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She might have resented it, except she almost found it comforting. No matter how much things might change, some things were a constant. And her babygirl needing someone to watch out for her, to keep her from hurting herself, that was absolutely set in stone.
Opening the bathroom door, she peeked out, relieved to find the two of them with their heads bent over the list of books. Why she was suddenly embarrassed for them to see her half-naked when she’d had both of their naughty bits in her mouth, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps because she knew her ass was practically glowing from her “not a punishment” spanking.
Whatever the reason, she was grateful for some semblance of privacy as she snuck out of the bedroom to the chair where she’d left her and Allie’s folded pajamas that morning. Pulling her pants carefully up over her sore backside, she quickly shed the rest of her clothing and pulled on the comfy, oversized t-shirt that went with the set.
“Your turn, babygirl!” she called cheerfully when she was finally dressed.
“We haven’t found a book yet,” Allie whined, lifting her head to pout up at Nick. “We have to find a book first, right, Nick?”
“We’ve found about five books, little one. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll have them brought down and then you can pick one from the stack.”
It was shocking, really, that Nick had never been a Daddy before. He was so natural with Allie, like he’d been doing this his whole life. “That sounds like a fair compromise, babygirl.”
Sighing heavily, Allie passed the binder off to Nick. “I guess. But I get final pick!”
“Of course, baby,” Michelle assured her, fighting back a smile.
Apparently mollified by that promise, Allie flounced off to the bathroom. Rolling her eyes, Michelle turned to face Nick, who was already on the phone with the front desk, reading off a list of titles.
“Thanks, Erika. I apologize for the late notice, and I hope it’s not too much trouble. Oh?” The smile on his face widened. “Well, then, I’m happy to help. Thanks again.”
“What was that?” Michelle asked when he’d returned the receiver to its cradle. “What are you happy to help with?”
Crossing the room, he looped his arms around her waist, and she instinctively wrapped hers around his neck. “Apparently, one of the students here at the Ranch got herself in a bit of hot water with Master Derek, so he’s been looking for things to keep her busy. I’m not sure what she did, but even Erika seemed delighted by the prospect of passing our errand off to her.”
“Students? Oh, right, the University.” Tilting her head back, she grinned up at him. “College at a BDSM Ranch. Do they paddle you for missing assignments, I wonder?”
“Well, if you’re that curious, we can go find you a uniform and do a bit of role play. I bet you and Allie would look adorable with those little skirts flipped up on your back and a row of perfect cane marks up and down your bottoms.”
Now, there was a fantasy she’d never considered. Usually when she thought about submitting to someone, Allie was nowhere in the picture. But being “punished” right next to her Little girl—under the right circumstances—it could be hot. “Allie hates the cane. Let’s do it.”
“Hey! I heard that!” Allie called from the bathroom. “No making mean plans behind my back!”
Guilt pricked at Michelle’s conscience. She had such a bond with Nick already, thanks to their scene from the night before, but Allie didn’t have that. Were they cutting her out?
“Hey.” Moving his hands lower, Nick gave her ass a tight squeeze that made her yelp. “What just happened? You went from laughing to worried in about half a second there, pet.”
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“Hmmm.”
Still gripping her bottom, he bent at the knees and the next thing she knew, she was in the air. Moving purely on instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist to anchor herself. “Nick! Put me down, you big oaf! I’m too heavy for this!”
“Nonsense. You’re barely a sapling.”
Before she could argue further, he sat on the bed with her still wrapped around him. “Last chance to tell me what’s got you so bothered, little girl.”
“Nothing, really, I—”
He cut her off by digging his fingers into her sides, and she squealed at the sensation. And no matter how she tried to wriggle away, he kept her captive, so she was forced to endure his torture.
“TICKLE PARTY!” Allie’s joyful scream was followed by her launching herself at the bed, and soon enough there was another set of hands on her, and she could barely drag in a breath between the squeals and giggles they were eliciting from her.
“Say Uncle!” Nick shouted over the din.
“Uncle!” she screeched through her laughter. “Uncle! Uncle!”
Blessedly, they stopped, and the three of them collapsed onto the bed, each gasping for air. When they could all breathe again, Nick turned his head to pin her with a mock-stern glare. “Now, little lady,” he said in the worst John Wayne imitation she’d ever heard, “are you going to confess, or do we have to get mean?”
