Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,47
gave me a chance to miss them. I loved my sisters, but so far, their teen years were… a lot.
I braced myself for impact as Kate followed through with her promise and put the call on speaker.
“Have you been watching more of Jordan’s videos, Andy?” Lizzie asked excitedly.
“Did you send him a DM yet?” Kate asked before I could answer, talking right over her. “And did you see the new routine he posted to that Dua Lipa song? Me and Liz were doing the workout yesterday and it totally kicked our asses.”
“Language,” I murmured, smiling despite myself. I did miss them.
“That workout is going to give us nice asses, though,” Lizzie said, clearly ignoring my language reminder. “You should see how good of shape we’re getting into, Andy!”’
“No, Andy should see how good of shape Jordan is in,” Kate said, way too suggestively in my opinion. “Oh my God, he’s soooo hot.”
I grimaced, not really sure how I felt about my little sister feeling that way about my boyfriend. My boy. The man I was regularly getting naked with now. “Girls, quit objectifying him,” I said firmly.
“Oh, whatever, Andy,” Kate said, probably accompanied by an eye roll. “We’re just admiring him. Like, his form.”
“And his ass,” Lizzie added unrepentantly.
“Language,” I said, trying to push any and all thoughts of my sisters admiring Jordan out of my head forever.
“You know, he did look hot in that last video,” Lizzie said thoughtfully, going on as if I hadn’t spoken. “But he also had circles under his eyes.”
“The boy needs better concealer,” Kate said, tsking.
“Or some sleep.”
“Or a boyfriend,” Kate said in a sing-song voice that almost made me laugh. “Come on, Andy, are you going to ask him out or what? Did you call to get our advice on how to do it?”
“No,” I said, chucking my empty water bottle into the recycling bin and looking to Ellen for some sympathy. Her face was still buried in her food dish, though, so I got none.
“It might be too late, though,” Lizzie said, yanking my attention back to the conversation.
“What?” I asked sharply.
“Ohhhh, you might be right, Liz,” Kate said. “Andy, you should have listened to us when we first told you about him.”
“Yeah,” Lizzie agreed. “Because, like, right after that? He posted this thing, a naughty Santa letter, and he came right out and said he was looking for a boyfriend.”
“No, he was looking for a Daddy,” Kate added. “That’s not the same thing.”
“It could be,” Lizzie said stubbornly.
“But it doesn’t have to be. He just said he wanted someone to spank him. Which, like, he probably already got, because that ass.”
“Girls,” I snapped, pinching the bridge of my nose and remembering that there really was a good reason to keep our conversations confined to the message thread. “We’re not going to discuss... that.”
“What, his ass?” Kate asked.
“Spanking?” Lizzie said.
Kate giggled. “Or did you mean dirty Santas?”
“Kinky Santas.”
“No, Naughty Santas,” Kate said. “Because Jordan’s on the naughty list!”
“And everyone knows that naughty boys need—”
“Lizzard,” I said sharply, definitely not wanting to hear the rest of that sentence from her. Ever.
“What?” she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence. “I was just saying—”
“Please don’t,” I interrupted, rubbing my forehead.
“I’m sixteen, Andy,” Lizzie huffed.
I stepped over Ellen and left the kitchen. “Exactly.”
Kate blew a raspberry. “Don’t be such a prude, Andy. God. So your boy likes it a little kinky. Get over it.”
“I’m not a pru—”
“Kate has a good point,” Lizzie interrupted, talking over me. “If you’re really going to ask Jordan out, you might need to, like, get your freak on a little, because the dating app thing he posted? He actually did ask Santa for a hot Daddy, and he said he wanted that Daddy to—”
“I saw it, Lizzard,” I said quickly, cutting her off and starting to be sorry I’d called. Kink was definitely not a topic I wanted to talk to my sisters about... or even think too hard about them knowing about.
Had our Mom and William taken off the parental controls on their search engines or something?
God, maybe I really was a prude, at least when it came to my little sisters.
“Oh my God, but what if Jordan’s already found a hot Daddy?” Kate suddenly blurted.
Lizzie gasped. “What if he’s got dark circles under his eyes from that guy?”
“What if he’s dating a jerk?”
“What if he’s not? What if he already found someone through that app, and Andy’s too late?”
“What if he—”
“Girls,” I practically shouted. “Can I, maybe, get