“Yes, baby. Josie’s getting another spanking from her Daddy.”
“But that’s not fair! She already got spanked!”
Uh-oh. My Little girl’s voice is practically vibrating with righteous anger. “She did get spanked by Uncle Axel,” I explain, keeping my own tone calm in the hopes of settling her down. “But sometimes when a Little girl has to be punished by someone else for being extra naughty, her Daddy will give her a second spanking to make sure the lesson sticks.”
Tabby gasps, and I already know my plan to calm her down has failed. “That’s horrible!”
Before I can stop her, she wriggles out of my arms and bolts toward the living room.
“Tabitha!” I dive for her as I call her name, but she’s faster than I gave her credit for. Without a giant sheet wrapped around her, she’s surprisingly spry, and she manages to evade me and race to the living room.
“Goddammit,” I mutter as I chase after her.
“Let her go! You’re being mean!”
The sight that greets me when I rush into the living room nearly shocks a laugh out of me, but I manage to hold it back.
Barely.
Seated on the couch is my twin brother, his arm held high in the air, and a look of pure shock on his face. The shock is, no doubt, due to the fact that my Little girl has a firm grip on his arm, preventing him from raining down any more punishment on the red, bare bottom draped across his lap.
As hilarious as the situation may be, I can’t let my babygirl get away with this kind of naughtiness. “Tabitha Grace!”
Swinging her head around, Tabby glares at me. Then frowns and turns back to Bram. And then back to me, her brows knitting together in confusion.
“There aretwoof you?”
CHAPTER 11
TABITHA
Two Daddies?
What the heck?
“Little girl, I suggest you let go of my arm right now unless you want to be the next one over my lap.”
Whipping my head back around, I glare at the Daddy impersonator on the couch. “No! You’re hurting my, um…” Calling her my cousin still feels odd and I’m not sure we could consider each other friends. “You’re hurting her!”
“Oh my god,” Josie groans from her spot draped across her Daddy’s lap. “Please just kill me now. This is soembarrassing.”
An iron band wraps around my waist, lifting me high in the air. In my shock, I let go of Not-Daddy’s arm and grab onto the band.
Only, it’s not a band. It’s my real Daddy’s arm.
Uh-oh.
“You are in so much trouble, little girl,” he growls in my ear.
Just like that, all the fight leaves my body and I go limp in his arms. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.”
Carrying me to another couch, he sits and props me up on his knee, his expression stern and unyielding. “Well now you’ve just gotten yourself in trouble alongside your cousin.”
A delighted gasp draws my attention to the corner of the room, where Lanie is grinning happily from her Daddy’s arms. “Cousins! That’s so fun!”
“Yes, so fun,” Not-Daddy drawls sarcastically. “If you all don’t mind, I have a naughty girl in need of her Daddy’s attention.”
“Daddy, no!” Josie cries out, but it does nothing to stay her Daddy’s hand as he brings it down on her round bottom again.
