Page 130 of Daddy, Sir

I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He leans forward, dropping his crossed leg and setting his elbows on his knees. “You said you’d like me to help you. I assume that’s a request for some Daddying and guidance.”

I inhale deeply. “Yes, Sir.”

Please don’t let this backfire on me.

“I suspect you’re tired. The last month has been difficult. You haven’t slept enough, nor have you eaten properly.”

I purse my lips. They’re trembling. If I speak, I will cry.

“How about if you let me take over for a while? A trial basis. It will give you a chance to catch your breath, get rested, put some weight on. No worrying about money or work or anything else. Lean on me as your Daddy. I bet you’ll feel like a new person ready to face the world in a week.”

I hold the sippy cup with my shaky hand and wipe away the tears with my other. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur.

“I can tell you’re submissive and eager to please me. I won’t go easy on you. You need boundaries and a firm hand. You need rules and guidance. I’d bet my last dollar you’ll thrive in that environment.”

“Yes, Sir,” I barely whisper.

“Drink your smoothie, babygirl. I’ll talk. You listen.”

I lift the cup to my mouth.

“Two hands, Naomi,” he commands.

His tone and words are so authoritative that I wouldn’t dare disobey him. I quickly grab the cup with my other hand and use both to take a sip. The smoothie is delicious, and I moan softly around the flavor.

“Good girl. Keep drinking.”

Every time he calls me his good girl, my heart flutters and my pussy clenches.

He leans back again, relaxed as far as I can tell. He’s so dominant that it oozes off him in waves, filling the room, demanding my compliance.

I take another long drink of my smoothie, not wanting him to have to remind me again.

“I’ve taken this week off work,” he begins, “so I’ll be here with you all the time. I’ll cook your meals, and I expect you to eat what I prepare. If there are foods you truly hate, let me know, and I won’t make them.”

“I’m not picky,” I tell him.

“All food stays at the table until I say otherwise. You may have sippy cups in the living room or your bedroom.”

He’s so intense. I’m shaking. A strange hollowness in my tummy is filling, not just from the smoothie but from the missing pieces I’ve craved for so long.

“I want you to really let yourself live in the role to get every benefit, so I’m going to insist you follow rules suitable for someone about four.”

I shiver. I can’t know for sure what age I might enjoy best since I’ve never had an opportunity to explore deeply, but four would have been my guess. Can he sense that?

“No touching the stove or the oven. No knives. No climbing onto chairs to reach things. No opening the front door without permission. No running in the house. No cussing. No yelling. I won’t tolerate sassy or bratty behavior.”

I can hardly swallow the mouthful of smoothie, but I finally manage.

“How much experience do you have visiting kink communities or clubs, Naomi?”

“I belonged to a club near my college campus. I went there a few times a month.”

“Did you experiment with Daddies?”

I shake my head. “No. I was too scared to put myself out there.”

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