Page 118 of Daddy’s Fortitude

“How would you know?” Aimee asked.

“Well, I managed to do a kick yesterday without falling over, so that’s a plus.”

“It does seem like a bonus,” Aimee agreed.

“It really is, believe me. I’ve got a huge bruise on my hip from falling at least ten times over the past week that I do not need to add to. So, you still haven’t explained what he’s done.”

“He told me that I’m moving home with him.”

Kirsten came to a sudden stop. Yes, it was at a stop sign, but she didn’t have to put the brakes on that hard. Aimee slammed forward into the seatbelt, then let out a groan, rubbing her chest.

Kirsten turned to her. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s ridiculous, right? He just popped it out into our conversation as though it was a done deal. I’m moving in with him and I have to follow his rules, or he’s going to put me over his knee and spank me.”

“He’s going to what?” Kirsten asked in a loud-pitched voice that had Aimee putting her hands over her ears.

Yikes. She hadn’t even been aware that Kirsten could make such a high-pitched noise.

Shoot. Aimee hadn’t actually meant to tell Kirsten about the spanking and rules part.

“Do you want him to do that?” Kirsten asked.

Aimee gaped at her. “What? Put me over his lap and spank me?” She let out a nervous laugh. “Of course I don’t want him to do that to me. Why would I want him to do that to me? That would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? Nobody in their right mind wants to be spanked, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s that bad,” Kirsten said. “With the right guy, in the right circumstances, it can be kind of sexy.”

“Okay, who are you? I didn’t know that you found spanking sexy.”

Kirsten shrugged

A car horn blared behind them, and they both glanced back to find a car sitting there.

“Oops, best to keep moving,” Kirsten said.

“You really think being spanked could be sexy?”

“Yeah, I mean, did you and Charlie never experiment like that?” Kirsten asked.

“No, Charlie was very much a missionary, occasionally letting me be on top, sort of guy.”

“What, really? No role play? No handcuffs? Blindfold, sassy librarian and grouchy lumberjack? Nothing?”

“Um, no. Have you done those things?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. I’ve done most things, I think. Okay, nothing too extreme, but I’ve had a few slaps on the ass while I’ve been going down on someone. I’ve role-played heaps. My favorite is a good doctor-patient roleplay. Love some medical play.”

Okay, Kirsten might now be sharing a little bit too much. There were things Aimee probably didn’t need to know about her friend. But it also made her wonder what she’d been missing out on all this time. She’d never done anything interesting with Charlie. In the beginning, it hadn’t felt like their life was in any way lacking. And toward the end, well, she hadn’t wanted him to touch her, had she? And it seemed to be mutual.

“If you want to get spanked by Ammo, there’s no shame in it.”

“But he’s talking more about a punishment spanking. There’s nothing sexual between us.”

“Really?” Kirsten said skeptically. “Because the way you look at him, it kind of looks like it could be sexual.”

“Yeah. Well, that’s the way I look at him, isn’t it? It’s not the way he looks at me.”

“I don’t know about that,” Kirsten said. “I mean, would a guy really do everything he’s done for you if he wasn’t a little bit interested in you?”