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He set her on her feet, keeping his hands planted on her hips until she was steady. “Walk for me.”
Sighing, she stepped toward the door, then walked back to him. His brows were pinched tightly together as he watched her closely.
“Are you limping?”
“I’m fine,” she sighed. “A little sore but it’s okay.” He grunted, turning his gaze up to her.
“You’re really okay?”
“Yep. See?” She did a little jig, dancing in place and bending her knees to show how much pain she wasn’t in. He grunted again, then his eyes narrowed.
“Why were you in the kitchen and not in the corner?”
“I thought you fell and hurt yourself. I was just coming to check on you, Daddy.” His brow rose, and she tried not to squirm.
There was his spanking face.
Oh no.
Her hands drifted behind her, protecting her bottom as if that stare alone was enough to spank her. Jeez, he was too powerful.
“You knew I hadn’t hurt myself,” he growled.
“I thought you forgot about me. Memory is the first thing to go when you age.”
His eyes widened. Yep. She was definitely digging her hole deeper. She probably needed to stop talking, but that was never her strong suit.
“I was just making sure you hadn’t broken a hip. That can be deadly for the elderly.”
“Abbie,” he warned, but she didn’t take the warning. Nope. She barreled right past it and kept going.
“Do you have life alert?” She scanned his chest and frowned, placing her fists on her hips. “Where is your necklace button thingy, mister?” She wagged her finger at him. “Very naughty to not wear that thing.”
He stared at her, his jaw tensing.
Yeah. Her poor butt was toast.
“Come here,” he said in a low voice.
“Oh, I’m okay right here.” She smiled brightly at him. “Do you need to get back to what you were doing? I’ll just go back to the corner.” She threw her thumb over her shoulder, shuffling back a step.
“Abbie. Come. Here.”
Yikes. That must be his spanking voice.
He pointed at the floor between his spread legs, staring at her. She shouldn’t push him or her luck, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop herself.
“Oh, no. Really, I’m fine.” She backed herself into the corner, literally and figuratively. “I’ll just stand right here.”
“Fine.” He stood and a weird pang of disappointment flooded her. He was giving up? He wasn’t going to spank her?
What was she even talking about? She didn’t want him to spank her. Did she?
But a part of her felt like if he did, she’d feel better. More confident that he actually wanted this. She’d feel like...like he was actually her Daddy? But that was ridiculous. Of course he was her Daddy.
But he hadn’t spanked her yet, and she’d given him reasons to. Was she testing him? Maybe. Probably.
Jeez. She was manipulative. She had more of her mother in her than she realized. Shame filled her and she stepped forward, her eyes lowering to the floor, ready to apologize to him.
