Delilah giggles as she quietly and cautiously crawls out of bed, careful not to wake her daddy up. She tip toes out of the room, whispering "shhh" to herself and quietly closing the door behind her after admiring the broad blonde, sleeping with his arms wrapped around a pillow where she used to be, snuggling his face into it.

She's feeling unusually mischievous today as she scampers into her room. She quietly recites all the words she knows that she can remember right now, but it seems there's too many for her to do that anymore.

She hums the melody and tries to recite the lyrics to her favorite song, the judge, not knowing what they mean but doing her best.

"Your da judge, oh no, semi free." She sings to herself as she gets out of her coloring books and the crayons, glancing mischievously at the markers that are in the top shelf. If she wanted to upset Luke a bit, that might be a good way.

Except, he'd know she knows better than to color on the wall and was doing it on purpose and he might decide to punish her. That wouldn't be as fun.

Delilah begins coloring with her crayons, but she still wants to do something naughty, and scribbling at this page simply will not do.

She sighs and pouts, leaving the crayons all about the floor as her first act of rebellion, and deciding to add some stuffies thrown about the room.

After her mess is finished being made, she wonders downstairs and into the kitchen, looking in the fridge and through cupboards to see what she can get into.

Delilah grins when she finds sugary cereals and chips and cookies. She gets them all out and puts them on the ground of the kitchen, sitting down and beginning to eat them.

She sighs when it's been a few minutes and Luke still hasn't discovered her and her mischief.

She picks up the unhealthy snacks and takes them to the living room, turning on the tv to a channel daddy probably wouldn't let her leave on, but it looks enough like a cartoon to her.

She copies some of the words the characters say as she slowly munches in the different junk foods, and then scurries into the kitchen and to the fridge, pulling out a can of soda and grinning.

She's careful not to spill it as she sits in the living room sipping the soda- sure, she's being naughty, but she doesn't wanna be in that much trouble- and eating the snacks and watching the show she remembers daddy has turned off when she was watching, and warned her not to watch it again.

She turns the volume up loud enough she knows her daddy can hear upstairs and waits until he hears her call.

"Babygirl? Where you at, sweetheart? Watch a doing?" He questions as he wonders downstairs.

Luke's draw drops when he sees Delilah surrounded by junk food she knows she's not allowed into and munching on it for breakfast, sipping at soda, which she knows she's not allowed to have, under any circumstances, and watching family guy, which he's told her not to watch before.

"Delilah rose Hemmings!"  He scolds, and Delilah shrieks and giggles as she stands, holding the soda carefully as she tries to run away from the shirtless and angry man, but he catches her waist and takes the soda from her, growling when he notices it's almost empty and that there's quite a bit less cookies than there were in the box yesterday.

Luke sets the Fanta on a table and lays a smack on the little girls backside, who only shrieks a bit and giggles more, trying to pull away as Luke scoops her up.

"Daddy is not happy with you, naughty little girl. I know you know better." He scolds as he carries her into the kitchen.

Delilah tries to feign innocence and ignorance, pretending she doesn't know what daddy is saying.

"Don't give me that, little girl. Bad girl delilah." He sets his giggling girl on the naughty stool, irritated that she's still giggling. "This is not a joke, I'm mad at you." Luke glares. "I should give you a spanking, you're lucky you're only getting timeout. If you get out of that chair, though, baby is getting spankies, am I understood?"

"No daddy." Delilah grins.

"Do you want a spanning Delilah?"

"No!"

"Then you keep your butt in that chair." Luke warns before leaving her there and going upstairs, changing into his clothes for the day quickly before hurrying back downstairs. He growls when the little girl isn't in the chair.

"Delilah, come here right now!" He warns. Delilah giggles as she peeks her head around the corner.

"Daddy." She giggles. Luke points in front of him and she shakes her head.

"Yes Delilah, come here. Daddy warned you."

"No daddy."

"You have three seconds, little girl." Luke holds up three fingers. "One," He takes down one of the fingers and Delilah watches him, doubting herself a bit but not giving in yet. She understands the idea of Luke's counting, although she hasn't learned her numbers yet.

"Two."

Not wanting to get in anymore trouble, she hurries into the spot in front of Luke, who glares down at her.

"Sowwy Daddy?" She asks. Luke shakes his head.

"You don't get to say sorry and get out of a punishment. Besides, I don't believe you." Luke says as he picks up the little girl and carry her to her nursery as she starts to cry.

"No! Daddy! Don wan!"

"Then you shouldn't have been so naughty."

This was my Delilah's intention, to get into this much trouble. In all honesty, she had not quite grasped the concept of time out. She knew that daddy said to stay here or she'd get spankies, but she didn't quite get that here meant in that chair.

"Daddy! I sowwy! Peas! Good baby!" She cries, looking into Luke's clear blue eyes with her teary green ones, her black hair falling into her face.

"You are going to be a good baby, after your spanking."

"No spank! Daddy peas! Good!"

"No, daddy warned you." Luke says as he sets in a chair and stands Delilah in front of him.

"Why are you in trouble, little girl?" Luke asks.

"Be good! Daddy peas."

"No, tell daddy how you were naughty."

"Bad nums, bad dink, bad tv." The small girl pouts.

"Mhm, what else?" Delilah looks to luke questioningly. She knows what the other thing she did is, just not how to say it.

"You got out of your time out? Can you say time out?"

"Tie mout." Delilah pouts. Luke hums. "Out tie mout. Baby sowwy daddy, sowwy. Peas no spank?" Delilah asked, in the sweetest voice she could muster.

Her puppy eyes were really wearing Luke down, she looked so pitiful and remorseful. Luke hummed, petting his little ones cheek.

"Delilah." He sighed. "Daddy can't let you out of punishments or you're gonna be a bad girl."

"Good girl!" Delilah protested whinily. She really believed if she tried hard enough she could convince her daddy to let her off.

"No, I'm sorry." Luke sighed pulling Delilah over his lap. The little girl cried harder and Luke sighed. He did not want to do this.

Luke laid down ten quick and moderately hard slaps before scooping Delilah into his arms and cradling her, shushing her cries and reassuring her while he wipes the tears off her cheeks.

"Good girl, you're ok." He hums as he stands up, setting Delilah on his hip and bouncing her as he grabs a pacifier off the table and sticks it between Delilah's lips.

"Are you gonna be a naughty girl again, Delilah?"

"Nu dada." Delilah cried.

"No more getting into bad snacks without daddy's permission or watching shows you're not allowed?"

"Nu dada."

"Good girl, daddy's good girl." Luke hummed as he kissed the front of Delilah's paci, then kissed the tears off her cheeks.

Guys please help me out with some chapter ideas, for any of my books, thx and hope you enjoyed this chappie!