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)
Of course she was. Because miracles didn’t happen. Well, actually that wasn’t true. They did. The proof was the man walloping her ass and the other one kneeling close by with his own red butt.
Yep, they were her miracles. But unfortunately, it seemed she wasn’t going to be granted anymore. The last few spanks landed and she sobbed, all of her tension easing.
“That’s it, baby girl. Good girl. It’s all over. Just let it all out.” The Fox rubbed his hand over her back as she cried.
“I’m s-sorry, D-daddy,” she stuttered.
He helped her sit up, positioning her on his lap so she faced him. She pressed her face into his chest, where Brody’s had been before and continued to cry as her poor bottom throbbed.
Gradually, she quieted, and the Fox drew her face back to look down at her. “I want you to be more careful with yourself because you are my everything.”
“Y-yes, Daddy. You are my e-everything too.”
His face tightened as he glanced at Brody then back to her. “I said I had retired, and I haven’t done a good job of that, have I? Of taking care of the two of you.”
“That’s not true, Daddy!”
Brody shook his head. “We know you’re doing something important and we support you.”
“We told you to go do it,” she added.
“But it’s not as important as the two of you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Why are you sorry?” he asked.
“Because I was naughty while you were gone, and now you’ll worry more about me when you’re not here. I promise not to do anything naughty ever again.”
The Fox grinned. “Don’t make promises your butt can’t pay the price for.”
“Hey! Are you saying I’ll still do naughty things?”
“Yep.”
“Uh-huh,” Brody added. “But that’s part of the reason we love you.”
“It is,” the Fox told her quietly. “But I want you both to promise that if you need me, you’ll call. Anytime.”
“Promise,” she said.
“I promise,” Brody added.
“Come,” he said, lifting her off his lap and standing. She walked over and grabbed Freddy Fox.
He held his hands out for each of them. “Time for a nap.”
They each took a hand and let him lead them toward the nursery.
“Papa, I don’t really need to nap, right?” Brody asked.
He rarely put his Pup down for a nap. “Yes, you do. You’re tired and you need some rest. You can sleep in Tutu’s bed and she’ll go down in her crib.”
“Can’t I go sleep in our bed?” he asked. “This is a nursery.”
“I’m starting to think you might need another spanking,” he said warningly.
“Sorry, Papa. I’m good.”
Yeah, that’s what he thought. “Do either of you need to go potty?”
They both shook their heads. So he led his baby girl over to the changing table. He lifted her up onto it. She winced as her bottom rested against the pad on the top of the table.
“Ouch, Daddy.”
“Poor baby. Stay there while I get your onesie and training panties.” He grabbed the thick panties out, then slid them under her bottom and between her legs before doing them up at the sides. By now, she was sucking on her thumb and looked like she was half-asleep.
After stripping off her other top, he quickly got her dressed in a onesie that had pictures of cute bunnies all over it. Picking her up, he carried her to her crib and laid her down. She hugged Freddy Fox tight.
“Butt-butt sore,” she muttered, drifting further into Little headspace.
“That’s because you were naughty.”
“Naughty Daddy.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How am I naughty?” he asked curiously.
She shrugged. “Spanked my butt-butt.” She gave him a look like it was obvious.
Right. Sometimes he forgot that in Little headspace her arguments weren’t always logical. Actually, they often weren’t logical.
Reaching over into a nightstand drawer, he drew out the pacifier with a fox on it. She took it eagerly, her eyes starting to drift shut. He’d known she needed a nap.
When he heard her breathing slow, he turned to his Pup and took him in. Fuck, he was gorgeous. The urge to play with the other man came over him.
No. No playing. No edging. Nap.
Sometimes, it was hard to be in charge.
Nah, who was he kidding? He loved being the one in control. He was born for this.
“I don’t need a nap, Papa.”
He took time to study his Pup. There were dark smudges under his eyes and a hint of strain around his mouth. He’d worked longer hours than the Fox would like lately. However, the Fox knew his work was important to him, so he’d allowed it. But that on top of last night was showing on his face.
The Fox walked over to him. He could order him into bed. Give him a smack on the bottom to get him moving.
But he went for option three. He drew the other man into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. His Pup was stiff for a long moment. Did he not want a hug?