Page 32 of Learning Little Lizzie

“Couldn’t I sit on the couch? Please?”

“No. Sitting on a hard wooden chair on that freshly spanked bottom is part of your punishment.”

Groaning loudly, she rose from his lap and shuffled her way to the kitchen, where she gingerly lowered herself onto a chair. Between the plug and the spanking, she was positively miserable from the moment her ass hit the seat.

Samuel joined her a moment later to place the pad of paper and pen in front of her. “One hundred of this line.” He tapped the top of the pad.

I will listen to Daddy, even when I think he’s being unreasonable.

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I think it should get my point across. You have until dinner arrives to finish, so I suggest you get started.”

“What’s for dinner?” she asked as she picked up the pen and carefully wrote out her first sentence.

“We’ve both had a long day. I was thinking about ordering a pizza.”

“I like pizza.” Her stomach twisted a little as she wrote out the line a second time. Was that the guilt Kylie had mentioned at breakfast?

“Pepperoni?”

“The best.”

“One pepperoni pizza, coming up, then.”

CHAPTER 12

Most Little girls argued and whined over writing lines, but Eliza had almost seemed relieved by the punishment. Then again, he might be too if he’d gotten the spanking and mouth-soaping she’d just received.

He hadn’t really been prepared for her tears. From what Derek had said, she hardly ever cried during a punishment. So when she’d broken down sobbing in his arms, he’d been both worried and humbled that she’d apparently felt comfortable enough with him to be so vulnerable. Especially after such a short time together.

Which was part of why he’d felt compelled to be vulnerable right back. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he’d fallen for her the moment he’d seen her picture. While he wasn’t a man prone to flights of fancy and he’d never before believed in the concept of love at first sight, when Derek had first sent over her picture and file, he just knew.

And now she knew exactly how he felt, and what he wanted from her. He was willing to bend a bit, to give up some of what he loved most about being a Daddy if she genuinely couldn’t bring herself to be his baby. Hopefully, she would be willing to bend a bit as well.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Eliza Bennett had a Little buried deep inside her. And he wanted nothing more than to bring her to the surface where she could be loved and cherished the way she deserved.

He put in the order for the pizza, then joined her at the table to review his notes for his classes the next day. She glanced up when he settled in the chair opposite her, surprise flickering across her face before a shy smile curved her lips. For the half hour it took for the pizza to arrive, they worked in a companionable silence.

“Done!” She proclaimed, dropping her pen onto the table and giving her hand a vigorous shake.

Just as she lifted her arms over her head in a stretch that had her breasts straining against the fabric of her button-down shirt, the doorbell rang. “And right on time,” he said, forcing himself to stand and walk to the door instead of ripping her shirt open and teaching her exactly what it meant to be Daddy’s good girl.

He retrieved their dinner from the service submissive on the other side of the door and carried it back to the kitchen. To his surprise, Eliza was already up and pulling plates from the cabinets. Her skirt was still tucked into her waistband, giving him a perfect view of her still-reddened bottom.

Beautiful.

“Thank you for getting the plates, little one.”

Turning around with the plates in hand, she wrinkled her nose. “Do you have to call me that?”

“Yes. Like the shoes, it’s a good way to remind you of your role as my Little girl.”

“I thought you might say that,” she said with a sigh as she set the table.

Inspiration struck and he placed the pizza on the table and took her hand. “Come with me.”

Leading her over to the charts he’d hung on the wall, he gestured to her “Good Girl” chart. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can earn and keep five Good Girl magnets every day for a week, your reward can be one Big Girl day. You can wear whatever you like, and I’ll take you to a Big Girl activity of your choice. How’s that sound?”

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