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“Yes,” Penny whimpered miserably.
“Why? She started it! I’m all sticky. I want to go home!” Emily stamped her foot.
“You will stay put, missy, until I have spoken to Daddy Mark. Do you understand me, Emily?” David asked icily.
When there was no response from Emily. David landed a sudden smack to her bottom. Penny jumped, shocked by his action; after all he washerdaddy, not Emily’s!
“Daddy!” she called, her voice full of jealous surprise.
“I am fast losing all patience with the pair of you! So if neither of you wants to sleep on your stomachs tonight, I suggest you both do exactly as I say!”
Penny smirked as she saw Emily whip her hands on top of her head.
“I’m phoning Mark, but I am watching you both!” he warned as he reached for his phone and flicked on speaker.
“Hi, Mark, I am so sorry to call you at work, but the thing is Emily is in big trouble...”
* * *
“She’s been acting upall week. I should have said something earlier when I dropped her off. You see, I don’t enjoy punishing her, I like to spoil my baby girl, but Emily seems to need regular spanking to maintain her equilibrium,” Mark confided to David.
She listened to the conversation between the men. It became abundantly clear to her that to maintain a successful age-play relationship, spanking was a big part of the dynamic. Penny considered how she felt about that and quickly concluded she didn’t mind. In fact, part of her enjoyment with her reading choice had been the appeal of spanking in the daddy books.
Huddled in her corner sulking, Penny glanced across the room and glared at Emily. She stood looking smug, cuddled under Mark’s arm. He had tenderly washed her face to remove the worst of the juice. Meanwhile Penny remained where she was, sticky and uncomfortable. She seethed at the injustice of it.
Even more irksome was staying put while the rest of them moved out into the hallway; she strained to hear the conversation as David made platitudes and led the other couple off the premises. She debated whether to leave her corner now they had gone, but before she’d decided, David returned.
“Come here.” He pointed at the floor in front of him. Like a condemned woman, she slowly turned and trudged to where he indicated.
“You will fetch the mop and bucket and clean up this mess.” He gestured to the juice puddle on the floor. “You’ll then go and take a shower. I shall be up shortly to discuss what happened.”
“It wasn’t my fault!” she burst out indignantly.
“I don’t want to hear it right now, Penny. You’ll get your chance to explain upstairs. While you’re in the shower you might like to think about how you could have handled things differently with Emily.” He turned and left the kitchen.
* * *
Entering the masterbedroom David paused to pick up a wet towel dumped on the carpet and saw that the door stood open leading into the little girl’s room. He found Penny in bed. Fingers clutched the duvet high up covering her face; she peered at him over the edge of the cover, eyes wide.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
The reply was a whimper.
Crossing the room, he perched on her bed, his long legs bent awkwardly. He stared at her, exasperated. “Tell me what happened with Emily.”
She lowered the duvet enough to uncover her mouth. “Emily is a bully. She wanted a juice but she said she didn’t like apple or orange juice and wanted cranberry juice but when I explained we didn’t have that, she chose apple. Then she wanted to paint but I said no, because she is so messy. Look at my room!” Her hand shot out from the side of the bedcover and waved about before disappearing back under the covers.
It hadn’t escaped David’s notice that the room was a tip. Dolls and dress-up clothing lay scattered across the entire floor area. He nodded but remained quiet.
She continued. “She threw her juice all over me and shouted, so I threw mine over her but she attacked me! The woman is mad! She thinks being little is about being selfish and rude and I won’t play with her ever again! So there!”
David chewed the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning. She was new to age-play?
“So how do you think you could have resolved things in a less aggressive manner?” he asked.
“I couldn’t,” she replied glibly.
“Yes, you could. I want you to get up and come into our bedroom.” He turned and left the room. Rummaging in his closet, he selected a couple of items from his drawer of toys and laid them on the bed.
