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Her mouth dropped open. “But I didn’t make the mess, Daddy! You opened the invitation, and then you ran through the house, chasing me and spilling glitter. I really do think you owe me an apology.”

“You know what I think I owe you?” he asked in a low voice.

She gave him a suspicious look. “No. What?”

“A spanking.”

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Aspanking!

That wasn’t very nice.

“I don’t deserve a spanking, Daddy,” she told him.

“You glitter bombed me.”

“That’s not a spankable offense.”

“Then you laughed,” he pointed out.

“Also not a spankable offense.”

“It’s a spankable offense if I say it’s a spankable offense,” he told her.

She gasped. “So you’re allowed to just make rules willy-nilly now, huh, Daddy? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“What isn’t fair, brat, is that I now have glitter in my ears. And down my T-shirt and probably in my jeans.”

Huh.

She glanced at his crotch. “You need some help getting rid of that, Daddy?”

“Sure do, brat.”

Reaching down, he lifted her out of the bath. He really had to stop hauling her around or he would hurt himself.

But she knew better than to say that out loud.

That would be a spankable offense.

Millie knew he wasn’t truly serious about the spanking. Or she thought he wasn’t, until he turned her around so her back was to him.

What was he doing?

“Bend down and grab hold of the edge of the bath, baby doll.”

She bent over and then looked back at him. “Um, Daddy? What are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m spanking you.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you would really do it!”

“You thought wrong.”

He pushed the skirt of her dress up over her bottom. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses. It was pale blue with images of dancing dinosaurs on it.

There were dinosaurs doing the mambo, dinosaurs in tutus. There was even a dinosaur in the cutest hip-hop outfit.

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