Page 7 of Daddy Says

“Well, girl, I have to say, it seems he’s not only legit, he’s a good guy,” Sarah said and then sighed.

“What?”

“Don’t mind me. I’m just wondering when I’m going to meet someone who thinks I’m a favored one.”

Jane reached over and gave her a hug. “I’m pretty sure Brian sees you that way, and you’ll always be my favorite.”

Sarah hugged her back and then gestured toward the book she’d tossed onto the coffee table. “Not for long. Listen, I’ve seen your Kindle and know we share a love for the same sort of books.”

Jane felt her face flame as the words from her screen popped into her head. “True, but, what if that’s all I can handle? You know, reading about it. I’m not sure I actually want to… well, experience those things.”

Sarah laughed. “Jane, don’t ever play poker. The other players will wipe you out. You can’t lie to save your life. You’ve been looking for a man who will not only love you like you deserve, but keep you on your toes. If this man isn’t saying that he will teach you exactly what he expects, and guide you along the way, then I say don’t bother.” She paused and then added, “Am I right? Do you already have a feeling that Mr. Hunky will be able to meet your needs?”

Releasing the lip she’d been gnawing on, Jane nodded. “I don’t already ‘feel’ it; he practically said those exact words.”

Sarah pulled Jane to her and squeezed. “I thought so, and, damn, girl, I’m really happy for you! I’m really thrilled that you finally might have found the perfect guy.”

Jane knew she was telling the truth. The women had been friends since the first day Jane had begun work at Arturo’s. They had been there for each other in good times and bad and were each other’s strongest supporter. “Thanks, Sarah. Um… would you still feel the same if I tell you that he also said that there will be a price to pay for… misbehavior?”

Sarah canted her head to the side, her brow furrowing a bit. “What sort of price?”

Feeling her buttocks clenching again, Jane took a moment, thinking how to put it and decided the truth was the only way. “He said I’d be expected to present my bottom… my bare bottom and he’d make it burn.”

A grin replaced the questioning look on Sarah’s face. “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s really like to be restrained to one of those spanking benches in those books. I swear, it just makes me quiver.”

“He didn’t mention restraints or spanking benches, but, well, he did mention being over his lap or bent over a bed. It sounded more like… well, how a naughty child is punished instead of some sexy submissive,” Jane said.

“Ah, it sounds like he’s one of those daddy doms.”

“Daddy doms?” Jane felt her tummy flip and suddenly words she’d heard him utter took on a new meaning. Good girl. Adorable. Little one. Naughtiness.Looking up, she saw Sarah smiling. “You really think so? I-I didn’t even consider that.” She paused, silently thinking that wasn’t exactly the truth. Her Kindle was full of books based on a dynamic called ageplay. It had her thinking of all sorts of things, and, to be honest, shuddering quite a bit and not in horror. “Don’t you think that’s… well, a little weird?”

“Honey, it takes all kinds of people to make up this fascinating thing we call life. If having a daddy dom is what makes your little heart go pitter-patter and dampens your panties, then don’t you dare let anyone tell you it’s weird or wrong. You’re a big girl and only you can really know what makes you feel complete.”

“You’re a very good friend,” Jane said, giving her a hug.

“I love you too,” Sarah said, reaching for her book. “Now, don’t you have something better to do?”

“Oh!” Jane said, springing up from the couch and dashing back to her bedroom. Jumping onto her bed, she reached for the glass on her nightstand, took a long drink of Coke, and then set it down. “All right, let’s see what you want to know.”

She smiled when the first screen popped up. It asked about her education and her experiences. She giggled as she wondered what he’d say if she asked him to clarify exactly what experiences he was referring to. Then she considered the fact that this screen was asking about her work history, so simply gave the list of jobs she’d held since high school. Pausing, she questioned how he could be interested in her. He obviously had far more education and experience than she had. Taking advantage of the fact that there was a text box at the bottom of the screen, she entered the fact that she’d been saving up to go to culinary school. It wasn’t as glamorous as being a philanthropist, but it was her dream. Clicking on the continue button brought up a new screen. These questions asked about her family.

Yes, her parents were still living and, no, she didn’t have any siblings. Did she consider herself close to her family? She paused, wondering how to answer. She’d been a ‘surprise,’ her mother thirty-eight when she’d been born, her father in his mid-forties. While she’d never really felt unwanted, she’d always believed she’d been a bit of an imposition. Still, it wouldn’t seem right to say she wasn’t close as she figured if push came to shove, she’d be able to rely on some form of support. Clicking the ‘yes’ box, she continued.

The medical ones were relatively easy as she’d had the chickenpox but not measles, had received the normal vaccines as a child, had never been hospitalized, had no known allergies, and had never broken any bones. She blushed a bit when checking that she’d lost her virginity at seventeen, never had an STD, and, no, while she didn’t take the pill, she did practice birth control by receiving a shot every three months. She clicked box after box then hit continue and waited for the next questions to appear.

It wasn’t until the fourth screen that she squirmed a bit. These were definitely more invasive but, then again, far better than having to actually look him, or anyone really, in the eye and give her answers. Perhaps this was just a way to cut through all the things one hesitates to discuss? Better to answer in the privacy of her own room, looking at a screen, right? How many sexual partners would be considered too many? One… two? When she realized her fingertip was scrolling the little arrow up and down, she giggled. If there were that many numbers to choose from, she was probably safe with the truth. She’d had three. Okay, that wasn’t so hard, was it? No lightning bolt had shot through the ceiling, and no disapproving chorus of ‘Jezebel’ rang out.

Oh, Lord! Seriously? Did he really need to know these things? How did knowing if she found it easy to reach orgasm help him? So he can know how long you’ll be writhing and begging before gazing into your eyes as you come apart in his arms, of course.

She considered fibbing a bit about her sexual encounters, suddenly wondering if she was as inexperienced as these questions were making her feel. Far from virginal, she was beginning to feel a bit inadequate. No, she never came from vaginal penetration alone, and she had no idea if anal penetration would get her off as she’d never been brave enough to try that. The very thought made her both squirm and blush furiously. Yes, clitoral stimulation was usually a surety in making her climax. Did she masturbate and, if so, how often? Did she use toys in pleasuring herself? And, shit… did some women really come from nipple stimulation alone? “Lucky ladies,” she whispered as she moved to the next screen.

Hard limits. Thanks to her choice of reading materials, she at least knew what most of these were. But how was she supposed to know if they were off-limits if she’d never tried some… okay, almost all of them? Could she even consider that pathetic smack of her last boyfriend’s hand against her ass—her denim-covered ass—to be a spanking? It had taken her a lot of courage to ask for Joe to try a little kink, and after only a few strokes, he’d informed her that he felt it ridiculous for a grown woman to want to be spanked. She’d felt humiliated. It had been her first quasi-spanking and their last date. So, she couldn’t honestly tick off that she didn’t want to at least experience a paddle, a hairbrush, and call her a fool, but her sex had always clenched when reading about the sound of a belt swishing through the air before it landed with a solid thwack on a bare butt. How would she know if the ‘line of fire’ often described would have her howling and swearing never again, or if it would have her promising to be a good girl? She clicked and unclicked several boxes, changing her answers as she tried to decide what she should enter.

She screamed and practically fell off the bed when suddenly a box appeared superimposed over the list. Oh, God, how could she possibly have forgotten that he was able to see what she was doing?

Jane? Honey, it appears you are having a bit of difficulty. I wanted to assure you that these answers are not chiseled in stone. If you haven’t any experience with a question, leave it blank. As we try different implements, positions, and scenarios, you will be able to fill in your answer with honesty. Even then, as you grow and become familiar with various options, what might be a hard limit at first, might change. Remember, there is no judgment, no right or wrong answer. I hope that helps?

It did. She saw a box beneath his and typed: Yes, sir. It helps—a lot. Thank you.

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