Page 200 of Broken Daddy
“Now out. And again. Nope, you’re going to obey me. Listen to Daddy. In. Good. Hold. Now out. That’s it. You’re being a good girl for Daddy. Take that breath in again. Hold. Now out. That’s it. Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”
Yep. That was her.
His good fucking girl.
Only, when she gathered herself enough to turn and look up into his face, she could see him scowling down at her.
Uh oh.
Now, she got the feeling she was in a world of trouble.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked in a small voice.
“Oh yes.”
“Why? For having a panic attack?”
If anything, his scowl increased. “You know you would never be in trouble for having a panic attack. What did you promise me when I left?”
“Um.”
“Devi,” he warned.
“That I wouldn’t leave the sofa.”
“And where are you?”
“In the bathroom,” she grumbled. “But I get to pee, right? You don’t want me to pee my pants, do you?”
“Only if you’re in diapers.”
“Hayes!” she protested. “I’m not wearing diapers.”
“Seems you might need to if I want you to stay where I put you. Were there any in that Little gift basket the girls put together for you?”
“No!” The basket had been amazing. It had a gorgeous buttery yellow blanket and a small soft squirrel that could be attached to a bag or keys. Some kids coloring books and colored pens. Lots of candy. And a pair of joke panties with cardboard in the bottom of them to protect her butt from a spanking along with some numbing cream. Hayes hadn’t thought that was as funny as she had.
“Can you honestly tell me that is the reason you came into the bathroom? Because you needed to pee?” He turned her in his arms so she was facing him, her legs on either side of his lap.
She swallowed heavily as he stared at her cheek. Her hand raised to flutter over it nervously. “I had to see! I know it looks terrible. Surely it will get better with time, though, right? It won’t always look this bad? I won’t always look this awful?”
“Right. That’s it. I’ve warned you about putting yourself down several times. You’re spending some more time in the corner.”
In a show of strength, he managed to stand with her in his arms.
“I don’t want to go into the corner!” Corner time was so boring.
“You’re spending time in the corner. You really need a spanking, but I would feel like an asshole if I spanked you after having a panic attack. So, corner time. No, wait. That doesn’t feel right after a panic attack. I need to make you feel secure.” He paused in the living room then moved to the sofa and sat with her on his lap. “Silent time on my lap with my arms around you.”
This was kind of . . . bizarre. He faced her away from him on his lap and held her tight against him. That chocolate and cinnamon scent surrounded her.
“What are we doing?”
“You are having silent time. Only I don’t want to leave you on your own in the corner after having a panic attack.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to get upset again.”
