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Irish rubbed soothing circles on her stinging bottom, his touch soothing away some of the sting. “I know you won’t, sweet girl.” He shifted and pulled her onto his lap, lifted her chin gently with his finger and wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumbs.

“Do you forgive me, Daddy?”

“Of course. You are completely forgiven. I will never hold anything over your head after you’ve paid the price for it.” He kissed her forehead tenderly then pulled her into a tight hug. Just like he said he’d do.

That evening, Irish and Makenzie were cuddling on the couch watching cartoons when Irish spoke up. “I should have told you about my involvement in the lifestyle on the way home from the airport instead of testing you to see how you would react. Being a Daddy is a part of me.”

“Me too,” she confessed. “I never felt more understood then when I was part of the forums. There’s a need inside of me, the...the need to surrender, to trust someone completely. I thought it was bad and disruptive. I’ve been hiding that part ofme for a year now, repressing it deep down. I had to hide that part of me from you, too.”

“From me? You never need to hide. Not from me.”

“I know that now. But you know my family and my mother is reeling from me leaving Eugene. If they found out…”

“Do you talk about your sex life a lot with your mother?”

Irish’s question took her off guard. “What? No, I mean, does anyone?”

“Then why would they need to know?”

“Being a Little isn’t my sex life though… I mean, I don’t want just a Daddy in the bedroom. Is that what you want?” Her heart seemed to stop beating while she waited his answer. Of course, this was too good to be true.

“No. Absolutely not.” Irish said and Makenzie breathed again. “It’s a lifestyle I want to live. But no one you aren’t comfortable knowing about it, has to. When it’s just you and me, I want you to call me Daddy and be free to let your defenses down. The outside world isn’t open enough to understand and when we are working with clients and donors, it has to be very vanilla. I’d love to be able to be as open with our lifestyles as other vanilla married couples, but we can’t, and it sucks. If you need to keep it from your family to protect your mental well-being, I understand.” Irish's thumb traced circles on her knuckles, a gesture both soothing and possessive.

The hum of the city faded into a distant murmur as Irish and Makenzie retreated into the private sanctuary of his house. Makenzie curled up on the leather couch, tucking her feet beneath her. She watched the way Irish moved around the room, the soft light casting shadows over his muscular frame. He was a presence, commanding yet comforting, like a shelter in a storm. His red hair seemed to hold the last glimmers of sunlight, giving him an aura of warmth. She was surprised at how quickly the pain from the spanking had faded and disappeared. It’d hurtwhile he was doing it, but within the hour, all affects were faded… the arousal on the other hand, hadn’t faded as quickly. Turned out, not only could she take a spanking, her body liked it.

“Comfortable, baby?” he asked, his voice rumbling through the quiet.

“Very,” she replied, her eyes following him as he settled down next to her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

They talked casually at first, small talk that danced around the edges of their mutual arousal.

“Can I tell you about one on my fantasies, Daddy?”

Irish turned to her. “Always. I want to hear all of your fantasies. Maybe I can make a few of them come true.”

She hesitated only for a second, then launched into a tale where she was the princess in a hidden castle, and he was the visitor who discovered her. “But it's not all sparkling tiaras and fancy ball gowns,” she said, her cheeks warming with a blush. “I want to be cherished—and commanded. Like, you are a prince, but also you are a villain, too. But it's the villain side that keeps me safe from the real monsters, like the fire breathing dragon who wants to destroy the castle and eat me for lunch.”

He nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow smile spread across his lips. “So, I'm your protector and I get to eat you for lunch instead.”

Makenzie's heart skipped. “Daddies don’t eat their Littles!”

“The good Daddies do. The ones who spoil and praise their Little for being such a good girl. Tell me more about what this prince charming villain would do,” he urged, his tone dropping an octave, thrumming with a dominance that sent shivers down her spine.

“In our castle, he would make rules, set expectations, but only ones that are easy to follow and nothing yucky like eating green beans.” She bit her lip, emboldened by the flicker ofinterest in his eyes, she continued. “And I'd follow them because I trust him. Because he knows what's best for his little princess and how to keep her safe. We’d play a lot of games and he’d give me a magical jump rope. When I jumped it, it would take me to anywhere I wanted to go, with Daddy of course. I’d go see the mermaids swimming their lagoon and I’d ride the back of a Pegasus and…”

Irish reached out, his fingers tracing a line down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “And what happens if my princess steps out of line?”

“Well then...the villain inside of the prince would come out and would have to remind her who's in charge.” Her breath hitched as she met his gaze.

Makenzie squealed and giggled as Irish playfully pulled her to her feet, spinning her around before settling her across his knee. She giggled again and gazed up at him with wide eyes. He raised one eyebrow, a mock-stern expression on his face that she could see right through. “You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you, princess?” he asked.

“I-I only wanted explore outside of the castle,” she stammered, wriggling slightly in his strong grip.

“I know exactly what you wanted,” he purred, his hand landing with a smack on her bottom. “And it's my job to keep you safe inside of these walls.” Another smack followed, this time harder than the first, making her yelp. Her nipples tightened almost painfully, and butterflies danced around her stomach. This. This moment right here is what she’d been longing for. It was everything she’d ever wanted and so much more.

“You left the castle without permission. You’ve earned this spanking, haven’t you, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I was a naughty girl who needs to be spanked,” she gasped, arching her back slightly to present herself for more.

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