Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Tarson snatched her pillow away, grinning down at her. He was dressed and looked far too chipper. She felt like death. “Time to get up, Daisy girl.”
She groaned. “Don’t wanna. My head hurts.”
“It ought to, naughty girl, especially since you lied to Daddy about how much you had to drink.” He lifted a brow.
She winced. She had definitely lied to him. “I had a bad day, Daddy,” she complained. “My flower order was ruined. I’m going to have to find another distributor.”
“Yep. That sucks. I’m sorry about the flowers, but you’ll have to tackle that issue tomorrow. Today you’re going to spend some time writing an apology to Ellie for the mess you made in her shop with your flowers. After that, you’re going to write an apology to Daddy for disobeying me. And then, you’re going to go help Ellie clean up the mess.”
“Was it bad?” she asked. She couldn’t remember.
He chuckled. “Bad? You brought in a giant bundle of wilted flowers and then encouraged everyone to peel off the leaves and wear the flowers in their hair. Petals fell all over the floor.”
“Oh.” She struggled not to giggle at their antics. It had been so much fun she didn’t mind the punishment.
He leaned over her. “But the most important part is you lying to Daddy when I asked you how much you’d had to drink and blatantly disobeying me after I told you to only have one small drink.”
She scrunched up her face. “I’m sorry. I got carried away, Daddy.”
He bent forward and kissed her forehead. “Little girls make mistakes, Baby girl. The important thing is to accept your punishment and wipe the slate clean. Now, you need to get out of bed and come eat breakfast.”
Daisy covered her mouth and shook her head. “I don’t think I can eat yet, Daddy,” she mumbled against her palm. “My tummy is still upset.”
“We’ll see how you feel when you get to the table.” He grabbed her hand and gave a tug. “Up.”
“Can’t I stay in bed a little longer please, Daddy?”
“What do you think, Baby girl?”
She groaned as she pushed to sitting, trying to keep the room from spinning.
“You’ll get over your hangover faster if you get up and get moving. I made eggs, bacon, and toast. You can eat or not eat, but you’re coming to the table.”
Daisy glanced down at what she was wearing. Daddy had put a nightgown on her last night, so she was at least sort of covered. She didn’t have panties though. Was he going to let her get dressed first?
He pointed at the door to the bedroom. “Kitchen, Daisy. Now.”
She sighed as she shuffled that direction. She knew she was dehydrated because she didn’t even need to pee.
As soon as she reached the kitchen, Daddy lifted her onto her booster seat at her spot at the table. He even fastened the strap across her waist and between her legs. Apparently, she was going to be Littler than usual today.
Luckily her nightgown was just long enough to keep the strap from rubbing her pussy, but if she squirmed too much it would anyway.
Daddy handed her a sippy cup of juice, which she downed in less than a minute.
He smiled as he set a platter of food on the table. “Can I scoop you up some, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, just not too much.” She was loath to admit he’d been right. She was already starting to feel better after her juice than she would have felt if she were still lying in bed.
She managed to eat several bites of eggs, one slice of the bacon, and an entire piece of toast. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome, Baby girl.”
“Can I get up now?”
“Nope. You can sit right there.” He set a stack of paper in front of her and a pack of her favorite colored pencils. At least he didn’t just give her a dull number two pencil. Boring. He knew her well. If she was going to write apologies, she was going to need to include several pretty doodles.
She lifted her gaze to him. “Can I lie back down for a while first?”
“No.” He tapped the paper. “You can start writing. I expect you to be earnest and remorseful. If I don’t think you put enough effort into your apologies, you’ll start them over until you get them right.”
She lowered her gaze. She supposed she should be grateful he wasn’t making her stand in the corner after spanking her bottom. She didn’t think she could tolerate either of those two forms of discipline today.
A writing assignment didn’t require her to stand against the wall, nor did it require her to lie over Daddy’s lap so he could swat her.
He set another sippy cup of juice in front of her. “Drink as much as you can, Baby girl. You need the fluids. They’ll make you feel better.”