the world. I want to provide you with things that make you happy. And I enjoy having a partner who craves those things.”
“Like toys and dresses, you mean?”
“Yes, but it’s more than that. I like to create an environment where my little is safe and nurtured. It’s not all about coloring books and dolls. That’s one aspect. Seeing a little’s face light up because they get to play and enjoy themselves pleases me, but the other side is rules and discipline. You and I haven’t tapped into that much yet.”
I wiggle a bit, gripping my thighs again. “Like spanking.”
“Yes, and other forms of punishment. The relationship between a Daddy and a little usually includes the little getting herself into some level of trouble and needing discipline for her actions. It’s a dynamic. It’s beautiful when two people agree to the same wants and needs and work out something that fulfills both of them. It’s also hard to find.”
“So, part of you wants me to make mistakes so you can spank me?” I flush.
He grins. “Yes, but it also means that you sometimes make those mistakes intentionally because you like to be spanked.”
I frown. “Why would I do that?” Though I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“You’ll see.” He pats my butt again. “There’s a gray area though. Some littles are what we call brats. They act up often and intentionally because they like to be in trouble. That’s not my kink. I prefer my little girl to try her best and be well-behaved. She’ll make mistakes and need discipline, but not so often that she spends all her time with a sore bottom.”
I squirm again.
He chuckles. “The thought intrigues you.”
“I guess, but will it hurt?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Many things. For one, it takes some time to figure out how much a little girl can tolerate. Some people like to be spanked hard. It helps them purge in a way. It can clear the mind. Some people don’t have that level of pain tolerance and only need a swat. In addition, I take into consideration the level of the disobedience. Not putting your toys away may only warrant a swat on the bottom. Safety issues are different. Running into moving traffic, getting too close to a hot stove, or not checking in to let me know you’re safe would cause you to end up over my knee getting a spanking you won’t forget.” He lifts a brow for emphasis.
I’m not sure I’m breathing. It takes me a moment to sort through all of that. “But of course I wouldn’t run into the street, and I’m old enough to use the stove.”
He grins. “And that’s part of the dynamic. You’re not old enough to use the stove if we agree on an age that gives me that level of authority. Also, once a little gets into the mindset, if she allows a Daddy figure to make these decisions for her, then she tends to begin to expect her Daddy to be the one always conscious of the world around them. She may wander off at the park or stray too close to a pond or river. She might get caught up in playing or watching tv and forget to do her chores.”
I take a few moments to process all of this again. “It’s complicated.”
“Yes. It’s an entire way of life. It has give and take like any other Dom/sub relationship. It’s hard to grasp from the outside, but you’ve been living with one foot in this lifestyle for a few days. You already understand more than you realize. It’s come naturally to you.”
I sigh and lean against his shoulder.
He glances at his watch and says, “It’s late, sweetie. Bedtime.”
I lift my head and look at him.
He taps my nose. “Give it a try. What do you have to lose? Go all-in. See how it makes you feel.”
“You’re going to tell me what to do all the time?”
He nods.
“So, I have to go to bed even if I’m not tired?”
“Yep. You also have to take a bath and brush your teeth. After that, I’ll tuck you in, and then lights out.”
I’m torn because I’m actually turned on by his suggestion. I have been this entire time. The thought of submitting to him is tempting. So what if most people wouldn’t understand? I’ve never had a Daddy like this. Not even when I was a kid. I want to play along and see what happens. “Okay.”