Scarletta nodded, smiling softly. "I'd love to play with your medical toys, Daddy." she said, nodding when he told her not to spill anything when they got home. She remembered when she'd spilled tea once while upstairs, leaving a good-sized stain on the carpet. Her ass ached at the memory of the hard spanking she'd gotten for that.
She leaned on him gently, still worried that he was angry with her. The closer she got to him, the more comfort and happiness she felt. She closed her eyes in contentment, gently intertwining their hands as they drove along. She was reminded of how very much they looked like an actual father and daughter, and the thought made her giggle a little inside.