Page 4 of Trained By Her Daddy

“Well, I think your full name is too beautiful to be kept a secret. So, have a seat, Lori Hope and let me serve you some lunch.”

“What’s your middle name, John?”

“My father only referred to me as John Howard during a scolding,” he said through a chuckle as he lifted his eyes skyward. “Dad was one hell of a disciplinarian, but he was also a loving father and husband.”

“Ahhh, the pieces are starting to fit into this jigsaw puzzle, one by one. Your parents lived within a domestic discipline relationship, and you learned from them?”

“They did, and though my son is unattached, he intends to carry on the tradition someday.” Sliding out the kitchen chair for me to sit in with one hand, his other placed the sandwich in front of me. “But the most important thing about living any alternative lifestyle is that every relationship is unique.”

Waiting for him to sit down across from me, I lifted a freshly poured glass of ice water. “And for the next week, I’ll be living according to whatever standards you deem appropriate?”

“That is correct,” he stated, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “So, why don’t you eat your sandwich while the cheese is still melted, and I’ll read what I’ve prepared.”

Taking a bite of crust, I chewed slowly and watched as he reached over the table for a pair of black rectangular reading glasses. Then he cleared his throat and adjusted the bridge of the lenses on his nose.

“Number one: The punishment for swearing or taking God’s name in vain is a bare-bottom spankin’.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. I’ve heard you swear…”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the Daddy, which means I make up the rules. My responsibility is to be your mentor, give you unconditional love and support, protect you, be your rock, and of course, discipline you when necessary. In other words, my language won’t be your concern. Is that explanation clear enough, young lady?”

“Sounds like a double standard to me,” I mumbled, taking another bite of my sandwich.

“Excuse me. Did you say something?”

“Nope. Not a thing.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m going to let your cheeky comment slide for now. But just so you know, there’s rarely a second warning in this house. Understand?”

I chewed, nodded and swallowed.

“Number two: There will be a strict bedtime observed.”

“A bedtime? I thought that Daddy Dom/Little girl is supposed to be a subcategory of D/s, not age play.”

He lowered his glasses and his eyes met mine. “Which part of our conversation did you miss? Was it when I said every relationship is unique, or could it have been the part where your Daddy makes up the rules?”

“Never mind,” I mouthed, taking a quick sip of water.

“Number three: You have permission to use my car and I’ll give you a credit card to go shopping. But the first time you abuse those privileges, you’ll be severely disciplined, and the perks will be taken away.”

“Can you explain that in detail, please?”

“Where the car is concerned, you will stay within the speed limit and obey all safety driving laws. No texting or talking on your cell phone while on the road.”

Nodding, I took another bite and reached for a paper napkin to wipe the butter from my fingers. “And the shopping?”

“You’ll have a budget for the week, which will include a generous allowance for clothing, accessories, and other personal items.”

My eyebrow quirked before he finished his sentence.

“In case you missed an important word, it’s called a budget. And I if were you, I’d do my best not to go over it.”

“Is there more?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “A crucial component in this relationship has to do with trust and respect. Which means there will be no lying or deception in this house. Is that clear?”

“Yes, of course. I know I’m supposed to treat my Daddy with respect and trust, knowing he has only my best interests at heart.”

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