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triggered by Bryon’s tone and his firmly addressing her as a ‘young lady’. The term alone made her feel tiny, protected and desiring to be obedient to him.
    “Would you like to go out for dinner? With me?” Bryon asked boldly. 
    Kristina stared at the phone in her hand. “Like…. A date?” she asked cautiously.
    “Yes, like a date.  I will pick you up at seven.  Dress nice. We’ll go somewhere speci al. ” His tone w as light and playful again.
    “I, uh….” Kristin a was dumbfounded with the thought that he really wanted to date her. But why? He could have any gorgeous girl he wanted. It made no sense.
    “And you are to get some sleep tonight.  No writing.  Understand?” he ordered before she could refuse him, hoping th at his words would place her immedi ately into a submissive mindset.
    “Um, yes, Bryon.”
    “Just one more thing, shorty.  I don’t like being called a Butthead, either,” Bryon advised teasingly.
    “I’ll try to remember that,” Kristina giggled.
    “Good girl.  I’ll talk to you later.”
    Kristina frowned, hanging up the phone.  What just happened? Did that gentle, wonderful, smart, gorgeous hunk of solid flesh truly ask her, Kristin a Barker, out on a re al date?  With all the women he could have, why would he ever be interested in dating pl ain, chubby, redheaded her? Then there w as his remark th at she could not expunge from her mind.
    If you ever need a big brother or daddy fix, just call….He a r me, young l ady?
    Shaking her head, she glanced at her watch.  So much for a nap, time to get back to work.
     
    * * *
     
    Bryon walked into the house, pausing at the door.  The sound of the logs crackling from the bl azing , warm fire in the living room blended with the soft echoes of rain as it pelted the roof.
    “I’m home!” he bellowed, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. 
    Rob appeared from the kitchen, wiping his h ands on a towel. “You’re wet.”
    “Nothing escapes you, does it?  Thanks,” Bryon said, accepting the cloth to dry off his unruly dark hair. “I’m hungry.  What’s for dinner?”
    “Cass has a casserole of some sort in the oven.  She’s trying a new recipe on us tonight.”
    “Yum. I’m so glad you’re letting her cook now.  I’d starve to death if it wasn't for her.”
    “Are you complaining about my cooking?” Rob looked insulted.
    “It’s a lot better than mine but, sorry old man, Cassie wins the prize. Speaking of which, where is my naughty little girl?”
    “She should still be in her corner.  She got ten of my paddle today.”
    “Ow…. Was she that awful?”
    “No, but I was in one of my moods,” Rob grinned. “She said she wanted to take our relationship as Dominant and Submissive to the next level, so I’m being tougher on her than usual.  Absolutely zero tolerance for disrespect, especially in public. We’ll see how long before she changes her mind about our arrangement.”
    “My poor baby.”
    “You’re a sucker for her, Bry. She has you totally wrapped around her little finger,” Rob scolded.
    Bryon flipped off his brother and made his way upstairs. He paused to look as Cassie stood with her nose still in the corner, hands behind her back, and holding her shirt up to expose her fl aming red bottom.  Shaking his head, Bryon sat on the chaise lounge, “Cassandra? Come here, please.”
    “Daddy! I’m sorry I was so bad.” The woman-child rushed into his large, strong arms. 
    He pulled her onto his lap to hold her closely. “We talked about your mouthiness, honey. You know Rob won’t put up with it, even when he’s playing our special game.”
    “I didn’t mean anything by it, Daddy. I wasn't thinking.” Cassie sniffed her head tucked under Bryon’s chin.
    He patted her thigh. “Yet, you earned yourself quite a thorough paddling for not thinking.  We have rules about how you are to speak to us, even in play.  If you break those rules, you are punished.  This is the third time we’ve had