Page 47 of Controlling Natasha

She nods slowly.

“Age play is about making you all tingly.When you stood in front of the mirror and saw yourself for the first time in that training bra, were you aroused?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

“I bet your nipples were hard little points all day because all you could think about was how naughty it was to be wearing something so scandalous.”

She hesitates.“Yes, Sir.”

“So, maybe the real issue you have is not that you’re worried about someone seeing your training bra.Maybe it’s that it makes you feel so very naughty that you can’t focus.Is that possible?”

Her mouth falls open, and then she sighs.“Yes, Sir.”

“Then, perhaps what you need to say to me is, ‘Daddy, I can’t focus in class when I’m wearing a babyish training bra under my shirt because it reminds me constantly that I’m Little.I need a more adult headspace when I’m in class.’”

A single tear runs down her face.

I tug her closer even though I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t want her to cry.Wrapping her in my arms, I pull her between my legs and rub her back.She’s tugging at my heartstrings.

She doesn’t break into a full sob, but she does sniffle against my chest.“You’re right,” she chokes out.

I smile and whisper in her ear, “I don’t need to be right, Little one.I only need you to be happy.You can wear regular bras to class, but one of these days, I’m going to sit in the armchair in my room while you put on every one of those training bras and model them for me.”

She giggles through her sniffles.“Okay, Daddy.”

I groan and hold her closer.“I like the sound of that, but it’s not going to get you in my bed yet.”

She leans back.“You said if I started calling you Daddy…”

“I also said you needed a week to think about everything.It’s been four days.”

“But I don’t need a week.”

I narrow my gaze at her.“If you argue with Daddy, I’ll make it two.”

She pouts.“Yes, Sir.”

I pat her bottom.“Now sit so we can eat dinner.You need to get to bed early tonight.You’ve had a long, stressful day.”

“Yes, Sir.Can I text Simone after dinner to see if she is free to come over tomorrow after class?”She takes her seat and pulls her chair up to the table.

“Yes, but only as many texts as it takes to work that out.Then you turn your phone off and get into bed.No calls.And you may not ride home with Simone.Albert will pick you up as usual.”

“Why?That’s so wasteful since she’ll be coming here at the same time, Sir.”

“For one, because I said so, and you’ll learn not to argue with Daddy.When I tell you to do something, you should just do it without questioning me.For another thing, you’re grounded from riding with Simone indefinitely because you intentionally didn’t come home by curfew.”

“Grounded?”Her voice lifts in both pitch and volume.

Edith bustles into the room at that moment with a pitcher of water.She fills our glasses.

“Yes, grounded.Are you familiar with the concept, Little one?It’s what happens when you defy Daddy and do something naughty and get caught.”

Her cheeks turn pink as I reprimand her in front of Edith.

Edith says nothing.

Natasha squirms in her seat.

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