Page 10 of Protecting Little Phoebe

Yeah. That was her dream. A gorgeous, stern, sexy Daddy who liked to spank.

Phoebe’s bottom tingled just thinking about going over his knee.

Quit it. You don’t even know if he is a Daddy. But he knows that you’re a Little.

Phoebe wasn’t sure if she should be concerned or not that he’d figured her out so easily. Maybe she should work on her mysteriousness… wait, was that a word? Yep, she thought it was.

And maybe he is a Daddy and that’s how he knows what you are.

“You shouldn’t be wearing those boots,” he grumbled. “If you were mine, they’d go straight into the trash can.”

“Hey! These are great boots. Look, they have pearls inset into the heels. And they’re red. And sparkly. You can’t get better than red and sparkly. And the pearls add class. It’s a great combo.”

“But you can’t walk in them.”

“That’s hardly the point.” Didn’t he get it? They were pretty.

“Uh, you need to be able to walk in your footwear. That’s the point of them. To support your feet.”

“That sounds a bit boring. Maybe my boots don’t want to be supportive. Perhaps they want to be… the star!” she sang the last two words while putting her hands up into the air.

“Footwear can be pretty and not twist your ankles,” he told her.

Hmm. Maybe.

“How did you know?” she whispered, circling back to what he’d said before. About her being a Little.

He stared down at her intently. “I am sorry if I upset you.”

“More like you caught me by surprise,” she told him. “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say obvious. Would you be less worried if I told you that I’ve just come from Rawhide Ranch?”

Relief filled her. That did make her feel better. “So, um, are you a Dom?”

“I’m a Daddy Dom,” he told her.

“And that’s how you knew I was a Little?”

“I suppose it is. Especially when you said you’re going to Rawhide Ranch. Are you going there to attend the University?”

“What? No. I’m just going for a holiday. I might stay a week, maybe two.”

“You don’t have a job to get back to?”

“I’m between jobs. So is it far?”

“It’s about an hour away.”

She sighed. “Bummer. Is there a town nearby where I could get Cherry fixed?”

“Yeah, there’s Porter’s Corner. I’m sure there’s a mechanic there. Did it make any funny noises? Did any lights come on?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Yeah, what?” he asked, looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, to both of those things. A light came on the dashboard and then it made a strange noise, and I pulled it to the side of the road and turned it off. Then when I tried to turn it on again… it just wouldn’t.”

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