Page 9 of Strict Daddy

"My role is to support and guide you," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "Ensuring you feel safe and respected."

I nodded, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. Byron's gaze held mine, intense yet warm.

"I want to assure you that this is a professional arrangement," he said firmly. "While the methods are unconventional, they are conducted with the utmost respect and confidentiality. Trust is essential. Without it, the process won't be effective."

My mind raced, weighing the potential benefits against my fears. Could I really trust this man with my deepest vulnerabilities?

Byron paused, then added, "Also, I believe in making this accessible to those who can truly benefit. There will be no financial cost to you. My reward is seeing your transformation."

I blinked in surprise, touched by his apparent sincerity. As I processed his words, I found myself reflecting on my struggles - the gnawing self-doubt, the feeling of being trapped in a life that didn't fit. The idea of healing old wounds and building genuine self-confidence resonated deeply within me.

"Something about this does appeal to me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "If this could help me become the person I want to be, it's worth considering."

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "But I need to be sure that I'm comfortable with everything involved."

Byron nodded, his expression softening. "Absolutely. Let's discuss any concerns you have and set clear boundaries. Remember, you have control over how we proceed. Nothing happens without your consent."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "The age play aspect . . . what exactly does that entail?" I asked, my cheeks flushing.

"It varies," Byron explained, his deep voice soothing. "We might explore scenarios where you regress to a younger mindset, allowing you to process emotions in a safe space."

My heart raced. "And . . . will there be punishment?" I blurted out, immediately wanting to hide my face.

Byron's gaze held steady. "There can be, if that's something you're comfortable with. Corporal punishment, like spanking, can be part of the dynamic. But Poppy," he leaned forward, his eyes intense, "there will always be a safe word available. Your boundaries are paramount."

I nodded, processing. We spent the next half hour in deep discussion, Byron patiently answering my questions. With each clarification, I felt a mix of nervous excitement and growing comfort.

"Alright," I finally said, a tentative smile tugging at my lips. "I'm willing to give this a try."

"Excellent," Byron replied, satisfaction evident in his tone. "We'll begin tomorrow at 6:00 AM.”

“6:00AM?” I practically squealed.

“And remember what I said—being early is being on-time. Read over the contract tonight, and sign it if you feel ready. Then, make sure you get plenty of rest, and come prepared to embark on a journey of self-discovery."

As I left his office, clutching the contract, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within me. Nervousness fluttered in my stomach, but there was also a spark of hope. This new path was daunting, but for the first time in years, I felt ready to take a real step towards change.

Chapter 4

My heart raced asI pushed open the gym's glass doors, the cool morning air giving way to the familiar scent of sweat and disinfectant. 6:00 AM on the dot. I hoped it was early enough to meet Byron's exacting standards.

The receptionist's knowing smile made my stomach flip. "Good morning, Poppy. Daddy Byron is expecting you," she said with a wink.

Heat flooded my cheeks.

Daddy Byron?

The intimate title caught me completely off guard, sending a shiver of embarrassment - and something else - down my spine. I managed a weak "Thanks" before hurrying past, my mind reeling.

Last night I’d poured over the contract for hours, thinking about what kind of delicious punishments and fun “Littlespace” activities we might do. It had felt momentous when I’d signed it, and now, I felt as though I was taking a big step forward into an exciting new world.

Byron was waiting outside his office, arms crossed over his broad chest. Even through his fitted t-shirt, I could see every sculpted muscle. My mouth went dry.

Hmm. He was definitelywaiting. That wasn’t a good sign.

"Good morning," I said softly, fumbling in my bag. "I have the contract here."

Byron's piercing blue eyes met mine as I handed over the papers. "You reviewed everything thoroughly?" His deep voice held a note of challenge.

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