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Aimee shook her head confidently. “Nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. I just went. Sheesh, I know whether I have to pee or not.”
Ammo gave her a skeptical look but led her out of the cabin to where Webb was waiting for them. Webb’s eyebrows rose as he saw them.
“Morning,” she said to him cheerfully.
“Morning,” he replied. “Everyone feeling good today?”
She could feel her cheeks growing pink. Was he talking about the fact that she’d been spanked yesterday? She knew that Ammo had told him what was happening. But had he also heard her screams? She tried to hide behind Ammo, who gave her a weird look.
“No coughing, no sore throat?” Webb asked.
Oh, she was an idiot. He was asking whether she was feeling all right after being trapped in the fire and inhaling smoke.
She walked back around Ammo. “Oh, yeah. I’m feeling fine today. I don’t even think I need a trip to the doctor, although it would be good to get out of the cabin for a while.”
“I thought you must be feeling better, considering Ammo spanked you yesterday afternoon.”
Webb turned away, whistling as he headed down the trail.
She glanced up at Ammo. “You don’t think he heard, right?”
“No, I don’t think he was back then.”
She let out a sigh. “Thank goodness.”
“But there might be other times where someone does hear you being spanked.”
“Nooo,” she cried. “That’s embarrassing.”
“I would think that would make it even more effective, then, wouldn’t it?”
“Daddy,” she cried.
“Is it a hard limit?” he asked her.
She paused and stared up at him for a moment.
“We probably should have discussed limits. We haven’t really done anything other than a spanking though. But we can talk about what things you absolutely don’t want, like someone else being able to hear you being spanked.”
Was it a hard limit? She thought about that for a moment. “I don’t think it’s a hard limit, but if possible, I’d prefer no one heard me.”
“All right then. I will make sure that doesn’t happen. Thankfully, there are thick walls back in the bunker.”
“Um. Thank you.”
“Is there anything else that’s a hard limit?”
She saw a bird and paused to take a look.
“Aimee, are you listening to me? Are there any other hard limits?”
“Yeah, hard limits. Right, sure. Well, I guess I wouldn’t want to be embarrassed or humiliated in any way. Don’t call me any names. Don’t say any bad things about me. But I figure you probably wouldn’t do that anyway.”
“I wouldn’t,” he reassured her.
