Page 52 of Learning Little Lizzie

“What do you mean?”

“I called Red! I couldn’t do it! I’m a failure!”

So many things about his sweet Little girl clicked into place with that single statement. “Oh, baby. You didn’t let me down. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m so fucking proud of you for using your safe word.”

“What?” Pulling away, she stared up at him, confusion filling her watery eyes. Her face was blotchy from crying and her mascara had smeared across her cheeks.

And he thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

“I’m proud of you. You did such a good job, setting a new boundary.” Cupping her face, he swiped at her tears with his thumbs as he rained kisses over her forehead and cheeks. “My beautiful, sweet, smart girl.”

“You’re… proud of me? For failing?”

“Using your safe word isn’t a failure, baby. It’s recognizing your limits and honoring them. And yes, baby, I’m proud of you. I could not be more proud of you than I am in this very moment.”

Sniffling pitifully, she scrubbed at her eyes, further smearing her mascara. “It feels like failing.”

“It’s not. It’s the farthest thing from a failure. I pushed you too hard and you stood up for yourself. In fact, I think my good girl deserves a reward.”

Because he believed in positive reinforcement, he slipped a hand between her thighs as he praised her. Eliza arched up, her sobs turning to gasps of pleasure as he stroked her clit. “My good girl. Setting limits and using her safe word to tell her Daddy what she needs. I’m so proud of you, Lizzie baby. Daddy’s going to make you come over and over until you believe every word of what I’m saying. Do you believe me, baby?”

“I don’t know. Oh!” Head thrown back, she rocked her hips against his hand. “Daddy, please!”

“Fuck, baby.” Dropping his forehead to hers, he drove her even more ruthlessly toward her first orgasm. “Say it again. Who am I, Lizzie? Who am I?”

“Daddy. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she chanted as he rolled his fingers over her swollen clit. “Daddy!”

The orgasm shook her, left her gasping and trembling in his arms. And still he wanted more. “That’s right, baby. I’m your Daddy. And your Daddy would never, ever lie to you. So when I say you’re a good girl for using your safe word, what does that mean?”

She whined and squirmed under him as he continued playing with her now-soaked pussy. “It-it means I’m a good girl.”

“Do you believe me yet, baby?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Another orgasm for my good girl, then. Until she believes everything her Daddy tells her.”

The pleasure he was forcing on her was so at odds with what she felt she deserved, it made her head swim.

How could she be a good girl when she hadn’t done what he’d told her to? When she’d chickened out of her punishment and forced him to dismiss his class early?

When she’d so spectacularly and utterly failed him?

But here he was, not only granting her orgasm after orgasm but insisting on her pleasure, all while showering her with words of praise that contradicted everything she thought she knew. As another wave of pleasure crashed over her, she cried out for him, clinging desperately to her sanity as she tried to make sense of what he was saying.

“Look at me, Lizzie baby. That’s a good girl,” he praised in that low, rough voice when she pried her eyes open to stare up into his stormy eyes. “Do you believe me yet?”

“I want to,” she whispered, tears slipping from her eyes. “I don’t know how.”

“Has Daddy ever lied to you?”

“No.” That honor was reserved for her, and her stomach still clenched thinking of it. “Never.”

“So if I’ve never lied to you before, why would I be lying now?”

Pleasure so intense it was pain speared her as his clever fingers rolled over her aching clit yet again. “I-I don’t know!”

“Silly girl.” Chuckling softly, he brushed a kiss over her lips. “The answer is, I’m not lying. Because Daddy would never lie to you, Lizzie.”

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