Page 71 of Spoiling Lillian
He lifts a brow. “You sure? I think you’re fibbing. Maybe you need to be disciplined before you join your friends. Seems like you forgot all about me.”
I giggle and shake my head again. “I would never forget about you, Daddy. Promise. Please, can I go play?”
When we’re at home, I’m still wishy washy about age play. I dress kind of young, but not usually in something I couldn’t also wear in public. We’ve experimented with discipline, but it’s not working for me. He can’t spank me. He can’t edge me without letting me come. He can stand me in timeout, but that’s almost the same as edging. The entire time I’m in the corner, all I can think about is his gaze on me. I might as well be restrained.
I’m embarrassingly sensitive to the tone of his voice when he goes full Daddy Dom on me. We discussed this at home last night and decided he won’t dominate me hard while we’re at the club. I’m not ready to expose myself to others by having an orgasm in public, nor do I wish to slide into a deep subspace in front of anyone. Maybe someday in the future, but not yet.
Disciplining me would mean me writing sentences or something similarly tedious. I might end up doing such a thing if I get swept into naughty shenanigans with other Littles, but it won’t do anything other than make me feel included, which in and of itself might be important.
“Give me a kiss, sweet girl.”
I grab my Daddy’s neck and bring my lips to his.
He still doesn’t set me on my feet, but I don’t argue when he starts repeating things I already know. He’s worried about me. I won’t be insensitive to his concerns.
“I’ve spoken to Roman, the club owner. He’ll be in the daycare this evening, keeping an eye on you.”
“I know, Daddy.” I try not to sound sassy.
“Lucy, Roman’s wife, is looking forward to meeting you. I suspect there will be naughty plots, and that’s okay. Roman won’t impose any other punishment besides writing lines.”
I nod. “Okay, Daddy.”
“If you need anything at all, you ask Roman, got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I play with the back of his hair. “And you’ll go do your sadist stuff while I’m playing, right?”
He chuckles. “Yes, sweet girl. If at any point, you decide you’d like to come watch, please tell Roman, Camden, or Jameson. They’ll all be around. One of them can escort you. I don’t want you to wander the club alone, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.” It’s not a rule that Littles can’t leave the daycare. After all, we’re all grown adults, and many of the Littles come to the club alone with no caregiver. Obviously, they can come and go as they please.
The reason Bryson has imposed this rule has nothing to do with me being Little and everything to do with me being so new to BDSM. He wants to be the one to introduce me to various apparatus and kinks. The only thing he’s willing to bend on is if I decide to watch him in particular.
He kisses me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.” I squirm so he’ll put me down. My head is in Little space. I’m feeling a bit naughty.
He sets me on my feet, opens the gate, and pats my bottom. “Have fun.”
I turn and blow him a kiss before I rush over to join Simone and Natasha. They’re speaking to another woman who smiles broadly and gives me a big hug when I arrive.
“I’m Lucy. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Oh. It’s so nice to meet you.”
She points over her shoulder. “That gruff-looking man in the suit over there is my Daddy, Roman. Don’t let his expression fool you. He’s a teddy bear on the inside. He just likes to play the role of firm Daddy when he’s in the daycare.”
Simone giggles. “He plays the role of firm Daddy all the time.”
Lucy shrugs. “Okay. Most of the time. What do you guys want to do tonight? Play games? Color? Work on a puzzle?”
As Simone pulls me toward the play area, I glance toward the entrance to the daycare. Bryson is no longer there, which hopefully means he’s gone to do his own thing.
I have nerves. No denying that. But I trust him, and I want him to get his fix. If he can’t, we’ll never work out. He’ll eventually get fidgety from not being true to himself.
“Are you worried about Bryson?” Simone whispers in my ear.
I shake my head and smile. “Nope. I was just looking to make sure he wasn’t hovering.”
