Page 56 of Daddy's Lesson

“So you knew the whole time and just wanted to test me, is that it?” I moved lower to spank her upper thighs to ensure she felt the warmth while she sat in the car.

“No! I mean, maybe? I don’t know. Daddy, please stop.”

“I don’t know. I’m not convinced you’re ready to be a good girl.”

“I am! I swear I am.”

“Then say it.”

“I’m going to be Daddy’s good girl!” she shrieked.

“And you’re going to remember that Daddy knows best, so there will be no arguments today?” I paused, waiting for her answer.

“I… I’ll do my best?”

“Why is that a question?”

“Because I might mess up and I don’t want to set myself up for failure.”

I thought for a second before deciding that answer was good enough for me. “I’ll accept that. You will have a hot bottom and a plug to remind you of what happens to naughty girls who forget their lessons.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed and rested her head on the bed.

We went through the ritual of me making her participate in having her ass plugged, which, from the way it made her pussy weep, she loved. Or at least she loved to hate it. My woman was seriously the most fucking amazing specimen on the planet. She could not have been more perfect if she tried.

After her plug was situated and I had her in the submissive headspace I wanted her in, we got ready for our day out. First, we enjoyed lunch at a bistro in downtown Philly that I swore was the city’s best kept secret. Their fresh ingredients were unparalleled by anything I’d ever found in the city, and they made their bread daily. Zoe seemed impressed and almost surprised at my choice of eateries.

“I guess I just saw you more as a… burgers-and-fries kind of guy.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love a good greasy burger, but I could never keep this physique if I ate that shit all the time.”

I tried not to be offended and think about my friends giving me shit the Friday before. I was still avoiding all of them, really tired of the picture everyone had painted of me, but I didn’t want to take that out on Zoe. She was still struggling with our age gap and seeing me as one of her students. My focus needed to be on proving her wrong.

“That’s true.”

“I like to work out, but not more than I have to. I have other important things to do with my time, like wine and dine a pretty lady.” I winked at her and she squirmed in her seat.

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“Is… have I not made that obvious?”

“I’m your client,” she reminded me.

I was really starting to get tired of that wall she kept putting in my way.

“Zoe, do you think I would move in with just anyone?”

“I don’t know. We don’t talk about your other clients. And the subject of cohabitation is covered in the packet.”

“Okay, that's fair.” And it was. As much time as Zoe and I were spending together, we hadn’t really talked much about things that didn’t pertain to art, life with her ex, and random day-to-day stuff. We hadn’t talked about me much at all. Was that why she was still trying to hold me at arm’s length every chance she got? I sighed and set her straight. “The answer is no, honey. In fact, not only would I not have moved in with another client, I couldn’t have, because you are my first one. And hopefully, my last. Zoe, the second Nyla gave me your file, everything changed.”

“You can’t mean that.”

“Why can’t I?”

She shook her head. “You just can’t.”

“Are you going to sit there and tell me that you feel the same way about our relationship as you did when Archer was your Daddy?”

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