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Charlie bit her lower lip as she concentrated on her coloring. She could hear Clint on the phone out in the hallway. He’d moved out there to make some calls. A cartoon was playing on the T.V., but she wasn’t paying much attention.
At least the phone call had postponed having to get her vitamin. She reached over for her smoothie cup. It was a big, plastic cup with a straw in it that she used in summer for iced drinks.
She took a big sip of the nutritional shake. It was chocolate flavored and while it had a slightly strange texture it was actually quite good. A bit like a milkshake. It felt soothing on her throat. She yawned. Truthfully, even though she’d just woken up she could probably lie down right now and have a sleep.
But she wasn’t telling Clint that.
Clint walked back in. “That was the seamstress; she’s going to come here for your final fitting once you’re feeling a bit better.”
Her eyes went wide. “She is?”
“Yep. Told you I’d handle it. How’s the drink?”
“It’s actually good.”
“I’ll talk to Doc about getting you some more. Along with the vitamins, that will help build your system back up.” He glanced down at her picture. “What are you drawing, little darling?”
“Can’t you tell, Daddy?”
She loved teasing him by making him guess.
His face screwed up so he looked like he was sucking on a piece of lemon. She knew he had no idea what it was. She bit back a giggle.
“It’s a horse pulling a carriage with a castle in the background.”
Her mouth dropped open. “How did you know?”
“It’s obvious. Plus, Daddies always know.”
“You never know, Daddy!”
He gasped and placed a hand against his chest. “I do believe I’ve just been insulted.”
She just shook her head at his antics. “You’re silly, Daddy.”
“And you’re overdue for your vitamin.” He sat on the side of the bed and reached for the bottle of suppositories.
He patted his lap. “Over you go.”
She pouted. “Why do I need the vitamins, Daddy? I’ve got the shake.”
“Doctor’s orders. Stop pouting. You don’t want to add to the spanking you’re already owed.”
“Why am I getting a spanking?”
“For not telling Daddy that you weren’t well. For not asking for his help. For not eating properly.”
Drat.
“If I’m on bed rest, I don’t think I should get a spanking.” At least that’s the way it should work.
“Your punishment can wait until you’re feeling better,” he told her. “However, a couple of smacks to get you moving when you’re procrastinating isn’t going against Doc’s orders.”
She squeaked at this warning and practically threw herself over his lap. She was wearing a soft nightgown with a picture of a sleepy owl on the front. Clint pulled it up over her ass then drew her panties down.
She tensed. She hated this. She swore that she was never going to forget to eat properly again if it meant she got to avoid any more of these icky suppositories.
Why couldn’t Doc prescribe normal vitamins? Those gummy ones you chewed on would be perfect. Clint rubbed her bottom and she gradually found herself relaxing into his touch.
