Page 21 of Her Gentle Daddy

“What if I break a rule?”

She waited anxiously for him to answer. Sean didn’t seem like a violent or abusive man, but one could never be too sure.

“If you break a rule, you would be punished. I might spank you using my hand, or I might put you in timeout or give you an early bedtime. No matter what the punishment was, you would have a safeword, so if at any time there was something seriously upsetting or scaring you, you would be able to stop it immediately.”

Gabby twisted the hem of his shirt around her finger and pondered that for a moment.

“Would you hit me with a belt?”

Sean’s arms tightened around her slightly.

“Would you want me to hit you with a belt, Gabby?”

“No. I really really wouldn’t want that.”

She knew she sounded desperate, but she needed him to understand how much the idea of being hit with an object scared her.

He let out a sigh of relief, “Okay, good. I would never want to use a belt on you. I don’t enjoy using implements or causing too much pain. I’m a soft Daddy. I get more pleasure from making a Little feel safe and secure than from giving discipline.”

His words melted her. Gabby had always wanted a Daddy, but she had also always known that many Daddies enjoyed giving discipline and using other elements of BDSM that involved pain, and she knew she couldn’t have a relationship like that. A spanking didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world, as long as it was with his hand. In fact, the idea of his hand on her bottom kind of did something to her insides that felt warm and fluttery.

“Do you have any questions about that? You can tell me anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

She sighed and leaned as far into his chest as she could. His arms felt like heaven around her, and she never wanted to leave the warmth of him.

“I don’t like people yelling at me. I also don’t want to be spanked with any type of implement other than your hand, and I think I would be terrified if you were really angry and wanted to spank me.”

Sean shifted her so he was cradling her in his arms, almost like a baby, and stared down at her tenderly.

“I won’t ever scream at you, baby girl, unless you were in immediate danger, and I needed to get your attention. I am fine with not using any implements to spank you, and I would never attempt to discipline you if I really was angry. I would always make sure to calm down before administering any kind of punishment.”

“Okay.”

He nodded, “Thank you for telling me all of that. Telling me your likes and dislikes will help me to understand you better and be a better Daddy for you.”

Reaching up slowly, she ran her fingers over his short beard and felt calm spreading through her entire body.

“I think I want to try being your little girl. But I’ve never had a Daddy, so I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m also a freak, and not an easy person to deal with.”

Sean’s eyes darkened slightly at her words.

“Gabby, listen to me; you are not a freak. You. Are. Not. A. Freak. You have been through some stuff in your life, and you’re coping. You’re surviving. I hope that between me giving you the care and safety that you need and therapy with Savannah, you will be able to heal some of your wounds, but you are not even close to being a freak. You are special, sweet, and soft, and I don’t care how easy or hard you are to deal with. I want to be the one to deal with you. Do you understand?”

His words were firm, probably the firmest he had ever spoken to her, but they were also filled with emotion, and for the first time, Gabby actually wanted to believe that she wasn’t a terrible person so she nodded.

“I want to ask you some questions about what you like and don’t like when you’re Little, and I need you to answer honestly. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

Sean rocked her in his arms slightly, and she felt as light as air.

“I know you like sippy cups. Would you be open to trying a bottle?”

She didn’t even have to think about it before she nodded.

“Okay, good. And a pacifier?”

Gabby nodded.

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