Page 137 of Daddy, Sir

“…So then we played with Cassandra’s dolls. Do you know how many dolls she has? It was so much fun. I can’t complain about my childhood. I was very lucky that my grandparents took me and my father in and helped raise me, but they were older, and they didn’t exactly shower me with toys.”

I can’t stop smiling as I glance at her. “Sounds like we need to get you more toys, then.”

She shakes her head. “No. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. I was just saying Cassandra has a lot. We played some games. We had a pretend tea party. We laughed and talked. It was so fun! Can we do it again sometime?”

“Of course, babygirl. Soon, I’ll take you to Surrender. You can meet Lucy. She and her husband, Roman, own the club. Lucy is a gem when it comes to helping new Littles make new friends.”

Naomi beams. “I think I might like that, especially if Cassandra and Amber are there.” She leans toward me, eyes wide. “Do you have any idea how naughty those two can be?”

I chuckle. “Yes, babygirl. I’m well aware. I hope you didn’t take notes and make plans to start misbehaving.”

Naomi giggles, and I have my answer. She’s plotting.

I can’t keep a straight face. “You might want to consider the ramifications before you become devious.”

“Both Amber and Cassandra enjoy getting spanked. I’m still not sure why anyone would, but you said you would spank me when we get home, so I can see what it’s like. Will you still?” She’s bouncing in her seat as though she’s asking me if we can still have ice cream.

“Yes, babygirl. I will spank you. Then you’ll know.” A whole new world is going to open up for us this evening. There are no guarantees, but I suspect she will enjoy having her bottom swatted until it’s hot pink. I’m equally certain she will like having her pussy filled afterward.

“I want to do all the things so I can write about them firsthand,” she declares. “Will you show me all the things and demonstrate them?”

I laugh. “By all the things, do you mean paddles and floggers? Those kinds of things?”

“Yes, and a belt. I should know what it feels like for you to use a belt on me. Not just the act itself, but the entire scene where I do something naughty, and then I watch while you slowly pull your belt off and bend it in half before slapping your opposite palm, making me squirm.” She’s so exuberant. It’s adorable.

“We’ll see, babygirl. Not every Little likes to have their bottom peppered with other instruments. Even if you like being spanked, you might not care for the feel of a paddle or a belt. Those can hurt.”

“But you’ll show me, right? At least once?”

I glance at her. She hasn’t worked since she arrived last week, but I know that before her father died, she was working on a novel. She has been for a long time. “Is your book about a Daddy and a Little girl?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s just a regular contemporary romance, but it lacks spice. I think I’ll set it aside and write what I know. What I feel. I want to write about Littles instead. I want the books to sound authentic. You’ll help me, right?”

I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. “I can’t help you write. I don’t have that kind of talent. But I can show you what it feels like to have your bottom lit up with welts if you so desire. I can also put you in timeouts or make you sit and write lines. For research purposes, of course.” I wink at her.

“Silly Daddy.”

All the oxygen leaves the car as soon as those words leave her mouth. Thank goodness I’m stopped at a stoplight or I might have run into the car in front of me.

I twist to look at her. “Say it again.”

Her cheeks pinken as she gives me a sweet smile. “Daddy.”

Fuck, I like that. I like it a lot. “Are you going to call me Daddy now instead of Sir?”

She shrugs. “Maybe both. Daddy, Sir.” She giggles. “I mean, youarelike a drill sergeant sometimes. Sir fits you.”

My body shakes with my repressed laughter. I don’t say anything. I’m so fucking happy I could burst. I can’t believe I spent years avoiding Naomi because my feelings for her seemed so inappropriate. It’s possible I would never have put myself in the same room as her ever again if circumstances hadn’t made it necessary.

I hate that Ricardo is gone. I will always miss him. I hope he’s not furious with me from wherever he’s looking down on us. I want the best for Naomi. I always have, and I’ve come to realizeI’mthe best for Naomi. She’s certainly the best for me.

My girl will never want for anything. I will protect her and love her until I reach my deathbed. I will encourage her to hone her skills and write the next best-selling novel so that she has a career she can call her own. Though I want to give her the freedom to be Little as often as she wants, especially in our home, I also want her to feel self-sufficient and proud of herself.

Naomi is mine. She’s been mine for several years, but I’m going to fully claim her in every way tonight and never let her go.

Chapter Eight

Naomi

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