Page 12 of My Young Rebel Daddy

There’s no way I’ll be able to lie to Jason if and when he does ask me, so I figure I’ll just embrace the truth and ready my tushy for a good old-fashioned spanking – there’s plenty worse things in the world!

Wait, is this Jason now?

I pick up my phone and see that he wants to meet me for an early morning juice. I’m totally into it – and judging from how soon he wants to meet, I think I might just have to shower and change in world record time to make sure I’m not tardy.

I’m probably already looking at one spanking for my naughty bedtime fun, I don’t want it upgraded to a paddling!

‘Rosie, can you make the bed while I get showered?’ I giggle, giving my stuffie a quick squeeze before I rush to the shower. ‘Don’t worry about it! I’ll do it when I get home!’

As I run into the bathroom and put the shower on, my mind is racing full of possibilities.

I just love the fact that Jason wants to meet me again so soon.

He’s keen, and he’s not shy about showing it – I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about him playing any kind of games with me.

Jason’s a real Daddy.

He’s young, hardworking, and wants to settle down with a Little… and best of all, I just know he wants me forme, it’s nothing to do with my money.

I can’t wait to get to know Jason better, but before I do that I need to get all soapy and fresh before moving my big booty down to the bay area for fresh juice and maybe even a cupcake too!

Chapter 4

Jason

‘Damn it feels good to be alive,’ I say, unable to stop smiling as I walk down the street toward the juice bar. ‘What a freakin’ awesome morning.’

People passing me on the street might think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.

The sun is up, there’s a slight breeze, and I’m all smiles.

It would have been so tempting to take things further with Nick last night – and God knows I wascloseto letting my dick do the thinking.

But something held me back.

I could see that the boy was nervous, that this wasn’t his normal thing.

And the truth is that I’m not really a hook-up Daddy either.

I want a real connection, something that’s going to last longer than a few hours and an awkward exit when the party’s over.

I take a turn and walk down the steps toward the café’s entrance. It’s right on the beach front and I’ve hung out here before.

Trust me, I know juice – so when I say that this place is the best, you can take it from me that’s it’s good.

‘Usual?’ Jack says, flashing me a smile from behind the service counter.

‘I’ll hang back a moment,’ I reply, looking around and seeing that I’ve arrived before the boy. ‘I’ll take a seat outside while I wait.’

‘No problem,’ Jack says, giving me a knowing look.

Jack’s a Daddy too, and I figure he knows I’m here on a date.

Jack hasn’t got his own boy at the moment. A few months ago me and the other Daddies had to rally around him as he went through a tough breakup – I’m talking late nights, too much tequila, and the juice bar not opening up on time kinda breaking up.

But Jack’s back on form now, and with a chiseled jaw and abs sent from heaven, I don’t think Jack’s going to be single for too long.

Anyway…

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