Page 18 of Daddy's Rule

She quickly rolled off the couch and stood, pulling up her panties first, then her skirt. "Ugh, this fabric is scratchy on my butt now. I'm gonna change into something more comfortable."

"Okay." I didn't look up from my order. "You still like pineapple on your pizza?"

"It's the best way."

"It's an abomination. Anyone who orders pineapple on pizza should have some sense spanked into them," I grumbled, ordering it, anyway.

Nyla grinned. "Well, I've already been spanked very well, and no sense yet, so yes please, pineapple on my pizza."

"It’ll be here in twenty minutes." I slid my phone into my pocket again. "Go change. I'm going to." The jeans I had put on after work were suddenly very tight and uncomfortable in a certain area and I didn't try to hide that fact as I adjusted myself.

Call it a job hazard. It was impossible to spank a woman like Nyla, to have her squirming and moaning over my knee, my erection pressing into her belly, and not get turned on.

But that's what cold showers were for. I took a very cold one, changed into a pair of sweats and an old University of Pennsylvania t-shirt, and came out to the living room just in time to see Nyla press a tip into the delivery driver's hand and close the door, arms full of pizza boxes. She was wearing the exact same outfit I was, worn black sweats and a t-shirt from our shared alma mater, but she hadn't noticed yet as she turned away and carried the pizzas to the kitchen. I followed her, hungrier than ever.

"Really, Bas?"she griped, still turned away from me. "Two pizzas for two people? How much do you think I eat?" She got two plates from the cupboard and a pile of napkins from a drawer.

"It's not about how much you eat. It's about making sure your nasty pineapple pizza doesn't contaminate my pepperoni," I retorted.

She looked at me then, and burst out laughing when she noticed my outfit. "Wow. We are really on the same wavelength today, aren't we?"

"Guess so." I took the plates from her hand and dished us both up. Two slices for each of us, knowing we would both go back for more.

We sat on the couch, our plates balanced on our laps, Golden Girls still playing on low volume in the background. Nyla was staring down at her plate looking pensive, and not as relaxed as she had thirty minutes before.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, trying again.

This time she had them. "I get the Rent-A-Daddy thing. Like, I see the appeal. But how is it really going to work? Like long term? I mean not for us, because we have, what, twelve days left, but for others? Will you put short limits on how long you’ll daddy someone? Will you each only take one client at a time? Do you plan to move in with them or make them move in with you? If so, I mean, I guess you're all single right now, so it is possible, but like… what if one of you meets someone? What if you want to get married and have a family? What if your wife hates the idea of you spending half your time spanking another woman?"

I could see on her face that she herself hated the idea. I wasn't too keen on it, either. "I don't have all the answers to your questions, babe, but I think I can safely say that we will not be moving in with the women who rent our services."

"You moved in with me. In fact, you insisted. Made it seem like it was part of the deal."

"With you, it is part of the deal. But you're you. You're special. And besides, my apartment is right next door. But if you don't want me staying here, I can go, I suppose."

"No!" She grabbed my hand. "I like you being here. I like not being alone. It's just gonna be hard when the two weeks are over."

"They've barely started and you're already worrying about when they're over?"

She grinned sheepishly. "I guess… tonight, when you were spanking me, and even before, really, I realized how much I’ve missed this part of my life, and you guys."

"Nyla." I brought her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "The two weeks are just for a testimonial. It's not some do or die deadline. I'll always be here for you. You are my best friend, and if you need something, anything, I'm right next door."

"I know." She smiled, but it was a sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you, Bas. I guess I just have some things to think about." She picked up her plate, took it to the sink and stuck the pizza boxes in the fridge.

"I know it's early, but I'm pretty tired. Can we go to bed? Or like, just lay on the couch and watch more Golden Girls?"

"Whatever you want, babygirl."

Chapter Eight

Nyla

Every day after work at the office Bas had a task for me to complete, and every day when I got home from doing it, he was there at my apartment, waiting with his hand out for some proof of task completion. I'd give it to him or I wouldn't, depending on how bratty I was feeling that day, and without fail, after dinner we'd end up on the couch with me ass-up, bared across his knee, the TV going in the background. Sometimes the spankings were real punishments, and sometimes they were just rituals.

No matter what, it was my favorite part of the day. But in my head the countdown was always going, and every day I was getting more and more attached, more and more attracted, and more and more sure that I couldn't be here—in Pennsylvania, in the Penthouse, in my home, without Bas.

Today was Friday. Almost a full week into our arrangement and Bas was currently whaling away on my ass while I watched Jeopardy. Tonight was just for fun, a relaxation technique after a hard week, but I was still surprised when he stopped short only fifteen minutes into the show and pulled my pants up.

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