His Little Bird

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Birdie's POV

I shift in my chair, my bottom still sore and tender.

My father clears his throat and I look up, fork pausing midway in the air.

"Did Ethan talk to you at all about tomorrow?" My brows furrow. Ethan stopped by to check on my bottom yesterday to make sure it is healing, but he didn't say anything.

"Is he taking me to work tomorrow?"

Him and mother share a look. "He's going to be joining us for dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh. He must have forgotten to mention it... Do you mind if I cook?" I ask Mother.

"Not at all, Birdie. I can help if you like?" I agree, it will be nice to have help and I know she likes cooking for Dad.

"...How is your bottom?" My face flushes at my father's question. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, too embarrassed. I hadn't known he knew about Ethan spanking me on Monday. "Birdie, you haven't been able to sit for four days..."

I look down at my plate, pushing around my food. "It's fine..."

My father doesn't say anything, pushing around his own food too. "He's not too stern for you?" I think, shaking my head after a moment. Ethan is what I want, what I need as a dominant. "You like the way he treats you?" I nod again, this conversation very odd.

Yes, my father has spoken with me before about Ethan and how I like him. Does he think things have changed because Ethan spanked me?  Ethan wasn't kind at all about my spanking, but I don't want him to be kind about my discipline. I want him to keep me inline.

"I still love him if that's what you're trying to ask?" I say in confusion.

My dad nods, "I just want to make sure that you're positive about this... I don't know what Monday was about, but I'm sure that will not be... an abnormal punishment."

I shift uneasily, my bottom aching at the acknowledgment that this will probably be a normal feeling for me from now on.

"I understand... I'm sure."

My father nods, "Your mother and I love you very much, Birdie. You'll always have a place here in our home." He sounds like he is saying goodbye, but Ethan hasn't even collared me yet.

Perhaps he is just coming to terms with the fact that I'll be leaving the nest soon.

"I love you guys too?"

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"Ethan!"

He chuckles and picks me up, setting me on his hip as I try to tackle him.

"Did you miss me, Little Bird?" He gently rubs my bottom, lifting up my dress a bit to check my behind. I squeal in embarrassment, looking around to make sure no one is around.

"Ethan!"

He ignores my protests, patting my bottom and pulling my dress back down. "You look like you're healing well, Little Bird. I'll put more cream on you tonight, yes?"

I playfully narrow my eyes at him. He chuckles and sets me down, allowing me to hug him again.

"Did you miss me today?" His expression changes, his brows furrowing.