Page 187 of Daddy’s Fortitude

Was he taking care of that right now? That wasn’t cool . . . she wanted to help with that!

Hastily, she rushed through to the bedroom to find that he was already dressed.

Rats.

So maybe he hadn’t taken care of his hard-on. If he had, then he was awfully quick. And that might not be a good thing.

“There are your clothes. I’ll meet you in the living room soon.”

Yikes. That didn’t sound ominous or anything.

She was deliberately slow as she got dressed, putting off the inevitable. Maybe if Webb had returned then Ammo wouldn’t spank her? After all, he wouldn’t want Webb to hear her screams of pain and come looking, right?

“Little girl, are you deliberately taking your time?” he called out through the open doorway.

“Who, me? No, of course not. Why would I do that?” She peeked her head out the bedroom door and into the living space.

He just shot her a look. Oh, great. Yeah, he realized that she was totally procrastinating. He was sitting on the couch, facing her. Holding up his hand, he crooked his finger at her, then pointed at the floor between his spread legs.

Wow, that was just rude, wasn’t it?

But she found herself slowly walking toward him, dragging her feet as she moved. She was wearing a pair of long sweat pants and a T-shirt that had a picture of Garfield on the front. She had no idea how Kirsten had managed to find her this top, but she loved it.

“Come closer,” he said, as she stopped just on the other side of the coffee table.

“No, I really don’t think I want to come any closer,” she told him.

“Closer. Now.”

Darn it. He was so bossy. He really should try to watch that.

“People don’t like bossy people.”

“But you love me,” he said.

“How come that’s your answer to everything?” she grumbled as she moved closer, and he grasped hold of her hips, pulling her between his legs.

“Perhaps I just like saying it,” he told her. “To remind myself.”

Oh, she liked that because sometimes she did the same. She reminded herself that he loved her, and she got all warm and tingly inside. It was amazing to know that someone like Ammo loved her, that he put her first, that he wanted what was best for her.

Because it wasn’t something she’d had that often in her life.

And she was determined to cherish it.

“Now, do you remember what you’re being punished for?”

She groaned. Here she was, thinking something lovely about him and all he could think about was spanking her!

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Ammo watched as the soft grin that had been on her face disappeared, and she scowled down at him.

This was something that needed to be done. Time to find out that there were consequences for everything.

“I remember that you’re a meanie. That’s what I remember.” She pointed a finger at him. He reached up and took hold of her finger, drawing it close and kissing the tip. Again, that soft look appeared on her face, and she sighed quietly.

“I might be a meanie, but I’m a meanie who is in charge of your health and safety,” he told her. “And because of that, you’re getting your butt spanked for breaking the rules, for not listening to me today, for sending me away to protect me the other night, and for leaving the house without telling me. I’m willing to forget about riding the bus on your own. This once.”