Page 66 of Controlling Natasha

I smile.“That sounds like fun.”As soon as I sit on the chair, I wince.“Ouch.”When I glance at him, I remember to spread my knees and hook my ankles on the legs.

He chuckles as he pushes me in.Evil man.

After he takes his seat, he points toward a sippy cup in front of me.“Drink, Little one.You’ll need fluids after a spanking.”

The only time I’ve used a sippy cup was while studying at the kitchen table with Simone.Edith gave them to us, saying she didn’t want us to accidentally spill anything on our work or laptops.

But this is the dining room.I feel Littler as I reach for it.

“Two hands, Natasha,” Daddy admonishes.He has a thing for watching me drink with two hands.Every time I do it, I feel Littler, which he knows.

I down the entire sippy cup in minutes.It’s refreshing.I think it’s probably diluted apple juice.Why am I not surprised?

“Good girl.”

When Edith bustles in to fill Daddy’s cup with water, she silently takes my empty sippy cup and returns a minute later with a refill.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

As soon as she’s gone again, Daddy sets a hand on top of mine.“I had Edith prepare you a younger meal for tonight.It will help you stay in the Little headspace you’re in.”

I’m not sure what he means, but a moment later, Edith returns with two plates.She sets one in front of Daddy with what I think is roast and vegetables.The plate she sets in front of me is plastic and has compartments.It has apple sauce, mac and cheese, and chicken nuggets.

I giggle as she also sets down a chubby plastic spork.When I smile at her, she looks relieved.“Thank you, ma’am.”

She’s grinning as she returns to the kitchen.

Daddy reaches over and tucks my cloth napkin in the front of my dress.“How does the food look?”

“Delicious.”I haven’t had anything so simple since I moved in.I’m kind of excited.I can’t keep from laughing as I pick up the chubby spork and take a bite of the mac and cheese.“Mmm.”It’s so good.It’s not from a box.Edith would probably be horrified to prepare something from a box.

Somehow, I manage to eat, even though I’ve had a very crazy afternoon.The only thing propelling me to chew is the fact that this is comfort food, and I’m glad I’m able to swallow it.

Throughout the meal, Daddy dominates me in a hundred different ways.Sometimes, he just looks at me, and I know I need to adjust my legs or use both hands.He instructs me on how to hold my fork and tells me to chew my food better.He tells me to sit taller and stop fidgeting.

He repeats these things until I’m a ball of need, practically panting.It’s so hard to sit still, especially with my legs spread open, my panties wet, and my bottom burning.By the time we finish dinner, including ice cream, I’m so antsy I want to run from the room.

Daddy pushes my chair back and lifts me to set me on my feet.He tells Edith we’re going to retire for the evening and holds my hand as we climb the back stairs.

When we get to my room, he shuts and locks the door before leading me into the bathroom.He sits on the toilet and takes my hair down, running his fingers through it several times as it falls around my shoulders.

Daddy puts the stopper in the tub and turns on the water before he pulls me close, sets his hand on my neck, and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs.“Now I’m going to undress you and give you a bath.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper.I want him to do that.He’s never seen me naked.Except for my bottom earlier.I want his hands on me more than I want my next breath.

“Once we cross this line, there’s no going back.I’ll give you a bath every night from now on.”

I lick my lips as I start to tremble.“Always?”

“Every night, Little one.My hands will undress you and run over your body every night.”

I’m breathing heavily now.“I want that,” I tell him.“I want your hands on me.”

He slowly smiles.“You’re going to have my hands on you so often you won’t even be able to focus, Natasha.You’re going to feel like I’m touching you even when you’re at school and I’m at work.You’re going to feel my dominance all the time.My possessive instinct when it comes to you is off the chart.I own you, mind, body, and soul.”

He has said that many times.Maybe I should find it creepy or overwhelming.But I don’t.Whatever sickness he suffers that makes him like this with me, I’m afflicted by it, too.I want what he’s offering me.“Own me, Daddy.”

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