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“It will be as long as I say,” Cat answered.
“Are you going to tell Mr. Sam?”
“Yep. Anytime you get in trouble with one of us, the other will be told about it and act accordingly.”
Ms. Cat’s tone was even and matter-of-fact with no hint of frustration. Pippi didn’t know exactly what she meant by “act accordingly,” but she could guess and she wasn’t super excited about it.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She couldn’t help but ask. The anticipation alone was going to kill her.
“You’re in the corner for being a naughty girl and naughty girls don’t get to know what comes next because they are not the ones in charge. No more talking.”
Pippi nibbled her lip. She wanted to ask questions and she wanted to know what would happen next, but it didn’t seem like Ms. Cat was in an informational mood. She took a deep breath and tried to focus. She was an almost forty-year-old woman and she was standing in the corner like a naughty toddler because she hadn’t responded properly to the woman who was taking care of her… like a child. It was weird. All of it. Yet the longer she stood there, the more her tummy twisted up because she knew she’d been naughty and all she wanted was to say sorry and have a hug.
Her eyes welled with tears and the harder she tried to push them back, the more determined they were to fall down her cheeks. Then the sniffles started. She was pathetic. There was nothing to cry over!
“Aww, sweet girl.” Ms. Cat came up behind her and turned her away from the corner. “You don’t like the naughty corner, do you?”
“N-no, M-ma’am.” As soon as the words were out, the dam broke and she began to cry in earnest. What was wrong with her? Was she broken?
Ms. Cat led her to the bed and sat her down before sitting next to her and pulling her into her arms.
“I’m s-so s-s-sorry.” Pippi cried into Ms. Cat’s shoulder.
“Shh, little one. You’re okay. It’s all done. You were naughty and you were punished and now you’re all forgiven.”
“What happened in here?” Concern laced Mr. Sam’s voice as he came into the room and Pippi began to cry harder. Now she was going to have to tell him that she’d been ridiculously naughty and rehash the whole thing. Why did she have to be bad in the first place? Over something so ridiculous, nonetheless?
“Our Little girl decided to try to test some boundaries and ended up in time out and she didn’t like it very much it seems.”
“Well, you’re not supposed to like punishments, sweetie.” He leaned down and kissed the crown of Pippi’s head. “If you liked them, then they wouldn’t be very effective tools, now would they?”
“No, S-sir.” She tried to wipe her face, but he stopped her.
“Let me get some tissues,” he told her.
“Good idea. And I’ll make sure to put a box of them on the nightstand just in case,” Ms. Cat added.
Just in case she was turning into a little ball of waterworks? Pippi couldn’t believe how much she’d cried in the past twelve hours. It had to be a record of some kind, for sure.
Mr. Sam left and came back a minute later with tissues in hand. Instead of giving them to her though, he proceeded to wipe the tears from her cheeks and chin and then held one up to her nose.
“Blow,” he instructed.
She tried to pull back.
Mr. Sam shook his head. “No, no, little girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”
The use of the word Daddy hit hard and all she could do was obey.
“Good girl. Again.” He held up a clean tissue.
She did as she was told and the tears finally seemed to have subsided.
She sat up and looked back and forth between them, not having any idea what to do next.
“Sam, would you please get the hairbrush from the top drawer in the bathroom?”
Pippi gasped.
