Page 43 of Daddy Says

Jane watched, her mouth gaping open as Sawyer smiled and gave Sarah a small bow. “As crystal. I promise, I’ll do my best to make sure Jane is happier than she’s ever been in her life.”

“See that you do,” Sarah said sternly and then smiled and threw her arms around him. “I love this girl, so you better love her too!”

Leaving Sawyer to fend for himself, the two women chatted as they packed, Jane understanding just how much Sarah had believed she’d found her One because there had been a stack of boxes just waiting to be filled.

“I want you to know that I’ve never see you glow like this,” Sarah said, tucking the last stuffy into a box.

“I’m almost afraid to stop and think,” Jane admitted, sitting down on the bed. “What if I’m moving too fast? What if I’m not really what he wants? I mean, look at him, for God’s sake. He is just… just perfect.”

Sarah sat down beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. “What you don’t know is that you are just perfect too, Jane. I’ve never known anyone as sweet as you. You strive to please everyone but yourself. Tell me, are you happy right this minute?”

“Yes, I couldn’t be any happier,” Jane said and then giggled and squirmed. “Well, maybe a bit happier if I didn’t have this plug up my butt.”

Sarah squealed and the two fell back on the bed in a full-blown laughter attack. It was several minutes before either caught their breath. “Oh, God, you are just adorable,” Sarah finally said, sitting up and wiping at her eyes. “Dare I ask if the sex is as good as I think it is?”

“Now that couldn’t be better,” Jane said without hesitation. “Even the spankings didn’t make me wish I hadn’t met him. In fact, for some reason, they make me want to be his good girl, but I know that even if I’m not, he won’t do anything but spank me and then forgive me. It’s more than I ever dreamed of.”

“Then, you have your answer,” Sarah said. “Who gives a damn if it’s fast? People spend years waiting as if there is one sure-fire thing that will assure they’ll be happy with their partner. You don’t have to do that as you already know.”

Jane nodded and then gave her friend a long look. “But you want the same, well, maybe not the daddy part, but the rest. How do you know that Brian does too?”

Sarah grinned. “Remember how I said I was going out and not to wait up?”

“Yes, I figured you were just giving us some privacy.”

“Well, that’s true, but I also needed to answer that question. Brian took me to that club we kept talking about.”

Jane’s mouth dropped open. “You mean Silk?” At her nod, Jane lowered her voice. “How was it?”

“Fantastic,” Sarah said. “Let’s just say that I don’t need rent money, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be having a roomie.”

Giggling, Jane slapped her friend’s leg. “No wonder you want me out of here. You need my room!”

“Don’t be silly, girlfriend. Brian and I will share my room.” Looking around Jane’s old room, she smiled. “This just might become our own personal play space though. I can see a spanking bench where that desk is, perhaps a set of stocks by the closet. A rack on the wall for canes, hooks for paddles and whips…”

Jane slapped her hands over her mouth to hold back her giggles, but failed miserably. The two women hugged, each happy for the other. “We can get together and compare notes,” Jane suggested. “I’m still discovering there is so much those books don’t tell you.”

“That’s the fun,” Sarah said, finally standing and pulling Jane to her feet. “You don’t need books; you’ve got a hot hunk just waiting to teach you everything you could possibly want to know.”

“And some things I’d never really considered,” Jane said, reaching behind to rub at her bottom. They returned to the living room to find Sawyer who stood and took her into his arms.

“Ready to go, Janie?”

Sarah beamed and giggled. “Janie, huh? You’ve got a Little name!”

“I do,” Jane said, “but more important, I finally have a real daddy.”

* * *

After eating the dinner that Mrs. West had left for them, Jane and Sawyer decided it was time to go to bed… though it was not yet nine. She’d been hesitant to place her items among his, but he’d simply led her into the closet where she discovered he had made an entire side available to her as well as a built-in dresser for her folding clothes. Once that was done, he set her stuffies on a shelf of one of the bookcases that flanked the fireplace and the few pictures she’d brought were scattered in both the living room and his office.

“This is your home now, baby girl,” he said. “There is nothing I’d rather see than the things that make you, you, surrounding us.”

As they entered the bedroom, she did feel at home. Mr. Bear sat on a chair by the window, a quilt her grandmother had made draped across the back.

“Come here,” he said, and when she did, he quickly had her stripped naked except for her panties. They were new, one of several pairs he’d purchased for her. “You look adorable,” he said, cupping her bottom and drawing her close.

She leaned against him, her nipples rubbing against his shirt, the warmth of him surrounding her. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” she said softly.

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