand, and led her to the kitchen table. “You sit here while I go get the paper and pen. Then we’ll talk about what you’ll be writing and how many.”
Frankie placed her hands on the edge and her head on them, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Was she really going through with this? Was she really not going to stop herself from calling him Daddy in her mind? It was a dangerous road she was going down, but she didn’t know if she would be able to stop.
“Are you okay, Little bug?” Daddy asked.
Bringing her head up, she realized he was kneeling right next to her. When did he get back? She hadn’t heard him walk back into the room, unless she was really in her head and blocked everything else out.
“Little bug?” he called out again. “Are you feeling okay?”
She nodded, but so much was going through her mind. Was she really going to be okay? Probably not. Frankie had grown some form of strong attachment to him, and there was nothing she could do about it. The claws had sunk deep into her, and they were never letting go. Not unless she wanted to feel like she was dying if she tried to get rid of them.
“I want you to write ‘I will not lie again about my health’ sixty times. All neat and legible. When you are done, you can bring the paper to me and I will look them over. If any of them are not okay, you will have to write them again,” Daddy told her, placing the piece of paper in front of her. “I’m going to start makingsomething to eat. We’ll try something hot and cold to see which one you like more.”
Nodding, Frankie started to work on her lines.
“Are you almost done, Little bug?”Daddy asked, turning around from the stove.
Frankie glared at him. She didn’t like the name Little bug. Was that all she was to him? A bug that was meant to be squashed?
“Now, why are you glaring at me?” he asked, crossing his hands over his chest. “Because I gave you lines?”
She shook her head.
“Because of the nickname, Little bug?” he asked, taking a step forward.
Frankie nodded. If she had any blank spots on her piece of paper, she would have written it down for him. Or well, if her hand had allowed it. It was aching fiercely, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to write anymore, even if she wanted to.
“Okay, that’s fine. No Little bug anymore. Now, are you almost done?” Daddy asked once again.
Her shoulders relaxed when he’d said he wasn’t going to call her that nickname anymore. It was like he really cared and didn’t want to call her something she didn’t like.
“Frankie?” Daddy brought her out of her thoughts.
She held up the piece of paper and got out of her chair and slowly walked over to him. Daddy stayed in his spot in the kitchen as she handed him the paper. Taking a deep breath, her stomach rumbled as the aromas around her smelled amazing. What was Daddy making?
“Don’t get too close to the stove. I don’t want you to burn yourself,” Daddy gently instructed as he looked over her lines.
Right. Hot. How many times had she burned herself when looking at the food she was making? Too many. That was why Frankie stayed with eating simple things… things she didn’t need to cook.
