Page 16 of Daddy's Firm Hand

"Thank you for taking this seriously," David said gently as I handed him the completed paper. His smile was warm and genuine, and I could tell he appreciated my willingness to learn and grow with him.

"I'm sorry for overstepping," I admitted, feeling a sense of closure. "I value what we have, and I don't want to jeopardize it."

David opened his arms, inviting me into his embrace. I stepped forward without hesitation, eager to feel the warmth and reassurance of his hug. "We all make mistakes," he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "What's important is that we move forward together."

As his arms wrapped around me, I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. My body melted into him, our connection deepening in this moment of vulnerability. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, triggering my senses and heightening my arousal. I could feel his hard body through the fabric of his clothes, and it wasn't lost on me that it was his discipline that made me crave him even more.

His hand glided softly down my back, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. My heart rate quickened as I felt his touch, his fingers gently caressing my skin. This man, who was both my disciplinarian and the source of my deepest desires, was now holding me close, his warmth comforting me.

I felt lust bloom in my core, and I had to squirm a little, pushing my legs together as my pussy tingled.

Then, I could have sworn I felt something hard—hard and impossibly big—pressing into my belly.

“There,” he said, looking flustered. “That was a nice cuddle.”

“I want more.”

“Later,” he said.

Fuck. He had a hard on. There was no question of it.

A mischievous thought flitted through my mind. I couldn't help but wish he had spanked me instead of assigning the writing task. The notion was bold, daring even, but it ignited a playful fire within me.

"Daddy," I said, "I have a question."

"Go ahead, sweetheart," he replied, his voice calm and measured as always. But there was a hint of something beneath it.

"Is there any way to . . . well, break the rules in a fun way?" I ventured hesitantly, curious to see how he would react.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, being naughty can be exciting too, right?" I flushed slightly, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled at voicing my desires.

"Ah, I see what you're getting at," he said with a knowing smile. "You wanted something different for your consequence, didn't you?"

"Maybe," I confessed, my gaze darting away from his intense stare. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with him, but the excitement was undeniable.

“Something . . . spanky?”

“Maaaaybe,” I said with a naughty smile.

“Well, you never know what might happen if you keep breaking rules.”

As we walked back together, I made up my mind. Tomorrow, I was going to get Daddy to spank me. And I was going to like it.

Chapter 6

It’s difficult to knowjust how naughty to go.

I wanted to get a spanking, that was for sure. I wanted a hard spanking, something that would get me squirming and would leave a mark on my butt, but I didn’t want to do anything too bad, because I didn’t want to upset Daddy.

It was tough.

As I lay in bed on the morning of the next day, I mentally reviewed the rules we had carefully established together for our play sessions. My mind settled on one in particular—the rule about not leaving the playroom without his express permission. A small, mischievous smile crept across my face. That was the one I would bend, the transgression that would hopefully prompt the firmer response I craved from Daddy.

And if it didn’t, I’d just have to keep trying.

I rose and began getting ready, fingers trembling slightly as I buttoned up my pastel blouse and smoothed my plaid skirt, the girlish outfit hinting at my Little side. I tied my chestnut hair back with a sparkly bow and took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Grabbing my purse, I headed outto face the day, both apprehensive and eager to see what would unfold.

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