Page 10 of Strict Daddy

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sir. I read it all very carefully."

He scanned the pages, his expression unreadable. I shifted nervously from foot to foot, hyper-aware of his imposing presence. What was he thinking? Had I made the right choice in signing?

"Very well," Byron said finally, looking up. "Are you prepared to begin your training in earnest, Poppy?"

"Yes," I breathed. "I'm ready."

A ghost of a smile played at his lips. "We'll see about that."

The smile disappeared. “Imagine being late on your very first day.”

“Late? I was on time.”

“You remember what I told you. Being on time is late.”

I swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Are you going to punish me?”

His eyes narrowed. “Do you remember what you should be calling me?”

“Sorry. Are you going to punish me, Daddy?”

The word felt strange between my lips. Exciting.

“We’ll talk about that in a minute, little one. First, come with me.”

He led me deeper into the gym, past the rows of treadmills and weight machines I'd come to recognize. The air seemed tobecome thicker, more electric, the further we ventured. My heart pounded in anticipation - and a touch of fear.

We stopped in front of a door I'd never noticed before, marked "Studio 99" in discreet lettering. Byron unlocked the door and ushered me inside, flipping on the lights to reveal a space unlike any other at the gym.

My breath caught in my throat.

The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with a musky scent I couldn't quite place. Erotic-looking contraptions lined the walls, each one more intriguing and intimidating than the last. A strange-looking Cross stood in one corner, its leather restraints hanging invitingly; a pommel horse in another, covered in plush padding. A row of floggers and whips hung from one wall, their leather tails swaying gently in the air conditioning.

"W-what is this place?" I whispered, unable to tear my eyes from the unfamiliar, strangely arousing sight.

Byron's voice was low in my ear. "This, Poppy, is where we'll begin your transformation." His hand settled on my shoulder, grounding me in the unfamiliar setting. "This is where we'll push your limits, both physical and mental."

But it was more than that, I realized. This was a place where I'd lay bare my insecurities, my desires, and my most precious trust. This was where I'd truly belong to Byron—as his submissive, as his student, as his creation.

"I'm scared," I confessed, finally turning to meet his piercing blue eyes.

"That’s normal," he said simply. "Fear is a natural part of growth. But I'll be with you every step of the way, guiding you, protecting you."

His words were like a balm to my frayed nerves, and I nodded, my decision made.

"All right, Daddy Byron," I said, my voice shaking but resolute. "Let's begin."

“Well,” he said, firmly. “First, we need to deal with your transgression this morning. Tardiness will not be tolerated.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, young lady.”

Byron's intense gaze pinned me in place as he gestured towards the far wall. "Stand against the wall, feet apart, palms flat against the surface," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

My heart raced as I complied, pressing my hands against the cool surface. The unfamiliar position made me feel exposed, vulnerable. I could sense Byron's presence behind me, his energy palpable even without touching me.

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