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“Umm. Telling you, Sir. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought maybe a movie would help me relax.”
“Uh huh. Except, you weren’t watching a movie and you certainly weren’t watching anything that would help you relax. What’s the rule about TV time?”
Shoulders slumping forward, she lowered her gaze to the ground. “I gotta ask permission.”
“And did you ask?”
“No, Sir.”
“Hmmm. And what’s the rule about bedtime?”
“I’m supposed to go to bed at ten and not get out of bed unless I have to potty.”
“So, the problem obviously isn’t that you just forgot the rules. Which means you were naughty on purpose. It’s a good thing I have just the tools for dealing with naughty little girls who sneak out of bed at night. Come here.”
Excitement and fear were a delicious mixture, making her head swim with anticipation as she made her way around to the back of the couch. “I’m sorry.”
Capturing her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Dean forced her head back and she swallowed hard. “I don’t think you are, yet. But you will be by the time you get that naughty bottom back into bed.”
“You could just let me go back to bed so I can get plenty of sleep.”
“Cheeky brat. Pajama bottoms and panties off, and then I want you over the back of the couch with your palms on the cushions.”
She considered arguing with him for all of two seconds before rushing to obey. Maybe if she’d only broken one little rule, she might push for more. But judging by his tone, she was already on razor thin ice as it was.
She made quick work of stripping herself bare from the waist down and leaning over the back of the couch as instructed. Only… she was a little too short to put her hands flat on the cushions, so she pressed her fingertips against the plush material and hoped it would be good enough.
It didn’t take long for those hopes to be dashed.
“Palms flat, little girl.”
“I can’t reach,” she whined, making a show of stretching her arms so he could see she wasn’t simply being a brat.
“If you stand on your tippy toes, I bet you can reach.”
Huffing out a quiet breath, she pushed up onto her toes, which did allow her palms to touch the cushions, but just barely. It also made her balance more precarious, which made her feel much more vulnerable and exposed than she’d felt standing on her flat feet.
A small drawstring bag appeared on the couch in front of her and Dean made a show of opening it, first pulling out what looked to be a package of large pills.
“Wh-what are those?”
“Melatonin. To help you sleep.”
“I can’t swallow that! I’ll choke!”
“Well, it’s a good thing they’re not meant to be swallowed then, isn’t it?”
“What do you—Dean!”
A dribble of cool liquid hit her exposed bottom hole, cutting off her question with a squeak. Followed soon after by the faint sound of rubber snapping against skin, and then something firm prodding that forbidden hole.
“Dean, please. I’ll go right to bed. I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Obviously, my babygirl was having a hard time tonight. No sense in sending you back to bed without something to help you get plenty of good rest.”
She was pretty sure he had plenty of ways of helping her get to sleep that didn’t involve shoving things in her ass, but she was equally as sure that arguing with him would just make things worse for her bottom. Pressing her lips together, she did her best not to whimper or whine while he worked his finger inside of her, coating her inner walls with the lubricant.
“There we go. Now, take a nice deep breath for me and we’ll get this medicine in your bottom.”
