Page 75 of Accepting Love

“Maybe four or five.”

Wow. I clear my throat. “How old are you now, Little one?” I pull her closer.

“Maybe four or five,” she repeats, leaning into me and kicking her foot out absently to match her age. Her voice is fully adult. Her headspace is Little.

I rock her silently for a while.

Eventually she looks at me again. “I don’t think timeouts are a good form of discipline for me.”

“Certainly not,” I agree. I’m glad we figured this out in a way that wasn’t traumatic. I could have done some emotional damage if I’d forced her to stand in that corner without understanding the repercussions.

I cup the back of her neck with my hand. “I will never put you in a corner for misbehaving. Corners are for centering yourself when you need it. Your choice. Not mine.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’ll use sentences and spankings for discipline. Oh, and I have a new idea.”

She narrows her gaze. “I don’t think you need any new ideas, Daddy.”

I wiggle my brows as I lower my hand down her back and trail a finger over her leggings between her butt cheeks. When I reach the little button that makes her cringe, she clenches and nearly jumps off my lap.

“I think I’ll buy a set of plugs for this tight little hole.” I tap it again.

She squirms. “Plugs?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen subs wearing anal beads and butt plugs at Surrender before.”

She wiggles, trying to get away from my touch. “Daddy…”

I hold her tight and continue to stroke the sensitive skin that has her struggling against me. “They come in different sizes. I’ll get a set of graduated plugs that start very small. We’ll begin with the smallest one and work our way up.”

Her cheeks are red. “That’s not a good punishment, Daddy.”

“Why?” I tease. “Are you already aroused by the idea before I’ve even started?”

Her face turns a much darker red. “No, Daddy. I don’t want you to put anything in my bottom.” Her butt clenches farther. “Besides, you don’t need them. I’m not naughty. I’ll be good all the time. You’ll see.”

I smile. “I won’t use them specifically as punishment then. I’ll use them as prevention,” I declare.

I love the way she gasps. “What does that mean?”

I suspect she understands perfectly. “I’ll start putting plugs in your bottom for a few hours every day to help remind you to behave. Prevention.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t need a reminder.”

I rub her rosebud, pressing against it until she’s panting, and then I ease my hand forward until I’m cupping her pussy. She’s so hot, and she groans when I rub her clit through her leggings and panties. Both are damp.

“I think my Little girl is telling fibs.” I flatten my fingers and press against her pussy.

She whimpers. “Am not.” She pouts, but she’s squirming violently now.

“I think you’re intrigued, and it’s making you horny.”

She shakes her head but doesn’t continue to protest verbally.

The reaction I got from her this morning made me think it might take a while before she would warm up to the idea of anal play, but now she’s showing me a different side.

I narrow my gaze at her. “Have you been thinking about Daddy touching you here all day, angel?”

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