Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“I found someone online who could create Little onesies and outfits as well as put decals on things like baby bottles. So I ordered all of this. The kite was actually the most difficult to find. What do you think? Do you like everything?”
“I love them, Daddy! Can I fly the kite? Oh, there’s no wind.”
“Not today, no. We’ll save that for another day. And I haven’t set up an area for your tools yet. How about the slime?”
“Yes, please! Shall I do it outside?”
“Why would you do it outside?” He gave her a puzzled look.
“Um, because I don’t want to make a mess.” She was trying really hard to be tidy.
His face softened. “Hey, it’s all right if you make a mess sometimes. You don’t always have to be tidy. All right?”
“But you like a clean, tidy space.”
“I do. But I don’t mind if you make a mess while having fun. This is your house too. I want you to feel relaxed. ”
Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled.
“That wasn’t supposed to make you sad.” He sat on the sofa and lifted her onto his lap so she was sitting sideways.
“Happy tears,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck.
“Ahh. I’m glad you’re happy. I still don’t like those tears, though. They can take a hike.”
She giggled at his words.
“Come on, let’s get messy.”
They ended up putting down a plastic mat on the coffee table and started playing with the slime. Some of it had pieces of colorful confetti in it while another tub was glow-in-the-dark.
“Ooh, it’s so sticky and gooey. Look, Daddy!” She held a big piece of green slime up and it plopped onto the mat. He wriggled his nose.
Daddy was not a fan of slime.
“It certainly is. I think you might need a bath after this. Pretty sure you’ve got slime in your hair.”
She giggled. “It’s so much fun. Splat!” She threw some down on the mat.
More! More!
Standing, she grabbed some slime and held it up.
“Don’t you dare,” Corbin warned.
“What?” she asked.
“Do not throw that, Bebe. Or you’re going to be in trouble.”
But she had to throw it. Didn’t he understand? She needed to see what would happen.
Splat! Oh my God! That was a big mess! It went off the mat and onto the floor. And onto Daddy’s jeans. And there was a bit on his arm too. He was looking up at her sternly.
Uh-oh.
She just might be in trouble here.
“Hmm. I didn’t know slime could fly that far.”
He wiped the bit off his jeans and arm. “Little girl, what did I say to you just before you threw that slime?”
“Um, that you love me. You should remember that.”
“I will never forget that,” he swore. “But you’re still in trouble for disobeying me.”
“What are you going to do, Daddy?” she asked nervously.
“Hmm, what do you think the punishment is for disobeying Daddy?”
She glanced at the corner of the room closest to her.
“Hey, no. Look at me. That will never happen,” he told her. “And absolutely no lines. But someone is getting her butt tapped.” He stood and reached out a hand to draw her to him. Then before she even realized what was happening, he had his foot up on the sofa and she was being tilted over his raised thigh.
Several hard, sharp smacks landed on her ass until it was stinging and she was gasping.
Then he stood her upright and drew her against him, holding her tight. She reached back and rubbed her bottom before glaring up at him.
“You spanked me!”
Corbin raised an eyebrow. “I popped your butt a few times, not sure I’d call it a real spanking.”
“But it hurt! It wasn’t like those other times when you smacked my bottom while we were, uh, you know . . . those times it made me hot. This . . . this hurt.” Her lower lip wobbled.
“It was meant to, baby girl. How else will you remember to do what Daddy says, huh? When I tell you to do or not do something, you have to listen to Daddy. Okay?”
She sighed. “If you say so, Daddy.”
“I do, precious girl. Now, we’re going to tidy up, get you in the bath, and then it’s time for a nap.”
“A nap? Why do I need a nap?”
“Because you have dark marks under your eyes and you look tired.”
“All lies, Daddy!”
“Lies?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. Come on, you put the slime away while Daddy runs you a bath.”
“I don’t think Little girls tidy up, Daddy. I think that’s a rule or something.”
“No, Little girls definitely do tidy up. Especially when their Daddy tells them to.” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She sighed. “Fine, I get it. Do what Daddy says.”
“Good girl.”
An hour later, he dried her off after her bath. He’d even found some bubblebath. And she’d managed to get bubbles all over the floor.