Page 72 of Accepting Love

Her eyes widen. “What is it?”

I grin. “It wouldn’t be a very good surprise if I told you, would it?”

She finally sits up. “Show me then.”

I chuckle. “Go potty and brush your teeth. I’ll pick out some clothes for you.”

She scrambles out of bed, far more awake than she was two minutes ago. As she scampers to the attached bathroom, I watch her. Her bottom is pink because I spanked her again last night. I’m sure her pussy is sore again too because after I spanked her, I arranged her on her hands and knees and introduced her to doggy style.

The memory makes my cock hard. I was definitely deeper inside her in that position, but more importantly, she loved it. I’m not sure she’ll want to try any other position after the way she rocked and bucked against me.

I slide out of bed and put on jeans. I’m pulling a Henley over my head when she returns.

She’s shivering. “Clothes, Daddy.”

I grab her pile and sit on the edge of the bed. Picking up the pink panties with lipstick kisses all over them, I bend at the waist to hold them in front of her. “Step in, angel.”

She giggles as I pull them up over her bottom. “Those are silly, Daddy.”

“A lot of things are silly to you this morning,” I point out.

“That’s because you’re a silly Daddy,” she continues as I pull a warm dress over her head. It’s cold out today, so I chose a thicker dress with long sleeves. It’s still cotton and short, but it will keep her from getting chilled. The front of it saysDaddy’s girl, and she grins when she glances down.

I quickly put leggings on her before pointing at the floor. “Sit and give Daddy your feet, angel.”

I slip warm socks on her feet followed by her favorite white tennis shoes. While she’s still sitting on the rug, I hand her the package I had tucked under the bundle of clothes. I even wrapped it.

“What is it, Daddy?” she asks as she takes it from me.

“Silly, Little girl. Open it and find out,” I say, mimicking the word of the day.

She rips off the wrapping paper before lifting the lid off the box. When she tips her head back, she’s smiling broadly. “It’s so pretty, Daddy.”

“Do you like it? I saw you admiring Leah’s jewelry the other day and thought you might want something similar.” It’s literally just high-end costume jewelry like a child would wear but in the largest size. I hope the necklace fits her. Her wrists are tiny, so I’m confident about the bracelet.

She picks up the bracelet first and slides it on her wrist. Pink sparkly plastic stones shine in the early morning light. “I love it.” She hands me the necklace and scoots forward, leaning her head toward the mattress so I can put it over her head.

It’s on an elastic. It doesn’t have a fastener, so I stretch it out and ease it over her head. When it settles in place around her neck, she doesn’t lift her head. She stays right where she is, fingering it in front.

“Is it too tight, angel?” I smooth her hair back. I haven’t brushed it or put it up yet.

When she finally tips her head back, her eyes are glistening with tears.

“What’s the matter, Little one?” I cup her face. “Did it pinch you?” I glance at the necklace. It’s loose enough and doesn’t appear to be pinching her.

She shakes her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Then why are you about to cry?”

She licks her lips, her face tipped back even farther so she’s looking up at me. “It felt like you collared me. Like I’ve seen Doms do at Surrender. It made me feel emotional.”

My breath hitches. I hadn’t considered that, but she is in a similar position a submissive might be in for a collaring. Granted, she’s on her bottom, not her knees, but she’s also Little, so it seems appropriate.

Now I’m choked up, and I reach down and lift her off the floor to pull her onto my lap. She wiggles around so she’s straddling me, plasters her body to mine, and wraps her arms around me. “I love the necklace and bracelet, Daddy,” she murmurs in a choked voice.

I rub her back and rock her. I don’t even know what to say. I need to hold her for a minute. Finally, I kiss her neck and nuzzle behind her ear. “If the necklace makes you feel collared, then I’m honored. You’re mine. Forever and ever.”

“You keep saying that,” she whispers.

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