Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Uh-oh. Abort.
He shot Tutu a look as he turned around, but she was too busy trying to pull up her tights.
“Did I say you could pull up your tights, Bunny?” the Fox drawled.
“Uh, no, Daddy. But I don’t think I can make my case with my hoo-ha showing.”
“You can. You will. There’s no point putting your clothes when you’re going to have to take them back down for your punishment.”
Brody gulped.
“But you’re not really going to punish us, Daddy,” Tutu said confidently.
“I’m not?” The Fox raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because you’d have done it already. I mean . . . waiting in the corner with our butts on display is really punishment enough.”
This time Brody really did slap his hand against his forehead.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” the Fox growled. “If you need a smack, I’ll apply one to your ass for you. But you don’t lay hands on yourself.”
“Yes, Papa,” he said quickly.
The Fox gave him a stern look. “And you’ll be getting a spanking soon. I wouldn’t go adding to the smacks you’re already owed.”
No, he didn’t want to do that.
“Sorry, Papa.”
“Why was you hitting yourself, Brody-bear?” Tutu asked. “Did you see a fly? It wasn’t a moth, was it? I don’t like moths.”
“No, it wasn’t a moth or a fly. It just wasn’t smart to tell Papa that being in the corner with our butts on display was punishment enough. Now, he’ll think we need corner time more often.”
“Hmm, I think you’re right, Brody-bear” the Fox confirmed. “After Bunny makes her case, I’m going to smack both of your bottoms before I put you down for a nap.”
“A nap, Daddy!” Tutu groaned.
“Yes, a nap,” the Fox replied sternly. “For both of you.” He leveled his gaze at Brody. “You stayed up far too late last night.”
“But we lost track of time, Papa.”
“Yeah, Daddy,” Tutu added. “We didn’t realize it was past eleven. You can’t blame us for not being able to tell the time.”
“You can tell the time. Besides, I set up both of your watches to buzz when it’s your bedtime.”
“Oh, sugar,” Tutu muttered, staring down at the watch on her wrist. The Fox had given them both these watches. They could send and receive texts and calls, there were games on them, and he could use them to track where they were.
They weren’t the only GPS trackers they had on them, though. The Fox had put them in every pair of shoes they owned, and stitched them into every piece of clothing. It had taken him hours since he’d done it himself. But he was nothing if not paranoid.
And the watch served as a kind of decoy. Anyone who dared to kidnap them would see the watch and immediately assume that’s where a tracker was hidden. Then hopefully not think to check anywhere else.
Not that Brody thought anyone would be able to get to them ever again. Not after Autumn’s near kidnapping. The Fox really didn’t like them going anywhere and if they had to leave his den, he always accompanied them. And they were under strict instructions to never leave his side. He’d even threatened to leash Tutu since she’d wandered off during their last outing to the toy shop.
Poor Tutu, she’d had her eye on this adorable puppy that walked and pooped and everything and the Fox had made her put it back on the shelf because she’d been naughty.
She’d even got a smack on her ass in the store. No one had seen, but still . . . he’d have been mortified if someone saw him get his butt popped.
Although he was pretty sure that puppy would eventually turn up in the playroom. The Fox spoiled Autumn. Heck, he spoiled both of them. Brody had every video game he’d ever desired as well as so many collectible figurines that it still gave him a shock of pleasure when he walked into his playroom and saw them sitting on the shelves.
Yeah, they were spoiled. Even if the Fox occasionally decided to get all strict on their asses.
“Right, baby girl. Give me your reasons for why I can’t just kill anyone that annoys me,” the Fox said.
“Oh right, yep. Well, Daddy think of all the dead bodies you’d have to clean up.”
“I don’t get annoyed that often.”
The pair of them shared a look. So naughty. He never really got truly annoyed. Just . . . lightly irritated.
“And that’s what a cleaning service is for,” he pointed out.
“Yes. But, Daddy, you don’t want to be paying their exorbitant prices.”
“I have often thought of getting my own crew. But that would involve dealing with people. I don’t like people.”
“Right . . . but you don’t always kill people that annoy you, do you?” she said.
“I don’t? Ah, you’re talking about those bikers.” He sighed. “Yes, I can see how you’d be confused. They annoy me all the time. They’re so needy. And they struggle to protect their women, meaning I constantly have to help them. So why don’t I take them out? It’s a good question and one I’ve often thought about. And the main reason is that it would upset my sweet girl. I don’t want to do that. For some reason she likes them. I mean . . . I’m sure that I could find her someone else, so perhaps you’re right and I should get rid of them. It’s been a while since I lit a nice fire. Maybe we can turn it into a bonfire. Perhaps roast marshmallows?”