Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2041

Callum's face scrunched up with discomfort as he squeezed his little hands, battling internally over his decision.

If his hands were injured, the other kids at kindergarten would surely notice.

With no other choice, Callum decided on his bottom.

He rubbed his back in advance, feeling sorry for himself.

Nathaniel patiently waited for Callum.

"Have you made your decision?"

"Yes," Callum finally said, "I choose my bottom."

Nathaniel set down the pen and picked up the small plastic ruler.

"Go lie down on the sofa."

Instead of going to the sofa, Callum walked up and tugged at Nathaniel's suit pants.

"I don't want to lie on the sofa. Can I lie on your lap instead?"

Nathaniel glanced at Callum.

He was always seeking revenge and would often try to find ways to get back at him after a punishment.

What was he plotting now?

Despite his suspicions, Nathaniel did not refuse.

He carried Callum and set him across his lap.

"Daddy…" Callum tried to cuddle and charm his way out, but Nathaniel flipped him over and positioned him securely on his lap before he could finish.

Callum's heart raced with anxiety, kicking his legs in protest as he thought his father was too mean!

In the next moment, Nathaniel effortlessly pulled down Callum's little pants.

The chubby boy kept wiggling, trying to escape.

Nathaniel held Callum's waist firmly and warned him, "Stay still."

He picked up the ruler again, adjusted his grip, and delivered a firm swat.

As the sharp sound echoed, Callum shuddered from the pain.

Instead of him, Nathaniel was the first to hiss in pain.

Nathaniel stopped.

His voice was firm but calm as he asked, "How many was that?"

The teary-eyed Callum reluctantly let go of Nathaniel's leg and muttered sulkily, "I don't know."

Nathaniel sighed, his tone tinged with resignation. "Twelve."

"Okay, twelve," Callum mumbled.

Nathaniel used the opportunity to test his son's math skills.

"Add eight, then subtract fifteen. What's the result?"

Callum's little brain worked hard to calculate.

After a while, he answered, "Five."

Smack.

Another sharp swat landed. Nathaniel continued, "Thirteen plus eighteen, multiplied by two, then by three, divided by six. What's the answer?"