Page 21 of Gene

But Sammi still didn’t move.

“One.”

Why was he counting?

“Two.”

She sucked in a breath as she realized he was counting to three for her to do it. Standing quickly, her hands shook as she tried to unbutton her jeans.

“They won’t come undone!” she yelled. “You can’t shout at me when they won’t come undone.”

“Shhh, you’re okay.”

She shook her head. “You’re counting to three. I need to get them off before you get to three, but they won’t come down.”

Tears of frustration and panic slid down her face as she tried to undo her pants again.

“Why don’t they ever come unfasten when I need them to?”

Daddy placed his hands over hers, stilling her movements. “You’re okay. Still having trouble with them?”

“Yes,” she whined.

“Let Daddy do it. You won’t get into more trouble.”

He let go of her hands, and she dropped them to her side. Daddy carefully unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down with her panties. Her hands immediately went to cover herself. He could see everything with where his head was placed.

“Did Daddy say you could cover yourself?” he asked, looking up at her.

Sammi shook her head, not trusting her voice.

“Correct, Daddy didn’t, so why are you hiding from me?”

She couldn’t bring herself to stop it. She had always had a crush on Gene. Never in her life did she think she would be standing in front of him without any pants or underwear on.

Sammi had dreamed about it several times, fantasized about it even, but this was different. Surely, it would never happen in her dreams or fantasies. She was also so much more confident in her body in her dreams, but in real life, she was self-conscious. She had lost a lot of weight recently. She was so thin that you could see her bones a little, but no matter how much she ate, it was never enough.

“Little One?” Daddy brought her back from her thoughts. “Are you with me, or are you with the princesses?”

“Not fairies?” she asked.

“No, I can see you more with princesses since you are one.”

Sammi just blinked at him like he was crazy. She definitely wasn’t a princess, far from it.

“Now, get your cute bottom over my lap,” Daddy said.

She stood in front of him, not knowing how to get on his lap. She had never done this before. Was there a right way to do it?

“Come on.” Daddy grabbed her hand. “It’s going to be a little awkward on this chair, but we’ll make it work.”

“Or we just don’t have to do it,” she whispered.

Daddy chuckled. “Not happening. You and I both know you need this.”

It was true, but it didn’t mean she had to really want it. Daddy helped her over his lap, her bottom in the air.

“You let me know if anything starts to hurt,” he said. “We’ll stop and put you in a different position.”

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