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swallow. “Yes, Daddy.” She slid into the chair, quickly jumping to her feet, the woman holding her cheeks in each hand. Then she gingerly sat on the hardwood, wincing.
    He pushed pen and paper in front of her. She wrote down the words as he spoke. “ I will do my homework, planning ahead, and asking Daddy for help . You will write that fifty times.”
    She scowled, but he shook his head. “No whining. The quicker it’s done, the quicker you can take a nap.”
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    B rittney wiped the tears off the paper, smearing the ink. Daddy didn’t like sloppy work. Would he take into account that she was crying and didn’t mean to make a mess of the paper? She looked up, watching him in the kitchen as he prepared dinner for the two of them.
    He must have felt her staring, looking over his shoulder at her. “Do you need some help focusing? I believe this may help.” He pulled out a wooden spoon from the ceramic container near the stove, waving it in the air.
    “Nooooo, Daddy. I’m writing.”
    “See that you are, Sassy.”
    She leaned a little to the left, trying to place the brunt of her weight on her hip instead of her throbbing backside. She swiped at her nose and eyes with her left hand. “Daddy, I need a tissue, please.”
    “Sure, baby.” He put the spatula down, bringing the box of tissues to her, kissing her head lightly. “You need to stop crying, girlie, or you’ll be sick.”
    Easy for him to say.
    He walked away, not even turning around as he said, “And Sassy? You need to rest both cheeks on the chair, not your hip.”
    She shifted her full weight to her tender bottom. She had learned her lesson before. She numbered the lines on the page so she wouldn’t miscount. And even though the guilt of her misbehavior was gone, she now was worrying that he’d leave. All her previous boyfriends had decided that her sassy mouth and fighting with other girls just wasn’t worth the effort. And except for beating Sunni up when she went home to visit a couple of months ago, she hadn’t gotten into a fight in months. Her grades, homework, and sarcastic mouth were the issues now.
    Daddy had assured her that he wouldn’t leave, that he loved her and only wanted the best for her. If that best meant getting paddled daily or weekly until she learned how to react to things in a mature way, he said he was more than prepared to give her just that.
    But why? Why would he want to stay with someone like her? What was in it for him? I mean, sure he got laid, and she wasn’t bad in bed — at least that’s what she’d heard. But even that gets old if there’s no benefit emotionally. Did she meet his needs emotionally? She tried. But would it be enough to make him stay? Could he love her with all her faults?
    A sob escaped her lips, and Sassy dropped her head onto her arms on the table. She let it all go then, crying at what she was sure would be the end of her relationship with Dylan.
    “Sassy. Oh, my God, Sassy. What is wrong, baby?” Daddy stroked her hair out of her face, kissing her cheek. “Come see Daddy. Let’s sit on the couch.”
    She buried her face into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “I’m sorry I’m so much work.”
    He pulled her to sit on his lap, leaning her against his chest, keeping her sore bottom off the rough denim of his pants. He tilted her chin up. “You aren’t a lot of work. Who said that to you? Did someone make you cry?”
    She smiled at him sweetly, her chin still quivering. “No one. I don’t need anyone to s-say it. I know I’m trouble. Do you still want to be with me, or even love me anymore?”
    He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “If your little ass weren’t so sore, I’d smack it good right now. I don’t just love you, I adore you. You’re my girl, my baby. You aren’t work to me. You’ve grown so much since I met you, and you will continue to. You wait and see.”
    “I guess.” She shrugged, playing with a button on his