Page 299 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“I think my clothes will remain on, Little girl. I’ll just be a mystery to your friends,” Wyatt suggested.

“Ooo! That’s a good idea. Like a secret, sexy agent. Only I will know. It’s okay. I can be cool,” Lark assured him, sitting back and whistling casually.

“No one will ever suspect.”

“I know. I’m really good at secrets. I wouldn’t tell anyone that someone asked Tori out on a date last week. That wouldn’t be okay at all to share.”

“No. I bet she told you that in confidence.”

“And swore us all to secrecy. I’d never betray her,” Lark said, crossing the fingers of her free hand over her chest.

They drove for a few minutes, getting closer to their house. Suddenly, Lark turned and looked at him. “Hey! I told you Tori’s secret. I’m not supposed to do that. I’m a horrible friend.”

Big tears welled in her eyes and tumbled down her cheeks. “She’ll never forgive me.”

Wyatt squeezed her hand. “Kitten, you’re supposed to tell your Daddy everything. It’s okay to tell me.”

“No! She specifically told us all not to tell our Daddies,” Lark wailed.

“Does this guy come in often?” Wyatt asked.

“He only came in three times. Sue said he had out-of-state license plates on his car.”

“Sue followed him out into the parking lot?” Wyatt asked in a sharper tone.

“Of course, she was making sure Tori was safe,” Lark said, affronted that Wyatt wouldn’t know that the Littles took care of each other.

“I think we need a refresher course in safety,” Wyatt stated firmly as he pulled into the driveway.

“That would be fun. I bet we could get matching T-shirts.”

Lark watched the garage door roll up before turning to Wyatt. “We’re at home already?”

“We are.”

“You’re fast. We could have so made it to Las Vegas.”

“No sirens tonight, Kitten.”

“Fine.” She flounced back against her seat. “I never get to have fun.”

“I think you’ve had enough fun tonight.” Wyatt opened his door and got out.

His serious tone registered through the fog filling her brain. As he helped her out of the car, she asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“With a capital T. There would be an exclamation point after it, but you stayed put with your friends and didn’t drive.”

“That would be stupid,” she said.

The moment that final letter of that word slipped from her mouth, Lark felt a wave of sickness flow over her. Clapping her hand over her mouth, she darted around Wyatt and flew inside the house.

A half hour later, she rested her cheek on the cool plastic of the toilet seat. “Those drinks didn’t taste as good coming up,” she complained.

“Eat a couple crackers. Let’s see if they’ll settle your stomach so you can go to bed,” Wyatt suggested, holding a saltine out to her.

Taking small nibbles, Lark ate it but shook her head when he handed her another. “Not tonight, Daddy. I’ll eat it in the morning. Can I brush my teeth?”

“That would be a good idea, Kitten.”

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