Page 35 of Motivating Mira
Flustered, she jumped up and down on alternating feet. “Uh, uh, uh, the…” She looked at me, her forehead wrinkled in the most adorable way. “Can I say hand?”
I smiled. “Hand is acceptable. Is that your choice?”
“I don’t know. Why can’t we just use the dice? I can roll them, and they’ll pick the implement, count, and position.”
“Because that teaches you nothing. And they don’t make dice for all life’s decisions.”
“Yes, they do. It’s called a Magic 8 Ball.” She gave me a tiny grin. One that had me holding back my own smile because she was so damn cute.
“Girlie.” I looked at my watch again while she looked back at the display of implements set out on the coffee table. “Less than thirty seconds, Mira.”
“Okay, okay.”
I could practically see the steam billowing out of her ears. I’d never met someone with such an aversion to making decisions in my life. Lots of subs didn’t enjoy picking implements though.
“Ten seconds.”
“Gah! Okay, hand.”
“And position?” I kept my eye on my watch.
“Uh. OTK, but maybe not hand then… I don’t know!”
“Out of time, Mira.”
“No,” she said, looking panic stricken.
“Yup. Come here.”
She came to me, despite the frown on her face. I cupped her chin in my hand. “We’re going to keep doing this, honey. Because decision making is important.” I released her chin, taking her wrist instead and moved us to the bedroom.
“Over the bed, girlie.”
She swallowed hard, her face worried as she eyed the paddle in my hand.
“Now, Mira.”
She leaned across the bed. “I should have just stuck with choosing your hand.”
“And why didn’t you?”
“Because sometimes I need more.”
I laughed. “Well, isn’t not enough better than too much?” But I knew the answer.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “No. It’ll leave me wanting more and then I won’t be able to think about anything else.”
“You can always ask for more.”
“Asking for more is hard, plus it bursts the bubble.”
I knew the bubble she spoke of. And it put things back in her control.
I lifted her skirt laying it up over her lower back. Giving her bottom a dirty squeeze, I leaned closer to her ear. “Or you could trust that Daddy knows when you need more.”
She buried her face into the covers. “I should know that. You always do.”
I smiled, stood upright and gave her thick bottom cheeks one last massage.
