Page 179 of Daddy’s Fortitude

Hmm, seemed she was ready to challenge him. He didn’t think she was quite feeling well enough for a spanking yet. He didn’t want to send her into a coughing fit. She’d had a couple of those today.

But there was nothing wrong with her hands or her mind.

“Remember rule five, Little girl?” he said to her.

“Yeah, but that rule sucks,” she said, crossing her arms on her chest as her lower lip dropped. “I shouldn’t have to obey you in everything.”

“Well, you do. And if you keep arguing with me, then you’re going to earn yourself a punishment.”

“But you aren’t going to spank me yet, are you?” she said.

So that was her game. She thought that she could get away with it because he wouldn’t punish her while she was still recovering. Well, she was going to learn there were other punishments.

“No, I won’t spank you at the moment.”

She gave him a smug smile.

“But don’t worry, I’ve got something else for you to do.”

“Daddy, this isn’t fair.”

Ammo glanced down at where she was kneeling on a cushion by the coffee table, writing lines.

He was sitting on the sofa working on his laptop.

“Of course it’s fair. If you break the rules, there are consequences. And if I don’t ensure that there are, then you’ll think you can just get away with disobeying me. Then the rules aren’t worth the paper they’re written on. And, like you said, I’m not going to spank you while you’re recovering, so I had to come up with a different sort of punishment. You were warned.”

“I don’t like this part.” She turned and kept writing.

“The part where I’m right?” he replied.

Aimee just let out a huff.

So far, nothing no one had discovered who this ‘big boss’ was. There were several gangs in the area but none of them really fit the bill.

“Finished!” She held up the piece of paper triumphantly. “My punishment is over, and I am free.” She pumped her fists up into the air.

Her Little side seemed to be far more relaxed, and also more dramatic.

Maybe it was because she had less worries now than she had before.

Aimee shook out her hand. “I don’t think my hand’s ever going to be the same again, though.”

“What, from writing twenty-five lines?” he said dryly.

“Yes, that was a lot of words, Daddy. You have no idea. I barely write at all anymore.”

“Perhaps you need more practice then,” he said as he took the piece of paper and read it over.

“I definitely do not,” she replied.

“Well, I’m sure you’re going to get it either way.” He sent her a knowing look.

“Are you saying that you think I’ll have to write more lines, Daddy?” she replied.

“Good deducing. Come here.” He set the laptop aside and patted his lap. This was the part he wasn’t always that good at, the part he usually handed off to someone else, giving aftercare.

Yeah, he hadn’t caused any pain. Well, unless you took into account her accusations of hurting her hand.