Page 69 of Controlling Natasha

“Yep.Today, we’re going on a date, though.”

Her eyes pop out of their sockets.“A date?”She pushes herself to sitting.

“Yep.We’re going to an entertainment center.We can do whatever you want.Putt-putt, video games, bowling, go-karts, junk food.A day of fun.”

She’s grinning wide.“Really?”

“Yes.Do you think I don’t know how to have fun?”

“Yes.”

I swat her thigh playfully through the covers.“I’ll have you know your Daddy can be fun.”

She giggles.“I thought you were going to keep me in the house and under your thumb for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, make no mistake, you’ll still be under my thumb, Little one.But we can and will leave the house.Tonight, after a fun day of games, we’re going to Surrender.”

She bites into her lip.“That’s more daunting than the date.”

“It’ll be fun.”I stand and pull her covers off her body.“Come on.Let’s get you dressed.There’s fun to be had.”

“Fun…” she murmurs as I tug her out of bed.As soon as she’s on her feet, I turn her around, press her upper body over the mattress, and hold her down with a hand at the small of her back.

She yelps when I lift her nightgown.“Daddy!”

“I’m just checking your bottom to make sure you didn’t bruise from my spanking.”

She squirms against the bed as I squat down and examine her closely, pulling her little cheeks apart just to embarrass her.

“It looks good.I think you can tolerate a harder spanking next time,” I declare.

She groans.I love the sounds she makes.

I nearly drag her by the hand toward the bathroom, where I point to the toilet.“Potty.I’ll be right back.”I leave her to pee while I pick out some clothes.

When I return, she’s washing her hands.She turns and looks at the pile of clothes I’m holding.“That’s a lot of material, Sir.”

“Sassy girl.There will be times I take you out dressed super Little, but only if we’re going to Surrender or to someone else’s house for a playdate.You can rest assured that when I take you to a vanilla public location, I’ll keep our relationship discreet.”

That seems to please her.She stands taller.“Thank you, Daddy.”

I squat in front of her first with pink panties that sayDaddy’s Girlin red across the front and back.They match the bra she had on yesterday afternoon, and I stand to grab it next.

She giggles.“I thought I buried that in the hamper.”

“You failed.Arms up.”

She lifts her small arms, letting me pull the extremely babyish bra over her head.

I take my time easing it over her breasts, teasing them, dragging the elastic over her nipples.

Her breath hitches as I settle the training bra under her little boobs, cup them, and flick her nipples.She leans toward me and braces herself by grabbing my hips.

I bend so that my mouth is against her ear.“Are you already wet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like it when I play with your nipples, don’t you, Little one?”

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