Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
“Here you are, baby. I’ve got your medicine and some water.”
“Don’t want yucky medicine.”
He nearly dropped the glass of water in surprise at her reply. He studied her more closely. She now had Lola with her, holding her tight.
The look on her face was almost . . . challenging.
Hmm.
Seemed that she had decided to let her Little out. But she didn’t appear overly happy. Maybe it was a test to see how he would react.
As he kept watching her, she put her thumb in her mouth. Seemed she maybe wasn’t as confident as she was pretending to be.
“Well, unfortunately, you still have to take it.” He moved over so he was standing in front of the sofa. Then he sat next to her. She shifted so she was sitting up. But her thumb remained in her mouth.
He tapped her hand. “Open your mouth.”
Alice shook her head. This was interesting. Alice was usually worried about upsetting him. She didn’t tend to go against his rules. Seemed Little Alice was willing to push back.
Which actually filled him with relief. He didn’t want her to be scared of him. To worry that he might get angry with her for disobeying him.
“Now, we haven’t really had a chance to talk about limits and I wouldn’t normally do it while you were in Little headspace, but seems like we might need to. Unless I can have big Alice back for a moment?”
She shook her head.
“All right. Limits. We’ll stick to basic things as I’m not going to do anything hardcore anyway. Nod if what I say is okay. Spanking with my hand?”
A slow nod.
“Corner time?”
Another nod.
“Lines?”
Yes. Good.
“Let me think. Because I don’t know when I might hit a trigger, you can just say red or tap my hand twice. Okay? If anything upsets you or is too painful or scary. All right?”
But then she slid her thumb from her mouth. “No silent treatment. No calling me stupid or names or humiliating me.”
A flash of anger filled him and he wished he could pull her onto his lap and hold her tight.
“I would never, baby. Not. Ever.”
The tension left her and she slid her thumb back into her mouth.
“Don’t put your thumb back in,” he told her. “You still need to have this medicine.”
She shook her head.
“No? Do you think you get to tell Daddy no?”
Something filled her eyes. Something warm and longing.
She nodded, her eyes dancing.
Maybe she was pushing him on purpose to see what he’d do. Or perhaps Little Alice just didn’t like to do as she was told. Either way, he was prepared for this. He’d been reading up on being a good Daddy Dom and Lochlan had answered a number of his questions.
“Well, it’s just as well I’ve got some different medicine, isn’t it?” he said.
She tilted her head, studying him with narrowed eyes. She could probably hear the faint smugness in his voice.
“It goes in a different hole,” he told her.
Those blue eyes widened and she let out a high, squeaky noise. She pulled her thumb from her mouth. “What do you mean, Daddy? Where does it go?”
“Up your bottom, of course.”
He didn’t. It was a bluff. But he had faith that she wouldn’t be able to figure that out.
“You do not.”
He just raised his eyebrows. “Are you calling Daddy a liar?”
Alice didn’t reply, just watched him steadily.
“I want you to take off your panties and then kneel on the floor with your body on the sofa cushion. Reach back and part your bottom cheeks. I’ll go get the special medicine I have for Little girls who won’t swallow their medicine.”
“I’ll swallow it! I’ll swallow it!” she cried, trying to grab the medicine from his hand.
“All right. That’s better, little girl. Open wide.”
After she opened her mouth, he placed the pills on her tongue. Then he held up the glass of water. It dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin slightly.
“Oopsy,” she said with a giggle.
Oh, she was much less worried in Little headspace. Big Alice would have been completely self-conscious over spilling water.
“That’s a good girl. Now, Daddy is going to make you a healthy dinner. What would you like to do while I make it?”
She wrinkled her nose, looking adorable. “Healthy dinner? I don’t need a healthy dinner. That sounds gross. I’d like grilled cheese.”
“What you need is vegetables,” he said firmly. “Would you like to watch a cartoon?”
“Nooo, I’m bored of television and of lying on the couch. I feel much better. I think I’ll go play in the snow.”
“You are absolutely not playing in the snow.”
She pouted. She did seem a lot better, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her go out in the snow. That was the worst thing for her.
“How about Daddy runs you a bath? I could find some toys for you to play with.”
“I guess that would be acceptable. After I build a snowman?”
“No.”
“Daddy, you’re a bit of a party-pooper. What’s the point of all this snow if I can’t play in it?”
“There will be plenty of time to play in it once you’re feeling better. I’ll go run your bath, then cook you a healthy dinner with vegetables.”
“I think it’s against the rules,” she said.
“What is?” he asked, confused.
“Littles eating vegetables. We’re not allowed. It’s against the rules.”
He stood and stared down at her in amusement, which he did his best to hide. “It’s not against the rules.”
“I’m allergic to vegetables,” she told him, nodding empathically. “Uh-huh, it’s true.”
“Really? What happens?”
“I come out all red and blotchy.”
“Well, I know one thing that might end up red and blotchy if you lie to Daddy.”
He watched her think about that for a moment, then she gasped dramatically. “Daddy, you cannot spank Alice’s bottom!”
“I’m the Daddy. Which means if my Little girl is naughty, then I have to punish her. It’s the rules.”
“Using my own words against me. Low blow, Daddy.”
“Daddy is sorry,” he said solemnly. “Now, I want you to drink that water before I come back for you.”
“What if I’m allergic to water?”
“I can feel my spanking hand getting ready to redden somebody’s buttocks.”
“Is it yours?” she asked. “You have been a bit naughty with all this medicine and veggies talk.”
“No, Little girl. It’s yours.”
Alice watched as Daddy disappeared.
That went . . . amazingly well. She’d thrown plenty of sass at him and he hadn’t even flinched. In fact, he seemed almost happier?
Maybe he really did want to be her Daddy. Relief filled her and she realized she’d still been worried that this was what he actually wanted.
Her Little she was pleased with how well he was taking care of her, even if she was a bit concerned about his penchant for punishment.
“Daddies shouldn’t spank their Littles,” she muttered.
“They should when it’s the best thing for their Little,” he called out as he walked into the kitchen.
“Daddy, do you have special powers?” She moved to watch him over the back of the sofa.
“Special powers?” he asked.
“You can hear me,” she said. “I was being super quiet.”
“It’s true. I do have a superpower. I know when you’re plotting to be naughty.”
Now he was just teasing. He couldn’t know that. Right?
He gathered up some things from the kitchen and walked through the living room again.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting some toys for your bath,” he explained. “You can come and get ready now.”
Alice picked up Lola. “What do you think, Lola? He’s doing well, isn’t he?”
Lola looked pleased. Well, that was good. She was a very picky mouse.
Getting up, she moved into the bathroom. Anson was sitting on the closed toilet lid with his sore leg straight out in front of him. “Come here, Little girl.”
She moved between his thighs and he grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt that she wore and lifted it over her head. It was one of his shirts. A new, clean one. Then he reached for her panties and she helped him take them off.
“Hold my hand while you climb in,” he said as he stood.
There was a flash of pain on his face.
“Are you okay, Daddy?”
“Yeah. I just wish I could lift you up and place you in the bath. Or carry you on my hip. Or move without being stiff and sore.”
“I do too, Daddy,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be an awesome Daddy.”
“No?” he said.
She shook her head. “Of course, you’d be an even better Daddy if you didn’t make me eat yucky vegetables.”
He slapped her ass. “Get in the bath, baby.”