Page 307 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Don’t you think you should help clean it up, Cherry?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll pass the time until then discussing how unsafe it is for you to play amateur detective while you’re at work.” He lifted a brow.

Oops. Sue cringed. Apparently her guilty conscience was strong because she knew exactly what he was referring to. “How did you find out about that?”

He glanced down at her legs as she inched them closer together. “Do I need to use a spreader bar between your knees, Sue?”

She sucked in a breath and held it, hating that his suggestion sent a surge of arousal to flood her pussy and drip out. “No, Sir,” she managed to whisper.

“As for your question, Wyatt called me last night.”

“Lark told him,” Sue realized out loud.

“Yes, and I don’t want you to be angry with Lark. She was drunk and loose-lipped. All of you were. Besides, keeping something like that from Daddy was very naughty of you. You deserve to be handcuffed to the bed for the day, don’t you agree?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes, Sir.” The only bummer was it made her horny, and she was certain she was not going to get relief from that problem. Her legs were shaking from concentrating on keeping them wide.

Davis loved her body and told her so often. She’d been self-conscious about her extra weight when she’d met him, but she’d stopped fretting after he’d told her how beautiful she was about a million times. Now she felt sexy and desirable. And needy.

“Why on earth would you follow a suspicious customer out of the shop into the parking lot, Cherry.” His voice was slightly raised in disappointment, but he wasn’t yelling at her like she probably deserved.

“I didn’t really think he was dangerous. Just persistent. I wanted to get his plates just in case one day he got too persistent,” Sue admitted.

“Where do I work, Cherry?”

She swallowed. “Across the street from me,” she murmured.

“So, who would have been the better choice to get that license plate number?”

“You, Daddy. I didn’t think of that.” She’d acted on impulse.

“Might I remind you that Lark’s Daddy is a police officer? In addition, one of your best Little friends, Avery, is too. Don’t you think it might have been a better choice to call one of them if not me?”

Sue licked her lips. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” The pressure from her bladder was growing intense, but she didn’t want to interrupt Daddy’s lecture to point that out.

“Why didn’t you?”

Sue shrugged. “We thought maybe we were being foolish worrying about the man. Just because he asked Tori out a few times didn’t mean we should call the police.”

“It obviously didn’t feel too innocent to you if you thought you might need the license plate number, Cherry.”

She nodded. “I guess so.”

“Do you work for law enforcement, Sue?”

“No, Sir.” She felt stupid now. He was right. She never should have followed a stranger outside.

“Are you going to make that choice again, Cherry?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you think my punishment is too harsh, Little one?” he asked as he reached over and stroked her inner thigh.

She sucked in a breath.

“I thought a few hours cuffed to the bed would fulfill your obvious desire to try handcuffs as well give you time to think about your choices and what you might do differently in the future.”

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