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“Not really,” she mumbled. Was anyone ever ready for a spanking? She thought not.
He sank onto the bed next to her, but she forced herself to stay staring at the blanket. It was just a plain black blanket, nothing fancy. She didn’t know why she’d been expecting something else on his bed. Like a quilt. He seemed like a quilt kind of guy. Maybe she’d make him one. She didn’t really know how to make a quilt, but she’d figure it out. It couldn’t be that hard.
“Abbie? Are you listening?”
She blinked, shaking herself from her spiral. “What?”
“Baby, you have to listen,” he sighed.
“Sorry, Daddy. I just got lost in my head.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Quilts.”
There was a pause, then he cleared his throat. “Quilts?”
“Yeah. I want to make you a quilt, but I don’t know how. They probably have videos online, though, right?”
“Probably,” he agreed. “You don’t need to make me a quilt, though.”
“You seem like a quilt man,” she told him, sliding her eyes to him. He was holding back a grin as he shook his head.
“Whatever you think, pretty girl. You make me a quilt and I’ll use it for the rest of my life.”
“Like a blankie?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Sure. Now, what I was saying is?—”
“Wait, back to the blankie?—”
“After your spanking,” he said firmly.
Ugh. Fun sucker.
“What I was saying is, I’m going to take you over my knee for the first one. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she groaned, and he froze.
“No?”
“No, I don’t want a spanking at all!”
He just shook his head as he gently patted her ass. “Stand up for me.” She stood, not really understanding why he needed her bent over if he was just going to have her stand up again anyway.
He was impossible.
“Anything you want to say?”
“I’m sorry for leaving the corner,” she said.
“I know, baby. And after this spanking, it’ll all be okay.” He tugged her forward, but she dug her heels in.
“Don’t you think we should talk first?” She sounded panicked, even if it was just nerves making her feel like that. She knew Jett wouldn’t ever really hurt her, but she wasn’t sure if her poor bottom would survive getting spanked by his dinner plate sized hands.
“What would you like to talk about?” he asked calmly.
“The weather has been lovely, don’t you think?”
