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“Like bedtime, no cursing, no running inside, not using knives in the kitchen, no touching your pussy without my permission.” He heard her small gasp and smiled. “Some rules are for Daddies and some rules are for littles.”

“Do you get punished when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I hold myself responsible and if one of my brothers think I’m doing something wrong, they will tell me. All of us here want what is best for each other. We don’t hesitate to hold each other accountable and to a high standard.”

“I see,” she said. Why did she sound… sad? “And what kind of punishments do you give your little for breaking the rules?”

He shifted her onto his right knee and reached up, grasping her chin. “Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad.” She denied it but he wasn’t convinced.

“No lying,” he told her.

“If I’m sad it’s because I know I’ll never have such a thing.”

“Such a thing? You mean a Daddy?”

“Not like what you’ve described.”

“What makes you say that sweetheart?”

“I know love is conditional. Once he… I mean, once I… mess up badly enough, he wouldn’t want me anymore.”

Who had hurt her? Was it her ex? What kind of monster made her feel those things? He could tell she believed her words. “My love isn’t conditional; littles are supposed to mess up. There are very few things that would cause me to reconsider a relationship with my girl. Cheating on me with another man or intentionally hurting someone I love. I already know you aren’t the type of woman to cheat on your man or to hurt anyone else.”

“How? How do you know that?”

“My gut. It’s never been wrong. Now, to answer your other question, I am a punishment fits the crime type of Daddy. If you say, get dehydrated because you aren’t drinking your water, then you won’t be allowed to drink anything but water for a set amount of time. If you curse, you will find yourself with a mouth full of soapy bubbles until it’s nice and clean. Of course, there’s spankings, corner time, early bedtime, being grounded–”

“That’s a lot!” she interrupted, with a slight pout.

“Not even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my discipline arsenal.” He let go of her chin and relaxed his hand on her upper thigh. “If you stay here, there are rules in this clubhouse that you will be expected to follow,” Savage said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “They exist for a reason—to keep everyone safe, to ensure respect, and to make sure thingsrun smoothly. You’re new, so I’m going to lay them out for you. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Good. First rule—safety is the priority. That means while you are staying here you are under our protection. None of our girls go anywhere alone, except for work, unless given permission. If you need to go somewhere, you tell someone. We look out for each other here. No exceptions.”

She nodded slowly, and he continued.

“Second—respect. That means you respect the other men here, the other women, and yourself. That includes how you speak. No cursing, no talking down about yourself, no gossiping or rumors and no arguing with the members. If someone corrects you, you listen. Understand me?”

She nodded again and he squeezed her knee. “Good girl. Third—responsibility. You take responsibility for your actions. If you break a rule, there will be consequences. No one is going to force you into anything, but if you choose to stay here, you will follow the expectations set for you.”

Savannah bit her lip. “And… what happens if I break a club rule?”

Savage’s lips twitched. “Depends on the rule, but discipline is a part of this dynamic, not only DDlg but part of being in a motorcycle club. We don’t let things slide, not when it comes to safety or respect. And discipline is handled by all the men here—not just by your Daddy, but by any of the men in charge. Each couple has their own negotiations. Some allow all the club members to spank their little, others only allow timeout and nonphysical punishment. We respect your boundaries and limits. Since you are going to be under my protection, if you are uncomfortable with anyone else physically disciplining you, that is fine. They can put you in the corner or send you to your room, and I can deal with any infractions that need more attention.Unless you are comfortable with all the men being able to pull you over their knee and spank your ass?”

She swallowed hard and violently shook her head no.

“Okay then. I’ll let them know no one is to physically correct you. Irish already explained that all the men here identify as Daddy Doms. Not all of them have littles, some prefer submissives, but the principle is the same. We take care of our own. We enforce the rules. And we look out for each other's women. No one here will ever call you names, scream at you or hurt you. You are safe here.”

Savannah fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. “So just by staying here I’m giving you permission to… correct me if I did something wrong? Even though you’re not my… Daddy?”

His dark eyes held hers. “If you stay here, you are under my protection. That means I’ll do whatever is necessary to make sure you’re safe, including correcting you when you step out of line. I will not kidnap you, Savannah. I want you here, where I know you will be safe. I have no doubt you will fit in with the other littles and you can find a home among us, but that is non-negotiable. To stay here, you must submit to the rules. Do you understand what I'm saying, little one?” Savage asked, his voice gentler now.

She hesitated, then finally nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending warmth through her chest. “I don’t expect you to get everything right at once. But I do expect you to try.”

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