Page 35 of Small Town Daddy

His smile was reassuring. "That's perfectly okay. We can always revisit them later."

My cheeks burned as I forced out the words. "Like . . . bum stuff. Anal," I said quickly. "I'm kinda curious, but it's definitely a soft limit for now."

Marcus made a note, his expression neutral. "Noted. Thank you for being honest, Lucy."

We marked a few more items, the air between us charged with potential. Then Marcus cleared his throat.

"How do you feel about incorporating discipline into our dynamic?" he asked carefully. “You enjoyed the spanking, I think?”

“Understatement of the year.”

“I got that impression.”

“It wasn’t just the feeling of it,” I said. “Afterward, it was like I was . . . cleansed. Free.”

I paused, really thinking it through. My mind flashed to all the times I'd doubted myself, how adrift I'd felt since Dad died.

"I think more discipline could help me," I said slowly. "With self-doubt and staying grounded.

Marcus's eyes lit up. "I’m so happy to hear that. And just like we spoke about before, it’s about discipline, not punishment. Never to harm or belittle."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. "That sounds . . . really good, actually," I admitted.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself as we reached the section on physical intimacy. My cheeks flushed, but I pushed through the embarrassment.

"I want us to be open about what we're comfortable with," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Marcus nodded encouragingly. "That's exactly right. Let's take it step by step."

We started with the basics - hand holding, cuddling. Easy stuff. But as we moved deeper into the contract, my heart raced.

"Kissing?" Marcus asked softly.

I gave him a disbelieving look. "Yes," I breathed, memories of our heated moments flooding back. “I think you probably know that I’m into it.”

“I just want to be sure, and take things slowly. I want to make sure that you have the chance to think things through. I care about you, and if you decided that you just wanted to be little with me, and not be physical, that’s tot—”

“I have a massive crush on you,” I said, trying not to squirm. “I want to jump your fricking bones, Daddy.”

He gave me a wicked smile. Damn he was so handsome. “That’s good to hear.”

As we read further, I frowned at an unfamiliar term. "What's 'sensory play'?" I asked.

Marcus's eyes lit up. "It's about engaging or depriving certain senses to heighten others," he explained. "Like using a blindfold to make touch more intense. Always with care and consent, of course."

I nodded, fascinated. "That sounds... interesting," I admitted, a shiver running through me at the possibilities.

We spoke about other exotic things I’d never heard of before. Cock worship. Pegging. Orgasm denial.

I surprised myself by how much I was agreeing to. But I reallydidwant to explore this all with him.

As the night wore on, we delved deeper into the contract, our conversation flowing naturally between serious topics and lighter moments. Finally, we reached the last page.

Marcus looked at me, his expression soft. "How do you feel?"

I took a moment to really consider. "I feel . . . good," I said, surprising myself with how true it was. "Secure. Excited for what's to come."

His smile widened. "I'm glad. Remember, this is a living document. We can adjust it anytime as we grow together."

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