Page 18 of Daddy's Firm Hand

"You just got too excited? You didn’t do this . . . deliberately?"

I took a deep breath, knowing I had to be honest. As much as I wanted to look away, I forced myself to meet his intense gaze. "Iwasexploring," I insisted, unable to suppress a slight smile despite my nervousness. "But, yeah, I know I wasn't supposed to leave the playroom without asking."

David nodded slowly, seeming to appreciate my honesty while also recognizing the deliberate nature of my transgression. "So, you did remember our rules about staying in the playroom unless we agree otherwise," he reminded me gently, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

A charged silence stretched between us as he awaited my response. My cheeks warmed and my palms grew damp. It wasnow or never. I had to tell him the truth about what I really wanted.

Gathering my courage, I replied softly, "I wanted to see what would happen if I broke a rule. I was hoping you'd . . . respond differently." I held my breath, anxious anticipation fluttering in my stomach.

One dark eyebrow arched as understanding dawned on David's handsome face. "Are you saying you wanted a specific consequence?" he asked, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

My blush deepened and I nodded, barely able to get the words out. "Yes, I wanted to experience a different kind of discipline," I confessed in a breathy whisper, desire and apprehension swirling inside me.

David's piercing gaze held mine for a long, intense moment. Then he gestured to the plush armchair beside us. "Let's sit down and discuss this openly, Candy."

I followed him to the chair on shaky legs, perching on the edge of the seat as he sat across from me. My heart raced as I tried to organize my jumbled thoughts.

"I've been thinking about it a lot lately," I began hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. "About...spanking. As a form of discipline." I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes, gauging his reaction.

David leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he listened attentively. His expression was thoughtful, encouraging me to continue.

"I feel ready to try incorporating it into our sessions," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nervously, I searched his face for signs of disapproval or rejection. Instead, I found only patience and understanding in his startling blue eyes.

"I'm glad you're being honest with me about your desires, sweetheart," David said warmly. “And I forgive you for breaking the rules on purpose. I understand exactly why you did it.”

“You do?”

“Of course. This is all new to you, and you’re pushing your boundaries. It’s only natural. Now if I was being super strict, and I knew that you only broke the rules to get a spanking, I wouldn’t spank you.”

“Mean!”

“Right. But I’m okay with occasional funishments for my little girl.”

Relief washed over me at his accepting response.

“So youaregoing to spank me?”

He nodded, a wicked look on his handsome face. “I am. And I’m going to do a little roleplay, if you’ll indulge me.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to play out a scene. I’m going to pretend that I’mverydisappointed with you.”

My heart raced. “That sounds kinda scary.”

“It might feel that way, but remember, if it’s ever too intense, just use the word ‘Red,’ and it’ll stop. I think you may also find it quite thrilling.”

“And how should I act?”

“It’s up to you. You can be defiant. Or repentant. Or confident. Whatever you feel like.”

“I might try defiant,” I said. “I’m never normally naughty, so it might be fun to try it.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready for the scene to begin?”

I nodded.

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