“You mean she cheated on you?”
“Yes, exactly that.”
“What an idiot.”
He blinked then a wide smile crossed his face. “You think so, do you?”
“I know so. She obviously wasn’t good enough for you, Daddy. Because she didn’t realize what a catch you are.”
“So you think I’m a catch, do you?” He put the whiteboard pen and board down and lunged for her, tickling her mercilessly.
She screamed, trying to get away, his fingers seeming to find every ticklish part of her. Finally, she cried mercy.
“Daddy, I’m gonna pee! I’m gonna pee!”
He drew back and lightly kissed her lips. “We can’t have that.”
“I think tickling is going to be one of my hard limits,” she sulked as he stood.
He held out his hands to her. “Ah, now that one I don’t think I can agree to. You’re just too fun to tickle.” Turning her, he landed a sharp slap on her ass.
She rubbed her cheek, frowning at him. “What was that for?”
“Distracting me.”
“Daddy!” Distracting him? Really?
He grinned. “We’re having a very serious conversation about rules and limits and then you made me tickle you.”
“Made you tickle me? Daddy!” She stomped her foot on the floor in outrage. Then she looked down at her foot in shock. She didn’t think she’d ever done that before.
“Did you just stomp your foot?”
“I think it acted on its own. I didn’t tell it to do that.” She put her hands behind to cover her bottom as though she expected him to start walloping her. Seemed her Little side was coming out more and more around him.
“A foot with a mind of its own. That sounds terrible.”
“Oh. It is.” She nodded solemnly.
“I’ll have Doc look at it. Tell him it stomped all on its own.”
“Daddy!” she complained. He wouldn’t! Right?
“Well, I can’t have it going around stomping on its own. The next time you stomp your foot I might think you’re about to throw a temper tantrum and put you in timeout to cool down. You don?
?t want to be punished for something your foot is doing all on its own.”
“You’re so silly, Daddy. But I really didn’t mean to do it. I don’t think I’ve ever stomped my foot before.”
“Then maybe it’s a good sign.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, teeny. It means you’re feeling more at ease with me. That you can be yourself. Now, go pee. Or do you need help?”
“No!” she squeaked. Shoot, she’d forgotten she needed to pee and now she really had to go.
After she’d taken care of her bladder’s needs, she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She looked different. She couldn’t put her finger on it exactly. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks slightly flushed and she was smiling.