Page 243 of Cowboy Daddies

“And this one is possibly going to be the hardest for you.”

Casey frowned. “Why is that?”

“The third rule is about health and safety. In other words, you’re not to do anything that puts your health or your safety at risk. Like climbing trees. Or trying to create swings. Or driving without a seatbelt on for instance.”

“I never drive without a seatbelt on.”

“Well good, little girl, but that was just an example. I think you understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Sure, but I’d like you to know that that’s gonna be really easy for me to do because I’m always safe.”

“Uh-huh,” he said skeptically. “Well, we’ll see.”

Because if the past was any indication of the future, he was fairly certain it wouldn’t be long until she ended up over his knee for doing something foolish.

“Now, let’s talk about Little time. When you want some Little time you can tell me or just start calling me Daddy. But I’m going to be firmer with you when you’re Little. No naughtiness. No disobeying Daddy. Understand?”

“Daddy! You’re talking like I’m not a good girl when I am!”

“Of course you are. But even good girls can be naughty sometimes.”

She pouted. “Not me, Daddy. I’m such a good girl that you won’t ever need to punish me.”

“All right. That’s good to hear. Now, we need to go and brush your teeth again before I tuck you into bed.”

“Nooo,” she groaned. “I don’t wanna brush my teeth!”

“Are you misbehaving already, little girl?” he asked.

That didn’t take long, did it?

“I’ve already brushed my teeth,” she complained.

“And if you didn’t want to brush them again, then you shouldn’t have had candy.”

Casey grumbled quietly and he shook his head. “Come on.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Getting off the bed, he lifted her, putting her on his hip. Then he lightly slapped her ass twice.

“Hey! What was that for?” she cried.

“That was for arguing when I told you to do something. I’m going to be taking your sugar stash, too.”

“Daddy, no! That’s so mean! It’s . . . it’s gotta be illegal!”

“It’s not illegal. And for all I know, you’ll end up eating some in the middle of the night.”

“Well, of course I eat them in the middle of the night. That’s the best candy eating time. Everyone knows that.”

“No, that’s not the best candy eating time,” he told her as he set her on the counter in the bathroom.

Grabbing her toothbrush, he put some toothpaste on it. When she reached for it, he drew it away.

“No, Daddy will do it for you. Now, open up.”

She swallowed heavily. Then, without a word, she parted her lips.