Page 14 of Daddy's Firm Hand

Maisie’s was a quaint café that we both loved. It was adorned with vintage décor and filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. As we settled into our small table by the window, I took a deep breath and prepared to share my recent experiences with her. "Molly, I've got so much to tell you.”

“This is about your boss, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

She gave me a suggestive eyebrow waggle. “Come on! Spill the beans!”

"Okay, so…" I hesitated for a moment before continuing. "This is going to sound so weird. But, the thing is, David’s shown me a new way to cope with stress through embracing my more youthful, carefree side." I glanced nervously at Molly, hoping she wouldn't judge me.

"Really?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "That sounds so interesting."

"David's an incredible person," I said, my voice filled with admiration. "He's helping me reconnect with a part of myself that I'd long suppressed." As I spoke, I realized how much trust I had placed in him, and how deeply he had impacted my life.

I slowly started to explain the whole thing to her. She patiently listened, and there wasn’t even a hint of judgment on her face. I was so grateful to have her.

"Candy, I'm so happy for you!" Molly beamed, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness for me. "It sounds like you've found something really special, and I'm so glad it's making such a difference in your life."

"Thank you, Molly," I replied, feeling a wave of gratitude wash.

The warmth of Molly's hand enveloped mine, as she squeezed it gently. "I haven't seen you this happy in a long time," she said warmly, her vibrant blonde hair catching the light that filteredthrough the café window. "Whatever you're doing, it's clearly working for you."

"Thank you," I murmured, my chest swelling with relief and gratitude. "It feels weird. Almost like I don’t deserve to be happy or something.”

“I understand. But, you’ve got to embrace what brings you joy, Candy," she urged. "Self-care and authenticity are so important." Her words felt like a soothing balm, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, Molly," I whispered, feeling uplifted and grateful for her unwavering support.

The following day when I was back at the office, I found myself approaching tasks with newfound confidence. My interactions with colleagues were more positive, and I even volunteered to take on additional responsibilities for an upcoming project. It felt as if I was finally hitting my stride, seamlessly blending my professional life with the personal growth I was experiencing. The structure and support provided by my arrangement with David had given me a solid foundation.

"Nice work, Candy!" my line manager, Lisa, complimented me as we wrapped up a particularly successful meeting. "You've really stepped up lately."

"Thanks, Lisa," I replied, my cheeks flushing slightly with pride. As I walked back to my desk, my thoughts wandered back to my conversation with Molly. Her words about self-care and authenticity echoed in my mind, reminding me of the importance of nurturing the parts of myself that had long been neglected.

I glanced at my watch.

It was time.

The moment I entered the playroom, a surge of energy coursed through me. The familiar scent of sweetness and leather filled my senses, and the sight of the carefully arranged toyssent a shiver down my spine. The anticipation of our next play session had me practically buzzing with excitement.

To my delight, David was already here.

He stood by the window, a ray of sunlight casting a halo around his head, illuminating the slight stubble on his jawline and accentuating the hints of silver in his dark hair. But what caught my attention most was the sight that awaited me as my gaze trailed down his figure. His shirt was undone a little more than usual, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular chest beneath.

My heart quickened its pace as desire stirred within me, unexpected and fierce. The way his form commanded the room, the subtle flex of his muscles as he moved—it all evoked a primal response that I couldn't deny. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, and I found myself mesmerized by him in a way that went beyond mere admiration.

I’d been havinginterestingdreams recently.

Every night, I’d find myself waking up, sweating with desire, after imagining myself getting spanked, bound and fucked by David. I was finding it hard not to seem openly aroused.

Nothing sexual had happened between the two of us, and I was starting to give up on the idea. Maybe he just didn’t feel that way about me.

"Ready for some fun, sweetheart?" David asked, his voice steady but warm.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied, my voice betraying my eagerness.

It was so easy, calling him that. So natural.

We started out with coloring, and before too long I had all my dolls out and was organizing a tea party.

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