Page 13 of Daddy Says

“But I’m scheduled to work—”

“I’ve adjusted the schedule,” Arnold said with a smile. “You’re an exemplary employee but there are some things that are more important than work. Take the time to discover that for yourself.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Sarah stepped forward and Sawyer released Jane’s hand so the two women could hug. “I’m so glad you finally saw the light,” Sarah said with a smile. “Oh, and I’m going out after work, so don’t wait up for me.”

“And thanks,” Karen said with a huge grin. “Another half-hour and I would have lost, but thanks to you, I can finally get those Jimmy Choos I’ve been coveting.”

“What? You-you all bet on me?”

“No, we actually bet on Mr. Masterson,” Sarah clarified. “We all knew it was just a matter of time before you realized that any man willing to sit and wait was worth getting to know.”

Sawyer chuckled and Jane just shook her head in disbelief. After getting her purse from the break room, he took her hand again, leading her out of the restaurant. Her eyes grew wide again when a silver sedan pulled up, the driver exiting the vehicle to come around to the side.

“Jane, I’d like you to meet Richard. Richard, this is Miss Jane Knight.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss,” Richard said, giving a brief nod of his head as he opened the back door.

“Hello,” Jane said, looking from him to Sawyer. “You have a driver?”

“Sometimes I do,” Sawyer said. “Tonight I’d prefer spending my time focusing on you rather than on the roads.” He slipped his hand to the small of her back and guided her into the car, sliding in beside her.

Once he closed the door, Richard slid behind the wheel. Sawyer gave him an address after which the divider between the front and back raised.

“How did you know my address?” Jane asked. Before he could answer, she smiled. “Never mind, I forgot you’re some sort of computer nerd.”

“Nerd?”

She giggled and he found the sound delightful. “I didn’t mean it in an insulting way. I just meant you could access my computer…”

When she abruptly stopped speaking, he took her hand. “That was only with your permission. The moment you terminated the session, that permission was revoked. I will never invade your privacy, Jane.”

“Oh, okay.” After a moment, she said, “May I ask you a question?”

“I’m sure you’ll be asking many questions, and I will always answer if I am able to do so, or explain why I can’t.”

Her voice dropped to a mere whisper as her eyes darted toward the front seat. “Can Richard hear us?”

“Not unless I press the intercom button. But let me assure you that if he could, you’d need not worry. He is very discreet and would never divulge anything he might witness.”

She looked up at him. “You’re not just a dom, are you? I mean, you are more of a daddy dom?”

“I am many things, but, yes, I would consider it a great honor if you’d allow me to be your daddy as well.”

“What… what if I don’t like it? I mean, you sounded very determined about the… the spanking part?”

Sawyer smiled and had her seatbelt unbuckled and pulled her onto his lap before she could protest. Wrapping his arms around her, he bent to kiss her cheek. “You’re correct in that I’m a determined man in many aspects. And, baby girl, the truth is that if you like it, then I won’t be doing it right. A punishment spanking is just that—punishment. It is supposed to hurt. It is intended to teach you the consequences of misbehavior in hopes that you learn not to repeat the misdeed. If your little bottom isn’t burning by the time I let you off my lap or release you from a position you’ve taken to receive discipline, then what would be the point?”

“We could just discuss any… um—”

“Naughtiness?” he offered with a grin. “We could and we shall. I will make sure that you know exactly why you are going to be spanked, but it is my responsibility as your daddy to not only take care of you, but to help you become the best person you can be. If, as you say, you don’t like being spanked, then remember what I said about control. Control your behavior and you will control your need to be disciplined.”

She sighed, not speaking for several minutes and then looked up at him. “You said ‘punishment spanking’ like there is some other kind.”

“There is,” Sawyer said, giving her a little hug. “And those kinds of spankings are ones I promise you will enjoy.”

It was obvious she doubted him by the way her forehead furrowed, but then she smiled. “I think I’ve read about those kinds. Funishment—that’s the name, right?”

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