Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
She scowled at Matthieu. “I don’t like things up my butt-butt, Papa.”
His gaze heated. “You don’t? That’s interesting. That wasn’t in your list of limits.”
She gasped, feeling herself growing red. “Papa! That’s not what we’re talking about!”
“It’s not?” he mused. “Interesting. So, my dick and fingers are all right but medicine isn’t?”
Sheesh.
Was he really going to make her spell this out?
“Yes, that’s right. No medicine up my butt-butt.”
“Mr. Poodles thinks the same,” he told her.
“Yes, but Mr. Poodles doesn’t get a choice,” she informed him. “This is for his own good.”
“Well, medicine up your butt would be for your own good,” he informed her. “And you don’t really get a choice, either. Since I’m the Papa.”
“Papa!”
“Actually, I did get a few medical supplies with these other packages, just in case you got ill.”
“I don’t feel ill!” She clenched her bottom cheeks together.
“No? Are you sure about that? Because you look a bit flushed. I think Papa should take your temperature.”
What the heck? How had this happened?
She shook her head frantically. “No, no, no, Papa! I don’t need my temperature taken.”
“That’s too bad. It’s for your own good.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
Well, at least he would be taking it orally or maybe he had a thermometer that went in her ear or something.
She finished fixing up Mr. Poodles. “There you are, Mr. Poodles, you’re going to feel all better soon.”
“I’m glad that Mr. Poodles is feeling better,” Papa told her. “You’re a very good vet.”
“I knows it, Papa.” She turned and nodded to him. Then she saw what he held in his hand. It looked like a glass tube that was at least the thickness of his little finger. “What is that?”
“The thermometer. Come climb on the bed, please.”
She saw that he’d laid a towel down on the foot of the bed.
“That isn’t a thermometer!” she cried.
“Of course it is.”
“Where does it go?” she asked suspiciously as he set it down on the bedside table.
“In your bottom, of course.”
Oh, heck no.
Not. Happening.
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Well, in hindsight he realized that he should have expected this.
Still, he hadn’t thought she would move quite that fast. Or that she’d be so eager to get another spanking after having one this morning.
But when he’d turned to her, she was already gone. In the wind. Shaking his head, he put his hands on his hips for the moment. Then he let himself grin.
These last few days had been some of the best of his life. Just him, his girl, and her pets. It was the first time in years that he hadn’t had that restless urge to move on. That he felt . . . settled.
At home.
If this is what having a home could feel like, then he was all for it. He was already looking into renting a house in Billings for them all until he could sort out something more permanent. Even if her house wasn’t smoke damaged, there was no way that he would allow her to move back into it.
Nope. His girl deserved far better and he was going to give that to her.
But first things first.
He had to find her, spank her, then stick a thermometer up her bottom.
His grin widened. Yep, this was definitely what life was about.
Stepping out of the playroom, he found Tank and Big B standing in front of the door that led to the main bedroom.
“In there, is she, guys?”
Tank eyed him for a moment before sniffing at the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he reassured them before opening the door. “Hmm, I wonder where Maya could be? She seems to be hiding. Running away was rather naughty so I hope she knows that she’s going to get her bottom spanked.”
There was a squeak from the bed where she was clearly hiding under the covers. Not very well, of course. She was basically a large lump under the bedspread.
That was rather adorable.
Unfortunately, he was going to have to get a bit stern with her. It wasn’t all right to run off like that when he was trying to take care of her.
“Yep, she’s going to have to go over my knee and get her bottom heated. Which isn’t going to feel very nice when she already got spanked this morning. You would think she would behave herself.”
He made certain to close the door behind him. He didn’t need Tank or Big B trying to interfere.
“You know, I’m really tired after walking all the way here while trying to find her. I think I’ll sit on the bed.” He sat down on the lump and she let out another cry.
“No, Papa! No! I’m here!”
“What?” He stood and turned, drawing back the covers. She glared up at him. “That’s where you were hiding?”
“You knew I was there, Papa!” she cried. “And you tried to sit on me!”
“I wouldn’t sit on my girl. But I would like to know what she was doing hiding in the bed?” He gave her a stern look.