Page 298 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Distracted by his handsome face, Ellie ignored his speech as she plucked a flower from her crown and put it behind his ear. “You’re pretty,” she complimented.

“Thank you, Rainbow. Let’s get you home,” he suggested.

She pouted.

“Up you go!” Garrett boosted Ellie to her feet before rising to stand next to her.

Ellie clung to his powerful frame and watched her friends’ Daddies taking care of their Littles. She looked over at the bathroom door to see Evan carrying Tori out of the small room. Even from here, Ellie could hear Tori’s snores.

“She fell asleep,” Ellie whispered.

“It appears that you’ve all over-imbibed,” he suggested.

“Maybe just a bit,” she agreed with him as they stood waiting for each couple to make their way to the door and disappear.

“My day did get better,” she pointed out.

“Unfortunately, tomorrow will not be a good day,” Garrett assured her.

Chapter Three

“Daddy? I’m not tired at all. We should just keep driving.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kitten.”

“Why not? We could keep going until we hit Las Vegas! They have magicians there. We could see a show!” Lark suggested, bouncing in her seat.

“I don’t think we can get there before all the shows are finished, Little girl.”

“You could drive real fast. You could turn on the flashing lights and people would get out of your way,” Lark suggested.

“No, Lark. Those are for emergencies.”

“This is kind of an emergency. I really want to see a magic show,” she pleaded. When Wyatt didn’t cave, she flounced back in her seat and glimpsed the large stain on her usually immaculate suit.

“Did you see what happened to my clothes? That was really mean of him to splash me,” she said sadly. “He didn’t even say he was sorry. He just kept driving. I think he had a smile on his face.”

“I’m sure he felt bad, Kitten.”

“I doubt it. Maybe he’s a serial splasher! You could arrest him. I’ll take off my skirt really carefully and you can admit it into evidence,” she suggested, twisting around to unbutton her skirt.

When his hand gathered hers to stop her from taking off her clothes, Lark looked at him in exasperation. “What?”

“Baby girl, you can’t take your clothes off until we get home. Then, I’ll help you.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re the Daddy. You help me with all sorts of things,” Lark said, turning her hand to hold his. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Kitten, even when you’re sloshed,” Wyatt assured her.

“I’m perfectly fine. You could even give me one of those things to blow into and it would register that I’m totally sober. I’ve always wanted to try that. Do you have one?”

“I’m afraid I used my last one earlier today and haven’t restocked.”

“Shoot! I wanted to show you I could have had another three drinks at least.”

“You’re way past sober, Kitten. Do you remember walking out to the car?”

“I just let you help me because you’re sexy and it’s fun to hold on to you. You have just as many muscles as Davis does. I’ll tell all my friends tomorrow. You could take your shirt off and show them—you know, like a visual aid,” Lark added.

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