Page 28 of Learning Little Lizzie

To his delight, she jumped, her eyes wide and the flush in her cheeks darkening as she pulled the book against her chest. “Oh my god, you scared the shi—stuff out of me!”

Crouching down, he reached out to cup her cheek. “Good girl. Thank you for catching yourself before you said a naughty word. I know it isn’t easy changing those old habits.”

The blush on her face darkened adorably. “Oh, um, no. I guess it isn’t.”

“Do you want to take your book home with you?”

“No!” As if realizing she’d protested a little too loudly, Eliza cleared her throat and snapped the book shut. “It was just… an experiment.”

Taking the book from her, he returned it to one of the carts to be reshelved later before helping her to her feet. With her hand firmly locked in his, he picked up her backpack and slung it over his shoulder with his briefcase. “What kind of experiment?”

“I can carry my own book bag, you know.”

“I know. What kind of experiment?”

She let out a sigh full of aggravation, but she didn’t push the backpack issue. “Kylie had this idea that if I read some sexy Daddy books, maybe I’d be more okay with the idea of having a Daddy.”

Heart pounding against his rib cage, he gave her arm a gentle swing as if her answer to his next question wouldn’t potentially make or break their relationship. “And? What’s the verdict?”

“Too soon to tell, I think.” Silence fell, and he nearly had to bite his tongue in half to force himself to give her the time to think it over. “I like some of it. The caregiver stuff, where he gives her baths and has a schedule for her to follow. And the idea of just getting to sit and play or color or whatever isn’t awful. But I still hate the idea of diapers and bottles and stuff.”

“Then we’ll keep diapers and bottles off the table for now, unless you’re extra, extra naughty.”

“Couldn’t we take them off the table entirely?”

“We could. If you’d like to add them to your hard limits list.” It was a nice enough day to walk, so he skipped the golf carts in favor of a leisurely stroll to the employee apartments. Partially so they could enjoy the crisp autumn air after being cooped up inside all day, and partially to put off the punishments she had coming. He had a feeling once she’d gotten her bottom well and truly paddled, she wouldn’t be feeling so chatty.

And he desperately wanted to hear her thoughts on what she’d read.

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” she said with a sigh. “It’s not a limit, it’s just that the idea of going to the bathroom in a diaper doesn’t give me the same tingly feeling the other stuff in those books did.”

“How did the diaper play make you feel?”

“I dunno. It made my tummy hurt a little, and I felt… embarrassed, I guess? For the people in the book. Which is probably silly, but I figure if I feel that strongly about people who don’t even exist, it would probably be even worse in real life, right?”

“Perhaps. For some, the embarrassment and the humiliation is part of the thrill, though. They enjoy being ‘forced’ to endure something so embarrassing.”

“Oh. I don’t think I would like that very much at all.”

“Well, if you can be a Big girl and follow Daddy’s rules, you won’t have to find out.” By the time they reached that point in their conversation, they’d made it up to his apartment. Dropping her hand, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for her to step inside. “For now, little girl, we have several naughties to discuss from today, don’t we?”

“Or, we could call today a test run and start again tomorrow with a clean slate.”

The smile she shot over her shoulder was pure sass, and his palm positively itched to connect with her bottom. “Hmmm.” Pretending to mull it over, he locked the apartment door behind them and hung their bags on the hooks in the entryway before he followed her to the living room where she was waiting for him, looking every bit like a mischievous Little girl. He gripped her chin, tilting her head back and forcing her to look up at him. “We could do that. But then what would we do about the knots in your tummy?”

“How did you…” She caught herself, and her eyes narrowed. “Maybe I don’t have knots.”

“Eliza. Be honest with Daddy.”

“Ugh, fine. I have knots in my stomach. Happy?”

“Thank you for your honesty. And lucky for you, Daddy knows exactly how to untie those knots and help you get rid of all those yucky feelings in your tummy. So the only question left is, would you rather have your spankings now, or wait until after dinner?”

“Can we just get it over with? Please?”

“Of course, little one. Take your tights and panties off and go put them in your clothes hamper. You won’t be needing them the rest of the night.”

CHAPTER 11

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