Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“So, you won’t mind if I take you out into the center of the club, strip you naked, handcuff you to the chain spider web, and spank you in front of everyone?”
I suck in a breath as the blood drains from my face. “Is that what you want?” I whisper, petrified.
“Nope. I want what’s best for my girl. I want my Little girl to be the happiest she can be. I want her to communicate with me so I can be certain her needs are being filled.” He narrows his gaze.
“Oh.” He’s never said these kinds of things to me before.
“I’ve noticed lately that you’ve been letting Daddy make every decision. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe it’s what you need. But I think we need to address it so I’m certain you’re happy.”
“I’m happy, Daddy,” I respond quickly. I am. I love letting him make all the decisions. It takes a huge weight off my shoulders. I trust him. He makes good decisions. Unless he really did want to chain me naked to that scary-looking spiderweb in the main club.
Daddy grips the back of my neck. “In two days, we leave for Littleworld.”
I grin. I can’t wait.
He smirks. “You’re looking forward to an entire week of letting Daddy make all the decisions, aren’t you?”
I nod, trying to read him. I’m not sure why he’s so worried about this topic. I love how he Daddies me, and he knows it.
“What does Melissa say about our arrangement?”
I flinch. Why is he bringing up Melissa right now? “Uhh.” The truth is Daddy has asked if he could go with me to my counseling sessions every week. Well, he’s offered to go. He hasn’t been pushy about it, but he says he wants to meet my counselor.
I’ve put him off every week so far.
Melissa has also suggested that I bring Daddy to a session so she can meet him. I know she’s worried about my ability to make good choices and how fast I jumped into this relationship, considering I’m twenty-two, and this is my first boyfriend. The only reason why she hasn’t been more insistent is because she knows I’ve brought Chase to my parents’ house every Sunday since I met him. She realizes there’s no way I would do that if he weren’t a good guy.
I’ve told Melissa every week that I don’t want Daddy to be there and take up part of my hour yet. I’m not going to be able to put either of them off much longer.
The truth is when they meet, neither of them is going to be very happy with me. Melissa has been giving me tasks I have not taken seriously, and I have not told Daddy about any of it.
Melissa will be disappointed and concerned. Daddy will…yeah, he’ll also be disappointed and concerned, but he’ll spank my naughty bottom and undoubtedly enforce that grounding he’s threatened several times. I’ll be grounded from everything for like a year.
I’ve been naughty. This is the first time I’ve ever been defiant like this. Even though it’s indirect, I’ve never been the sort of person who could disobey anyone or fib.
Daddy sighs. “When we get back in town, I’m going with you to your next appointment, understood?”
I drop my shoulders. “Yes, Sir.” He isn’t asking. He’s telling me. I can’t argue with that. Plus, it will be time for me to face the music. Hopefully our week on Regression Island at Littleworld is amazing, because when we return, the real world is going to suck me under.
Daddy points at the spanking bench. “I know you’ve seen people get spanked on one of those before, but I assume you’ve never done so.”
I glance at him. “You’re the only Daddy I’ve ever had. And you’re the only person who’s ever spanked me.” He knows that.
He chuckles. “Sassy girl.”
I wince. “Sorry, Daddy.”
He kisses my forehead before standing me on my feet. After he rises, he takes my hand and leads me to the bench. “Even though we’re alone in this room, and no one can see us, I’m still going to leave your clothes on this time. It’s enough that we’re inside the club. I don’t want to overwhelm you. Baby steps. I’ll push your dress up and your pullup down, but that’s as exposed as you’re going to be, and only for my eyes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifts my hand and sets my palm on the smooth surface. “Touch the bench, Baby girl. Familiarize yourself with it. Make sure you’re okay with how the leather feels against your skin.”
I run my palm across the top. It’s smooth and pliable and cool to the touch. It doesn’t give me any triggers. My heart is so full of love for this man I can hardly stand it. He always knows exactly what to say and do to make sure I don’t have any sensory issues in a new environment.