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โSir, wait, please, Iโm sorry. I shouldnโt have called you a cheater. I didnโt mean it. Iโm sorry.โ
Logan tilts his head so I can see his face. Heโs frowning and his ears are flushed. โNo, you shouldnโt have. I donโt lie and I donโt cheat. And hiding something in the same spot is the oldest trick in the book. Iโm not as stupid as I look, either. Now take your ten. Count, Emily.โ
Oh, God, Iโve insulted his intelligence! No wonder heโs angry. I feel the hot rush of tears. โSir, please can we stop? I need to explain.โ
โAfter Iโm done,โ he says, and itโs not his wolfy growl.
I cover my face with my hands and start to cry, holding myself still for the paddling Iโm now desperately afraid of.
I hear him curse softly, then he lowers my legs. He reaches under my shoulders and picks me up. Holding me to his chest in that koala-carry, he turns around and sits on the bed so Iโm straddling his lap. He brushes my hair back from my face and wipes my eyes.
โWhat just happened there?โ
โWhen Iโm little, I donโt think in adult,โ I wail. โI wasnโt being insulting hiding the paddle in the same place. I thought it was clever.โ
โAh.โ Loganโs face goes blank for a second, then he nods to himself and pulls my face into his neck and rubs my back. โSorry, Emmy. I misunderstood. The things I read . . . well, some of it wasnโt right.โ
โWa-what did you read?โ
โSome of what I read made it seem like youโre playing at being a kid, but you still think like an adult. But youโre not, are you?โ
โBeing little isnโt age play. Not for me.โ Please, please let him understand, because Iโve never been good at explaining where my head is at when I let my little out.
โOkay, sweetie. Give me some time to get used to it, okay?โ
Time. The male euphemism for, โyouโve fucked it up and I need a way out but weโve still got nine hours before your train and Iโve got a hard-on.โ
I cry harder. โIโm sorry, sir. Iโm sorry. I can be adult. We donโt have to be little and Daddyโโ
โShh.โ He hugs me tight. โShh, Emmy. Relax. Iโm not rejecting you, or your little. Shh. Iโm just trying to understand where I went wrong.โ He strokes my head and cuddles me close. โCan you handle physical discipline when youโre really little?โ
What kind of question is that? Of course, I can. Didnโt I prove it last night with the tawse? I hiccup as I try to understand why heโd ask me that. โYes, sir.โ
โThen maybe I donโt understand. Why did you fall apart just then? I felt you switch over. That crying was fucking heart-breaking. I hurt you somehow. It couldnโt have been physical, because those two smacks with the paddle were nothing compared to what I gave you with the tawse. Did I do something that hurt your little? Is that it?โ
Now I understand his question. I burrow deeper into him. โI get scared when Daddyโs angry at me for real.โ
โAh, okay.โ He rubs my back. โI was angry at you for a minute there. I understand. Iโm sorry I scared you. When weโre playing, I need to stay in the game with you. I can do that. Letโs try this again. Iโm going to cover my eyes and count to ten and youโre going to hide the paddle again. Not in the same spot, you monkey. Then weโre going to play โhotter, colder,โ until Daddy finds the paddle and youโll get ten with it. Just ten. Is that fair, baby doll?โ
He wants to try again? I press my lips into his neck and mouth the words I said into the carpet, then lift my head and say, โYes, Daddy.โ
โGood girl. Weโre okay, Emmy. Look at me,โ He runs his hand up my back, under my hair and cups my nape. I meet his eyes and see the sincerity there. โI told you I donโt always get it right the first time, didnโt I? But I also told you that I always finish a scene. Thatโs me. Iโm not perfect, but I donโt give up. Donโt give up on me, okay?โ
I throw my arms around his neck. โNever, Daddy.โ
โThatโs my good girl. Up you come.โ He helps me off his lap and hands me the paddle. โHere you go.โ
I stand and watch him for a moment, checking for any sign that heโs not into this. Iโm not giving up on him, but if Daddy isnโt really where his heart is, I can just be his subbie for a couple of weeks.
Logan winks at me before he puts his hands over his eyes. โOne, little monkey. Two, little monkey.โ
I race around the room, opening and closing drawers before I finally slip the paddle between the two folded pink towels still sitting on the night-table, smooth them carefully and then climb up on the bed and throw my arms around Logan where heโs still sitting, facing away from me. I smooch him behind the ear. โTen, Daddy.โ
He reaches back and grabs my hips, then stands, hoisting me onto his back. I squeal as he bounces me into position. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to his big shoulders and nuzzle the back of his neck.
โYou good there, little girl?โ
โYes, Daddy,โ I say happily.
โAm I hot or cold?โ
โDaddyโs smoking hot, but cold at the moment.โ
He reaches back and pinches my sore butt-cheek, eliciting another squeal.
He totes me around on his back while he hunts for the paddle, finding it in much less than ten minutes. For a moment, Iโm afraid that heโll criticize my hiding place again, but he just tosses the paddle in his hand as he slides me off his back and drops me onto the bed.
โOn your back, baby doll, knees to your chest, hold on to your calves.โ
While I get into position, he slips off his robe and hangs it on
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