Page 220 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Well, maybe I could just take a time out and think about it. Or maybe I can write an ‘I’m sorry’ letter to Miss Price. She’s the teacher in the Butterflies and that's where we were painting, or maybe?—”

“Ripley…” Cade’s tone was sharp, but not cruel. Just enough to get my attention and stop me from saying whatever I was going to say next.

I snapped my mouth shut.

“Who is the Daddy and who is the naughty Little girl in this situation?”

“I’m not naughty. I just got a little carried away, that’s all.” I blinked up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“That’s what happens with Little girls sometimes. That’s why they need a Daddy to help keep them on the straight and narrow, right? What else are we good for?” He tapped my nose.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a Daddy long enough to find out.”

“That’s fair. Well, let’s get the rest of this paint off you, then you can have a nice pre-lunch spanking, and then we can continue our conversation. How about that?”

“Or we could skip the spanking!” I suggested with all the excitement I could muster, trying to make it sound like it was the best idea anyone had ever idea’d.

“We could. But we are not going to. Daddy is going to spank your naughty bottom for the paint mess, but also so that we can start establishing our new roles. I want to be the Daddy to your Little side. I want to be the Dom to your submissive side. I want to be everything you want, and everything you need, because you’re already those things for me.”

My eyes teared up at his beautiful words, and suddenly I did care that I was going to get my bottom roasted. On the contrary, I wanted it. I wanted everything Cade had to offer. There was so much emotion in my throat I couldn’t get any words out, so I settled for a nod.

“Why don’t we try ‘Yes, Daddy’ on for size, shall we?”

Apparently the nod wasn’t going to suffice. I swallowed hard, trying to make it possible to speak. “Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl. Thank you.”

I stayed silent while he finished washing my body, then turned to my hair. He gave gentle instructions, and I followed without hesitation. Being taken care of in such a pure yet intimate way was like a dream come true.

If I had it my way, I would never wash my own hair again.

And his words. His proclamation. It all just kept replaying in my mind. My heart was so full, and by the time I found myself over his knee, still damp from my bath, I was as pliable as a ball of clay.

“Why are you over Daddy’s knee, little girl?” he asked, rudely pushing me out of my calm, peaceful, floaty space.

Why was I over his knee again? My brain was so clear of clutter that I could barely remember my own name, let alone answer his ridiculously difficult questions.

I stayed silent because anything I could think to say just didn’t feel right. Daddy rubbed my back gently, making me relax even more.

“Are you here with me, little Rip?”

“Mmm-mmm” I shook my head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Come on, up you go.” He helped me up into his lap and I happily snuggled in.

“I can’t spank you when you’re like this. I don’t think it’s a good idea, nor will it have the desired effect.”

“K.” I yawned.

“You’ve had a late night and a big morning. Maybe what Daddy’s Little girl really needs is a nap.”

A nap sounded divine. “Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes.

Nothing else was said. Cade lifted me and climbed into my bed with me still attached. Once I felt the blanket close me and Daddy into the perfect cocoon, I let myself drift off to sleep.

It wasn’t a long nap, but I woke feeling famished. Worse than that though, I woke up alone. Sitting up in bed, I looked around, trying to get my bearings.

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

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