Her eyes widened. He didn’t seriously think she was going to spit the mess in her mouth into his hand?
“Out. Now.”
Okay, he meant business. She pointed at the kitchen. He just shook his head. And feeling completely embarrassed, she opened her mouth and spat out the sticky mess. Gross.
“Gummy bears?” he asked calmly.
She nodded.
“What is Daddy’s rule about candy and chocolate?”
“I’ve got to ask you if I want some,” she said.
“That’s right,” he said sternly. “Now, I’m gonna go clean up this mess and you’re gonna take your pants and panties off and then go stand facing the corner.”
“What? No,” she whined.
He raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
She grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down.
“Panties too,” he said sternly.
She dragged them down over her bottom. Damn, this was embarrassing. She bent to pull them off her feet.
“Keep them around your ankles,” he stopped her. “Corner. Now.”
She shuffled over, grumbling to herself. She couldn’t take a full step so it took her twice as long to get to the free corner in the living room.
“Nose touching the wall,” he called from the kitchen.
She did not like this.
“Someone is in dire need of a good spanking and a nap,” he commented, sounding closer.
“No,” she groaned.
“I think daily naps are going to become a regular thing for you.”
What kind of crap was that?
“Just as well you have a job where you can be flexible with your hours.”
She pouted at that. Then she stomped her foot. “I’m not having a nap.”
“Oh yes, you are, little one. Right after your spanking.” He took a gentle hold of her wrist and turned her. Then he led her out of the corner to the chair he’d pulled away from the dining room table.
Uh-oh. Maybe stomping her foot and giving him sass hadn’t been in her best interests.
“Um, Daddy, shouldn’t we finish the Lego castle?” she said hopefully.
“It will still be there later.”
“Well, maybe I should go have that nap now. I’m kind of tired.” She yawned as he sat in the chair and stared up at her.
“Nap after. Spanking first.”