Page 127 of Daddy's Naughty List

Of course she didn’t. She was not just submissive, but a Little submissive. As such, giving up control was one of her defining qualities of Littles. “Wanting Daddy to be in charge is a big part of being Little. And Daddies want to take charge so their Littles can be free to explore. Daddies are the boundary keepers. But they can’t keep the boundaries their Littles need if they don’t know where their Little’s personal boundaries exist. Having boundaries is not the same thing. And what if Daddy needs to use his safeword? Would you not want to know if you were doing something that hurt me?”

Tears welled in her eyes. His girl was so tender. “Of course I want to know. I never, ever want to hurt you.”

“I feel the same way. This isn’t about who has control. It’s about keeping each other safe. The closer we grow, the fewer and fewer times we’ll need to use our safewords. We’ll start slow and learn together. Okay?”

Her nod came much faster this time. “Okay.”

And that was his cue to set his Little straight about a few things. Holding her hand, he led her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her between his thighs. “Eyes to me, little girl.”

Her gaze lasered on him at his tone.

“Did you know that riding without your seatbelt was wrong?”

Her breathing sped up. She opened her mouth to speak, changed her mind, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

There it was. He’d never heard anything more beautiful than the word Daddy coming from her lips. He’d thank her properly later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Did you know it was illegal?”

A sniffle preceded a wobbly, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Have you been driving around without wearing your seatbelt frequently?”

Her lips had a definite tremble now. His girl had a soft heart. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

He hugged her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m proud of you, babygirl. Thank you for being honest with Daddy. Now, let me show you what happens to Little girls who refuse to guard their safety.”

Chapter Thirteen

Connor

Connor hadn’t known her eyes could get any wider, but they could, and did when she saw the wooden spoon he pulled from his back pocket. Her gaze followed the spoon as he placed it on the sofa cushion to his right. Her eyes deepened to the color of the ocean late in the evening as her pupils dilated. A red flush rose up her neck to paint her cheeks a lovely rose color.

Her hands trembled. He wanted her to be nervous but not fearful, so he gently took her hands in his and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each one, never taking his eyes off hers.

“I know you’re nervous. That’s to be expected. But trust that I’ll never harm you. I’m going to spank you, and it will hurt, but I’d sooner rip off my own arm than do anything that leaves bruises or even marks that don’t fade quickly.”

He wasn’t sure he helped the situation because her trembling increased. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. He was about to tell her he could give her lines instead when she spoke.

“I know you won’t hurt, well, harm me.”

Even though that was good to hear, he needed to get this over and done before she imagined herself into a panic attack. He reached for her waist, and she sucked in a breath as he unbuttoned her jeans. It rushed right back out as he took his time drawing down the zipper, running his finger down the soft skin of her abdomen as he went. He grazed the denim down her hips, catching the elastic band of her panties—red with large white snowflakes—and taking them down with her jeans.

She cried out when the top of her underwear touched the top of her mons. Grabbing his hand, she yelled, “Wait!”

“Not so loud, trouble. I can do this with girls asleep or awake. It’s up to you.” The pink flooding her cheeks intensified to a deep rose and he decided that would be the perfect color for her lower cheeks for this first spanking. “Now, what is the problem?”

He drew circles over her hips while waiting for her to explain. When she said nothing, he tugged her panties lower but stopped with the elastic resting just above her clit.

“We are going to discuss your attention to your personal safety, or lack of attention. It seems an impression needs to be made to help you remember how much your careless disregard of the rules of common sense could cost you and the people you love. We’re going to have this discussion with you over my knee while I spank your bare bottom.”

Without losing her eyes, he ran his finger along the elastic of her panties. She held back a moan by catching that plump bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. Eyes that shot back open when he brushed the tip of his finger over the already swollen nub of her clit.

“Oh! C-Connor!”

“Because this is your first spanking, I’ll offer you the one-time option of lowering your jeans and panties the rest of the way to your ankles once you’re over my knee. Would you like that?”

She nodded immediately.

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