Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Yeah, she’d like an indulgent Daddy, but she didn’t want him to change who he was. Or to let her get away with stuff.
All right, all right, so maybe she didn’t want a totally indulgent Daddy.
Most of all, though, she didn’t want Jack to think she feared him or his punishments.
“I need a punishment, though. It might help me feel better. I feel bad about lying even though it wasn’t a big lie so it shouldn’t be a big punishment.”
The tension in him eased and she knew she’d done the right thing.
“Are you trying to Top from the bottom?” he asked.
“Me? I would never. I’m just a sweet, innocent Little.”
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Jack snorted. “You are. You’re the sweetest. And so innocent. But all Littles need boundaries and rules. And one of your rules is no lying.”
“Somehow, I didn’t think you’d be into rules.”
“Oh, I’m not. When it comes to me.” He winked at her. “But I think you need them.”
She sighed. “This isn’t turning out to be a good day for Maggie.”
“Poor Maggie. I think we better get your punishment over and done with so that you can feel better.”
Hmm. He didn’t sound that sympathetic to her plight.
“Okay,” she drawled. “What is it?”
“You’re going to write lines. Thirty lines saying that you will not lie. And I will start a list of rules in this notebook that I bought to keep track of any bad behavior.”
“Thirty lines!” she cried as Jack set her down on the bed and found her some paper to write on.
“Yep, thirty lines. And if you keep arguing, it will be forty.”
She gaped at him. How had she thought that Jack wouldn’t be the sort of Daddy to punish her?
“Get started. There’s no more playing until you’re done.” He picked up a fluffy white notebook and started writing in it.
She tried to peek at what he was writing, but the meanie turned it away from her.
Huffing out a breath, she got on with her lines. This was so unfair.
Urgh, this was taking forever!
“There, I’m done!” She gave an exaggerated sigh hours later.
Well, maybe not hours. But a long time later.
“Pass it over.”
She handed him the piece of paper and he went over each line. What the heck?
“Well done,” Jack told her.
“Can I see what you wrote?”
“Hmm. Not yet. I need to show Ian.”
She didn’t think she needed rules. “Don’t I have to agree?”
“Let me think about that. No, I don’t think so.”
“Jack!”
“What is Jack doing now, Little girl?” Ian walked in carrying another tray of food. Sheesh, were they trying to fatten her up for something?
Although some of the snacks looked palatable at least.
“He’s writing rules for me and won’t let me see. Isn’t he mean? And he made me write thirty lines! Thirty! I’m only a Little girl.”
“I thought you were a big girl before,” Ian said, raising an eyebrow.
Drat. He wasn’t falling for her ‘feel sorry for me’ spiel. That was a bummer.
“I’m a complicated creature. It’s hard to keep up with the many facets of Maggie.”
Jack snorted.
“What rules did you write?” Ian asked, after setting down the tray.
Jack gave Ian the notebook before picking up one of the books they’d gotten for her. It had empty pages and he started drawing something on one of the pages.
“Good. Really? Okay. Right. Sure,” Ian muttered as he read through them. “All pretty standard stuff.”
“Don’t I need to know what they are in order to follow them? I mean . . . I don’t think I need them. I’m a good girl. Never naughty.”
“You were just punished,” Ian told her.
“Pssh. Semantics.”
“Rules for Little Maggie,” Ian read out. “She must not lie. She must obey her Bigs. She must—”
“Aren’t you going to say what comes next?” Jack asked.
He shot a look at Jack. “What comes next is ridiculous.”
Her gaze moved back and forth, trying to follow them.
“Is it?” Jack grinned, then he continued to draw. “She’s going to see it anyway.”
“She must obey her Tops, the handsome and gorgeous Jack and boring, grouchy Ian.”
Oh.
Jack was so naughty.
She glanced over at him, shaking her head. “I think Jacky needs a spanking.”
The idea was ridiculous, of course.
And Jack looked over at her slowly. “Someone else needs their mouth washed out. And maybe a lesson in who the Top is here.”
Umm.
“Or maybe not.”
Ian sighed, shaking his head. “Maggie must tell her Tops when she’s sick, hurt, or upset.”
She bit her lip, not liking that rule.
“Maggie must accept all gifts given to her by her Tops without argument.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes, really,” Ian said firmly.
She sighed. “I’m not agreeing to that one. Or the one before it.”
They both glared at her. Ian sat, facing her with his hands on either side of her hips.
“You need to tell us whether you’re sick or hurting. Whether you’re big or Little. I thought we already talked about this.”
Assbaboons. They had. She slid a look at Jack, who’d grown tense.