“It’s me.”
“Hey, I think I have her understanding who you are and that you won’t hurt her. I have a lot of questions and I am about to hop on a plane and head there to get them myself, but I just got back to work after a six-month sabbatical and can’t take the time off. I am trusting her with you and Liam. Do not let anyone touch a hair on her head or I will kill them myself.”
“You know I would never harm a hair on her head. Spank her ass if she’s earned it, absolutely, but I know you don’t care about that. I think you’re stricter than me.” They both chuckled.
“You are not fucking spanking me, you bossy butthead!” The voice was so close he snapped around to see Daphne standing there, hands on her hips, a mutinous expression on her face. She was utterly fucking perfect.
“Oh, you are absolutely mistaken in that, Miss Daphne Erin Stone. I will absolutely haul your cute ass over my knee and paddle you raw if needed. And your brother would hand me the paddle.” He raised his eyebrow as he put his phone on speaker. “Isn’t that right, Damian? You’re on speaker.”
“That is absolutely right, Little girl. They can and will bust your butt if you need it.” Damian’s voice cracked like a whip, causing Daphne to glare at the phone in disgust.
“She is about to feel a switch on her bottom. I already warned her about her language once today. Isn’t that right, Daphne?” Liam looked less than happy right now. Eamon, on the other hand, was hoping to have that girl over his knees before the end of the day. The way her attitude was going, he didn’t think that was a far-fetched idea.
“Yes, Uncle Liam. But he’s still not spanking me! Not now and not ever.” She turned and stomped off towards Liam’s SUV, climbed in the back, and slammed the door. All the men chuckled at her.
“She’s a fucking handful, Eamon. Good luck with her.” Damian was laughing at his sassy sister.
“Thanks, man,” he said dryly.
“I know y’all need to get to the house, but keep me posted on how she’s doing. Something is up and I want to fill you in on what I know, but right now I need to get back to my Little girl before she winds up over my knee and you need to go deal with that language problem. Personally, I find soap and a switch does the trick rather well.” He huffed out a laugh. They said their goodbyes and Liam went to his SUV while he returned to his truck to drive the gravel road home.
“Hi, Uncle Eamon. How is Daphne?” The Little voice from the backseat made him smile.
“She’s good, nugget. You may have to explain some things to her and she’s going to get a spanking when we get to the house, so she may need some sweet Kiera hugs after.”
Wide-eyed, she gasped, “Oh no! Uncle Eamon, she can’t have another spankin’! Auntie Freya, tell him he can’t spank her!”
“I will do no such thing, Little girl.” Freya pinned her with a stern look. “And you better not try to interfere or you will feel my spoon on your bare bottom. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am, Auntie Freya. I just don’t want to see my friend be in trouble.” Her voice trembled and he hated how sad she sounded on behalf of her friend. But they must deal with naughty girls swiftly and strictly to ensure they were kept safe and kept being the best girls they could be.
Parking, he groaned as he saw Daphne run towards the woods, Liam hot on her heels. She wouldn’t get very far, but he sent a quick text to his staff to keep her safe. His head of security would monitor her movements if she evaded Liam somehow. Shaking his head, he addressed Freya: “Will you please take her inside so I can help Liam with our little runaway sassy pants?”
Shaking her head, she huffed, “Of course. Come on, Kiera, let’s go get some juice and a snack. I made some homemade bread today.”
“Oh, yummy! And can I has apple juice, Auntie Freya?” She continued her jabbering as they headed towards the house and he headed towards the woods. He wasn’t sure how she got so far ahead, but he had a feeling it was because she jumped out of a moving vehicle. If that was the case, she would earn more than a switching.
Catching up with Liam, he asked, “How did she get so far ahead of you?”
“I don’t fucking know, but when I catch her, she isn’t going to sit for a month,” he growled as they continued stomping through the woods. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream echoed in the woods, causing them both to freeze momentarily.
“Daphne! Where are you?” They were frantic as they picked up the pace in search of the screaming.
“I’m o-over here, Uncle Liam! Help! It h-hurts!” She was wailing, and he was grateful for her voice because it was leading them to her.
When they saw her, she was sitting on her bottom, clutching her left arm. Liam rushed over to her while he called his doctor to meet them at the house. With that done, he made his way over to the crying girl. She cradled her arm against her chest.
“I fell down and I h-hurt my wrist. It really hurts, Uncle Liam. Like, really bad!” Daphne sniffled.
“I’m sure it does, sweet girl. Let’s get you up and we will get your wrist looked at and make sure it isn’t broken.” Liam helped her to her feet, dusting her off gently, and kissed the top of her head. She looked so pitiful, but so cute at the same time.
“I’m sorry I was so naughty and ran, Uncle Liam and Mr. Eamon, Sir. I was just overwhelmed and scared of the switch and just took off.” Her voice was shaking as she apologized.
“We will talk about that later. Let’s get you patched up first and then we’ll discuss your running away.” Liam was just as strict as he was and Eamon knew she wouldn’t be off the hook for her disobedience.
They continued to the house, where Dr. Daniel was waiting for them. He was his trusted doctor and longtime family friend. They all went to the basement and into the medical room. He had an entire medical facility down here. Given the dangers of his jobs, he needed quick medical care. Dr. Daniel and his staff lived on the farm property, close enough to be here within five minutes at any given time. They were on call 24/7 but were given ample vacation time, and they had a few others who would fill in.
She got on the table as Daniel looked her over.