Page 312 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Just then the back door opened and Tarson stepped inside. He was followed by Daisy who looked chagrined and embarrassed, hiding slightly behind her Daddy.

Ellie was confused when a moment later Wyatt and Lark entered. After them, Milo and Riley joined. Evan and Tori were on their heels, followed by Davis and Sue. All her friends. All of the ones who’d gotten drunk with her last night anyway.

All the girls were hugging their Daddies’ arms tightly, looking bashful and embarrassed just like Ellie felt.

The Daddies all nodded to each other and shook hands, while the Littles were very quiet.

“Sue’s good memory allowed me to run that license plate of the man who’d asked Tori out,” Wyatt shared. “There aren’t any concerning results, but I don’t want any of you to do that again. Understand?”

The Littles nodded. Sue stepped forward to take the cleaner they used for the tables and a cloth. Tori claimed the broom while the others volunteered for other jobs.

Ellie sniffled, her tears slowly drying up as she realized everyone was here to help.

Tarson pulled Daisy in front of him. “Do you have something to say to Ellie, Baby girl?”

Daisy held out a large envelope. “I’m sorry for messing up your shop, Ellie. I made you a card, and I want to help clean up with you.”

“Me too.” So many Little girls said this at once that Ellie had no way to know who spoke, but as she glanced around she realized it was probably all of them.

Relieved beyond belief, she realized the Daddies must have planned this. She couldn’t be sure what each of their days had looked like so far, but she figured they’d each suffered from a hangover and some form of punishment.

“I’m sorry too,” she said.

Daisy smiled and came in for a hug. “If we all work together, we can have this cleaned up in no time.”

“She’s right,” Riley agreed.

All six girls ended up in a giant awkward group hug.

“Thank you for coming to help me,” Ellie whispered.

“You won’t be working alone. There are twelve of us,” Garrett announced as he and the other Daddies each grabbed some cleaning supplies. Her Daddy was the best.

“We’ll have this place cleaned up in no time at all, and then you girls can sit down and eat the special cupcakes I set aside for you, but the beverage for this afternoon will be milk,” Tarson joked.

“When did you make special cupcakes?” Ellie asked incredulously.

He grinned mischievously before turning to open the refrigerator. A moment later he pulled out a tray of a dozen assorted cupcakes. All of them were messed up in some way.

Ellie giggled. “Bad cupcakes!” she exclaimed as all the Littles huddled around to look.

A fit of giggles followed.

Daisy’s face was scrunched in confusion. “What are we laughing at?”

Ellie was wiping tears of silliness from her eyes as she responded. “Yesterday a customer took home a reject cupcake I had pushed to the back of the display case after it fell over and the frosting got smooshed. She got me thinking about all the bad cupcakes we throw away and how we’re hurting their feelings.”

All the Littles grinned now that they understood better.

Lark clapped her hands together. “Does this mean from now on we get to eat all the bad cupcakes at the end of the day?” She glanced at her Daddy.

The Daddies groaned.

Tarson winced and glanced at the other men apologetically.

Garrett set his hands on Ellie’s shoulders. “Let’s not get carried away, Rainbow. You girls better not start accidentally knocking over cupcakes all day just to have treats after work,” he warned.

Ellie tipped her head back to give him her most innocent, shocked look. “We would never do that Daddy.”

Tarson laughed. “We’ll revisit the policy for bad cupcakes another day. Maybe they can get donated to a shelter or something. Just for today, this batch is for you naughty girls to eat after you clean up.”

All six girls bounced and clapped their hands together. “Bad cupcakes!” they shouted, but only for a moment because they each winced from too much movement to their tender heads and the loud outburst.

Ellie spun around and hugged her Daddy close. “I love you, Daddy,” she blurted, feeling like the luckiest Little girl in the world. She had the bestest friends ever and the bestest Daddy. They all did. They were truly blessed.

THE END

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