Page 34 of Learning Little Lizzie

“I’m a firm believer that good Little girls should be rewarded as often as possible to help build good habits. Besides, the more opportunities you have to get stars, the easier it will be for you to earn a Big Girl Day.”

“You want me to earn a Big Girl Day?”

“I want you to have goals you’re excited about, and you seemed very excited about your Big Girl Day.”

“I am. Thanks,” she added, her tone both grateful and confused.

“You’re welcome, little one. Ready for pizza?”

“Oh, um. Shouldn’t I lose a star? I broke the naughty word rule three times.”

Pride welled in his chest. “That’s true… but I think maybe we can let you keep your star, just this once. You had a hard day, and I don’t think that’s a rule you’ll be breaking again soon, is it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good.” Cupping her face, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Daddy’s very proud of you, Eliza. I know today was hard and we had some pretty big speed bumps. But you took your punishments, and now we can start fresh again tomorrow.”

Pure pleasure lit her eyes. “Thanks. I’m sorry I was so naughty today. I would say I really don’t mean to be but, well, most of the time I do it on purpose.”

God, she was adorable, with her eyes still red and watering and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. It was too tempting of a package, and he found himself leaning in, his gaze locked on those pouty lips of hers before he realized what he was doing.

Clearing his throat, he released her and nudged her toward the table. He poured them each a small glass of soda and served up their pizza before taking his spot across from her. “Why do you think you do naughty things on purpose?”

Apparently giving the question some serious thought, she scrunched up her nose as she chewed and swallowed her first bite of pizza. “Usually it’s because I think the rules don’t make any sense. And if they don’t make any sense, well, why should I have to follow them?”

“What kind of rules?”

“Well, the shoes are an obvious example. But like, when I lived in the dorms we had lots of rules about keeping our rooms clean and lights out by a certain time. Rules like that make sense for the Littles but c’mon. We’re all adults here at the University.”

“You’re adults, but also submissives. And most submissives thrive with some kind of structure and discipline.”

“I guess. Sometimes it just feels so arbitrary, you know?”

“I can see how it might feel that way. Are there any other reasons?”

She grinned, and he wondered if she knew how fucking potent her smile was. “Sometimes I just like being in trouble.”

“What do you like about it?”

“I don’t know, really. The adrenaline rush, I guess. Like, a scene in the Dungeon is great for a little stress relief but nothing beats the thrill of knowing you’ve done something naughty and waiting to see if you get caught. And then you do and your heart is just racing while you wait for your punishment.”

“Did you feel that way about your punishments tonight?”

“No, Doctor Eaton, I did not.” She stuck her tongue out at him, then burst into giggles. “Tonight was just awful all the way around.”

“What do you think made it different?”

“Seriously, are you hiding a psychology degree somewhere?” Taking another bite of pizza, she did that same little nose scrunch she’d done before when she’d been seriously thinking about his question. “I think it’s because I wasn’t in control. Usually when I break the rules I mean to break them. Today I just felt totally out of control of everything, even my own emotions and reactions.”

“You meant to break the rule about your shoes,” he pointed out.

“I did but… I did that because I was mad. I dunno, I can’t really explain but it just felt different. I felt kinda yucky about it the whole time I was wearing them.”

Interesting. “And now? Do you still feel yucky?”

She frowned. “Actually… no. I feel lighter, I guess? Kinda how I’ve always heard the other submissives talk about how they feel after a punishment. I don’t usually feel so yucky beforehand, so I’ve never had that ‘Everything has been forgiven’ feeling afterward, if that makes sense.”

“It does. Thank you for being honest with me. I’m afraid I have a few more questions.”

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