Page 74 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

Her eyes were still trained on him as he pulled back and started to unravel the rope right in front of her.

She knew what was coming next and she didn't know if she was prepared for it or not. Part of her deep down in this moment knew that it was going to help her calm down.

It had in the past and she had no doubt it would now.

But in the past it had also made her vulnerable. Hedda was already in a vulnerable state and she didn't know if she wanted to be even more vulnerable.

Tears formed in her eyes and she blinked several times, trying to get rid of them. She wanted to be able to keep her eyes on Daddy and Papa. Make sure they didn't do anything else but what they said.

"It's okay to cry," Papa said. "We're here for you."

She clenched her jaw and watched as Daddy grabbed her arm again.

"No," she mumbled weakly and tried to tug her arm.

"I'm going to start to wrap this around your arm," Daddy said. "I want you to feel the rope and help it ground you."

She shook her head. What if it had the opposite effect on her?

"Daddy always has scissors with him when he has his ropes. If you need them off you just say your safeword and he'll cut them off," Papa said.

Daddy started to wrap it around her arm. "I want you to think of this rope as us. It's here to protect you and ground you."

She stared at his hands as he continued to make a design on her arm. The rope was tight but she knew it wasn't tight enough to cut any circulation off of her arm.

"You're okay," Papa said.

"Do you feel that?" Daddy asked. "Do you feel the rope on your arm?"

She stared at the rope around her arm and shook her head. She didn't feel anything.

"That's okay," Daddy gently said. "How about you take a deep breath in and let it out."

Hedda shook her head again and tried to tug her arm free, but Daddy held onto it.

"You're doing amazing," he encouraged her. "Can you take in a deep breath for Daddy?"

"Can you look at Daddy?" Papa asked.

Her eyes darted towards Daddy, and he gave her a smile.

"Such a good girl," he said. "Ourgood girl."

Hedda's cheeks slightly pinked at being called their good girl. She loved the sound of it, and she wanted to be their good girl.

"Can you take a deep breath with me?" Daddy asked.

But Hedda knew it wasn't really a question. He was posing it as a question, but her Middle was starting to peek and knew it wasn't.

"Ready?" Daddy asked.

She nodded her head and watched as he started to take a deep breath in. Hedda followed suit and let it out when he did.

"Such a good girl," he praised her.

"Do you feel the ropes on your skin now?" Papa asked.

She looked back down at the ropes on her arm. Part of her could feel a little bit of it, but the other part couldn't.

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