Page 16 of Tilly's Tutus
Carter returned her embrace and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m glad you like it. Now, how about some dinner?”
“Can we watch television while we eat?”
He thought about the question for a couple seconds before nodding. “I think we can do that, as long as you actually eat.”
She nodded quickly. “I will, Papa. I promise.”
“Do you want milk or water with your pizza?”
“Sprite, please.”
He left her overnight bag at the entrance to the hallway that led to the bedrooms, and carried the food bag to the kitchen.Opening it, he found three bottles of Sprite, along with napkins, plasticware, and several packets of various condiments for the pizza.
“Should you have sugar so close to bedtime?” he asked as he retrieved plates from the cupboard.
“There’s no caffeine in that, Daddy. It’s caffeine that’s bad before bedtime, not sugar. Sugar is good anytime,” Tilly said as she bounced on her toes.
“I don’t know, I think you’re plenty sweet without the soda, but I suppose we can share one,” he relented as he pulled two cups from another cupboard before putting two of the bottles of soda in the refrigerator. Adding ice to the cups, he poured them each a glass before setting two slices of pizza on each plate.
“Go sit at the coffee table,” he instructed as he carried the glasses over.
While she settled on the floor, making him think his next purchase for the house should be a rug for the living room, he returned for their plates. Then he sat down beside her.
Turning on the television, he pulled up his favorite streaming service and then the cartoon selections. “What would you like to watch?”
“Dinosaurs,” she said as she picked up a piece of pizza and took a big bite.
He turned on an older dinosaur movie before diving into his own dinner. “Would you like Papa to heat up your pizza?” he asked after his first bite of the lukewarm slice.
“No, Daddy, this is just perfect,” she said with her mouth full.
Her voice had become softer and higher in tone, and he guessed she was dropping fully into her Little mindset.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Tilly.”
She swallowed and then said, “Okie-dokie, Papa.”
“Then after dinner, we’re going to have a discussion about how you put yourself in danger earlier.”
Chapter Ten
“Put myself in danger? When did I do that, Papa?”
What did having a discussion mean to Carter? In the DDlg books she’d read it usually included a spanking of some sort. And while she was curious about what a spanking would be like, she also wasn’t sure she wanted to lay over her Daddy’s lap with a bare butt.
“Tilly? Are you listening?” Papa touched her shoulder and she jolted out of her brain and back into the room.
“Yes, Papa, I’m listening. Now,” she whispered.
“When I got to the hotel, were you not sitting outside, alone?”
“Um, yes? But I was right by the front door and I didn’t want you to have to park and come inside to find me. So actually I was being considerate,” Tilly pointed out, hoping to wheedle her way out of any sort of punishment.
Though if questioned, she would have to admit that both mind and body were intrigued at what being punished by Carter would be like.
Carter smirked at her as he pushed his empty plate aside. “Nice try, little one, but Papa does not mind parking and walking into buildings to retrieve his Little girl. Especially since Papa knows there has been trouble in that neighborhood.”
“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
