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“I’ll explain later. Nose in the corner, stick that bottom out.”
Sighing dramatically, she did as she was told. Reaching down, he popped her ass twice, smiling to himself at the way she cried out. He liked that. A lot. He rubbed the ache in, groping her ass until she moaned.
“Be my good girl,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her ear. “Stand nice and still, and think about what you did. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. He patted her ass softly as he passed, adjusting his hard cock as he strolled to the kitchen.
Damn.
This felt right.
It felt more than right.
Having her in his room, cooking dinner for her, disciplining her…maybe fucking her, eventually. Yeah, this was what dreams were made of. This is what he’d never known he needed.
eighteen
Corner time freaking sucked. Sucked giant hairy toes. It was awful.
Jett had definitely forgotten about her.
Her legs were aching from standing for so many hours, and she left like she was about to pass out from hunger. How long had she been standing here? A day? A week?
She couldn’t tell anymore.
Something crashed outside the room, and she jolted but didn’t pull her nose from the corner. She might not have ever been punished before, but she’d read enough books to know leaving time out before Daddy said so was a sure fire way to end up over his knee.
Hmmm.
Maybe she should go check on things, see if he was okay. She didn’t want him to fall and hurt himself. That tended to happen with the elderly, and she didn’t want him to have broken a hip or something.
Deciding his health was far more important than corner time, she pulled away. Her stomach twisted as she crept down the hallway, crouching to hide behind the bar as she approached the kitchen.
She quickly looked over it, finding Jett with his back to her as he did something, his broad shoulders shifting with his movements.
Thank God.
Thank God he wasn’t hurt, of course. Not thank God she wasn’t caught.
She could just tiptoe back to his room and get back into position and he’d never be the wiser. But as she turned, her foot got tangled with a barstool and down she went.
A scream slipped from her, and a harsh curse ripped from Jett. But it was too late. She was already on the floor, her knees crashing into the hard wooden planks as he rounded the corner.
Pain erupted up her knees, into her thighs as she just gave up and crumpled to the floor.
“Abbie!” Jett’s hands slid under her arms and he yanked her up. She’d expected him to put her on her feet, but instead he cradled her to his chest, bridal style.
He hurried back to the bedroom and sank onto his bed, holding her tightly. “Are you okay, baby? What’s hurting? Shit. I should take you to the hospital.” He frantically searched her eyes. “Say something. Are you alright?”
“My kn—knees hurt,” she whimpered. His attention moved to them, and he slowly rolled her leggings up until her knees were exposed. They were a bit red but didn’t look bad. She was just being dramatic.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. Do you need some ice?”
“I’m okay, Daddy.” She wiped her damp cheeks with the backs of her hands, sniffing hard.
“You sure? Can you walk?” She nodded pitifully. Now that the shock of falling was wearing off, the only thing that really hurt was her pride.
How embarrassing.
