Page 302 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Tori groaned as she reached up a hand to rub her throbbing forehead. Why did it hurt so badly?

When she blinked her eyes open, she realized she was not in the big bed with her Daddy. She was in her nursery crib. The sides were up and the mattress was low.

Sometimes she napped in there during the day, but not usually at night. Daddy liked her tucked in with him at night. She frowned as memories from last night flooded back.

She’d gone to Little Cakes after her bad day. She winced at the memory of splashing brown water all over her face and wondered if Evan had called a plumber.

Oh. More memories surfaced. Daisy’s broken flowers. Lark’s ruined skirt. Riley and Ellie covered in cupcake batter… She was probably forgetting a few things. It got hazy in her head. She remembered needing to pee and waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom. But no one was in the bathroom, and she’d ended up vomiting instead as soon as she’d stepped inside.

She had no idea what happened after that. Shoot.

When she started to call out to Daddy, she couldn’t get her mouth to work and realized she had her pacifier. She pulled it out. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t speak.

She didn’t need to though. Her Daddy was all-knowing. He showed up at her side quickly.

“How are you feeling, naughty girl?” he asked as he lowered the side of her crib and set his palm between her legs.

She wasn’t surprised he’d diapered her, but she flushed anyway. It was hard for her to accept her younger side on days when Daddy told her she needed a Baby day.

Her cheeks heated as he squeezed the front of her diaper. It was saturated. She must have really been out of it during the night.

Daddy was smiling warmly at her, but she suspected she was in deep doggy doodoo.

“Not good, Daddy,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.”

He chuckled. “That’s an understatement, but I’m more concerned about what you told me in the bathroom.” He lifted a brow.

Tori licked her dry lips, trying to remember.

He slid his hand to her belly and pressed against her bladder next, encouraging her to fully empty it.

She squirmed as she added to her diaper. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what she’d said in the bathroom.

Daddy scooped her up and carried her to the changing table. After securing her wrists above her head and adding restraints across her body in two other places, he stroked her hair out of her face.

“Can’t remember, Curly?”

“No, Sir,” she murmured. Her temples were pounding, but she couldn’t lift her arms to rub them with the cuffs on each wrist.

“You’ve been keeping something from Daddy, and your mouth was pretty loose in the bathroom before you passed out.”

She swallowed. Even her throat hurt. “What did I say, Daddy?”

“You told me that a man has been flirting with you at work.” He lifted a brow.

“Oh, that.” Why couldn’t she have kept that to herself?

“You said Sue even followed him out to the parking lot to get his license plate number. Do you realize how unsafe that is?”

She winced. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t think it was a big deal. He’s just some man. We haven’t seen him again after his third attempt to talk to me.”

“It’s okay if someone hits on you once, Curly. But after you tell them you’re in a relationship, they should not do so again. Did either of you think to give the plate number to Wyatt?”

Tori shook her head. “No,” she murmured.

“What happens when my Little girl does things that aren’t safe?”

“She gets punished,” Tori muttered. She knew she deserved whatever he had in mind. Maybe he would spank her to erase her naughty behavior. “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” she encouraged, knowing she needed the absolution.

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