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“I’d like that if Daddy says it’s okay,” Emilee said, looking at Arrow.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Arrow replied. “Come on, Kitten. Time to go home.”

Arrow revved the engine of his motorcycle, the low rumble vibrating through him as he trailed behind Emilee’s car. She was driving one of Savage’s vehicles while hers was in the shop. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the road, but all he could think about was the playful glint in Emilee’s eyes as she ran from him, following Trinity up the stairs. He’d held his breath, hoping she wouldn’t fall as she sprinted up them, taking two at a time. Trinity had been up to her usual mischief, hiding her green beans in the dog’s dish while sneaking dessert, but this time brought Emilee along with her. He chuckled to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting. It was a minor act of rebellion, but more than that, it was a sign that she felt comfortable enough with Trinity and around the club to let loose.

He wasn’t angry with her. It took a lot to make him angry. Disloyalty, lying and intentionally putting herself in harm’s way would do it. Being mischievous with another little? No, he wasn’t angry. He let himself smile, knowing he would have to play the part when they got home. She was damn cute apologizing to Tater and accepting she would go the next full week with no sweets as her punishment for sneaking a brownie and ice cream without eating her green beans first.

Daddy Dom little girl relationships were built on more than just chemistry and connection; it was a dance of balancing discipline and protection with affection and nurturing, a framework that allowed them both to thrive. As her Daddy, it was his responsibility to be consistent with the boundaries. She needed them and he needed to be the one to give them to her.

He parked and swung his leg off the bike, feeling the familiar rush of anticipation. Tonight, he needed to talk to her about her behavior at The Clubhouse. The way she’d felt safe enough to escape from her adult world to play with Trinity was adorablebut needed guidance. It was this balance—between nurturing and authority—that made their bond so profound.

In their dynamic, surrender wasn’t just about yielding control; it was about peeling away layers of adulthood, allowing her to regress to a space where she could let go of all logic and responsibility. She’d trust him to keep her safe while she explored those intimate, emotional territories. It required immense respect and faith in him as her Daddy. Faith that included his correcting her when she was naughty. He suspected some of her naughtiness, like Trinity’s was out of the need to be reeled back in, the desire to experience what it meant to be owned by someone who always put your needs above their own and was strong enough to push back when you disobeyed.

As he stepped toward the front door, his heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead. He was excited, not just for the conversation but for the chance to strengthen the bond they shared. He entered the house behind her, a smile creeping across his face as he remembered the look on hers when Tater decided the girls had to go a week without dessert. It was a perfect punishment for their shenanigans.

Arrow studied Emilee's face carefully, his eyes searching hers. “Now, Kitten, I want you to tell me exactly what is going on with you today. Is Daddy not giving you enough attention this week?”

Emilee squirmed in her seat, her gaze dropping to her lap. “You are, Daddy. I just…”

“You just what, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know if I can describe it.”

“Can you try?”

“I have all these thoughts in my head and I don’t like them.”

“Thoughts? Can you tell me more?”

“Like, what happens when you decide you are done with me? Everyone gets done with me at some point, even people who saythey are my best friends abandon me and trust other people over me. I thought Catie knew me better and knew I’d not abandon her, but even she believed I left her. You’ve known me less than a week and I’m supposed to believe you won’t leave me?”

“I won’t leave you. My intuition has never, not one time led me astray. It’s telling me now that you belong to me, Emilee. I believe you when you tell me what happened and I’m sorry Catie didn’t. I’m not Catie. I’m not going anywhere. The only way I can prove that to you is by staying. I’ll be here tomorrow when you wake up and the next day.”

“What about when I mess up?”

“We will deal with it as it comes along. Did I not spank you tonight when you disobeyed me?”

“I don’t mean when little me messes up, I mean when adult me messes up.”

“Let’s talk through what you are saying,” Arrow said. “In this relationship, I am the head of the house. I’m the head when you are in little headspace and when you are in adult headspace. The rules are the same no matter what is going on, and the consequences are as well. I don’t turn on and off being your Daddy. You might not always want to be in little space, and that is okay, but the rules remain. Respect, safety, and responsibility are non-negotiable.”

“I hope you wouldn’t behave like that, but, if you did, we would take a time out, end the conversation and cool off. I would send you to your room for a breather. After we’d both calmed down, we’d talk it through, and you would be punished.”

“You wouldn’t leave me?”

“You might wish me to leave after I am done punishing your asshole.”

“My… asshole?”

“Yes. Big girl punishments differ greatly from little girl ones. I will never fuck your ass while you are in little headspace.Throw something at me in big girl headspace and you might find yourself bent over the couch, having your ass fucked, filled with cum and plugged. After an hour or so holding my cum in your sore ass, you might change your mind about throwing things out of anger.”

He watched her carefully; she swallowed hard, but her nipples were pebbling and were clearly visible through her shirt. His words turned her on as well as terrified her. She truly was perfect for him.

“You’d do that?”

“Absolutely. I’ll always give you exactly what you need, Kitten. If you need to snuggle and watch cartoons while in your little headspace, I’m here for you. If you need me to chase you around the house, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk, I’ll do that too. When you need a stress relief spanking, I’ll slowly spank your butt until you’ve released every ounce of tension in your body, and I’ll hold you while you sob. I will take care of you and support you. I’m here to celebrate every one of your victories, praise you for being the good girl you are, while also leave you sorry and sobbing after being a very naughty girl.”

“I don’t know what to say. I guess I’ve spent so long chasing fantasies. I didn’t think any of them would ever come true, you know? Who can live this lifestyle 24/7 and not get burned out? I love being a little. It’s not possible to be a little always. I have to go to work. I have responsibilities. Coming home to you and being able to release all of it and give into the regression I love so much is incredibly freeing. I worry it’s too good to be true and not maintainable.”

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