Page 13 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Words, Frankie,” he reminded her. “I need you to say words.”
“Yes, I understand and consent to it.”
It wasn’t going to happen, though. If anything bad happened, she’d have to make sure he wouldn’t find out. He didn’t have to find out, and if anything happened, she wasn’t going to tell him unless he asked. Hopefully, he never asked.
“Do you have any questions about anything?” he asked.
Frankie thought about it for a second.
“You can ask questions at any point. So if you don’t think about anything right now, don’t worry,” Noah offered.
“Punishments,” she blurted out.
Dominic had said something about punishments and the people who worked there. Was that still a thing? She didn’t see anything on the paperwork she’d filled out.
“What about them?” he asked.
“Dominic said something about if I did something wrong here, I would get punished. Well, I would have to consent to it first on the form, but I didn’t see anything about it…” She trailed off at the end.
Did she really want to be asking this? No, she didn’t. Frankie didn’t want any type of punishment, but she knew it was important to ask. What if she did something wrong and got punished without giving her consent first?
“We do have that option. Some people who work here are Littles. The ones who are and don’t have a caregiver sometimes like to opt into getting punished by one of the vetted Doms or owners,” Noah explained. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you, so I didn’t bring it up this time. But if you want to do think about it, I can give you the paperwork.”
“I guess?” She sounded so unsure.
Noah searched her face, and she quickly looked down at her plate, which still had nuggies on it. Shereallywanted to eat another one, but she didn’t want to stuff her mouth when they were still talking.
“How about you think about it and let me know when you are ready,” Noah suggested. “No one will do anything until then. And if you aren’t comfortable with it being just anyone, you can say who you would like to deal with the punishment. If you do decide you want to be punished, if you do something that is against the rules, then we will need your hard and soft limits.”
“Lots of information,” she mumbled, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything about it. Now she was going to go home and think about it way more than she probably should, stressing about it until she gave him an answer. “It is a lot to think about, but we pride ourselves on everyone being safe here. If we don’t ask all these questions and have theform filled out truthfully, someone could get hurt. We don’t want that,” Noah explained. “All of this ensures everyone is informed and that we will be as safe as possible.”
“Right.” She nodded, kind of following what he was saying.
Frankie had only ever had one Daddy before, and he was long distance. Their dynamic was different since they’d never actually met up in person. Punishments were creative and harder on her. Corner time was the worst, and she couldn’t ever do those again.
“I can’t do corner time!” she rambled. “It’s a hard limit.” Frankie groaned, not believing she actually said that out loud. “I shouldn’t have just said. You didn’t ask.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay.
“May I ask why it’s a hard limit?” he asked. “Just so I know if anything else could trigger the same response.”
Looking up at Noah, she searched his face, but she didn’t see any anger. He was slightly concerned, making Frankie relax a little.
“I get into my head and start thinking. Then I can’t get out of it. I think about the punishment and how bad I was for a while after, even though I know the punishment is done and all is forgiven. I fidget and can’t stay still, which makes the time always restart,” she honestly said.
Her body would shake from the tremors sometimes, which resulted in her timer restarting. Her other Daddy didn’t understand that she couldn’t help it, or he just didn’t care. Frankie knew that was a red flag, and after he stopped listening to her and her reasoning, she broke it off with him, but it had stuck with her.
She was never good enough for corner time. Her previous Daddy would stick her in the corner randomly over the phone as practice because he knew she had to have done something naughty.
Another red flag she ignored in the beginning.
But Frankie was out of the relationship now, and she was healing.
“I’m glad you told me, Frankie. I’m proud of you.” Noah smiled.
“My old Daddy tried to help me get better at corner time, but with each time it just got worse.” she started to talk again. “I got so stressed that at any point he would stick me in the corner. I wouldn’t be good enough to complete it without having to restart the timer several times. Or that he would have to give up corner time for that day after an hour, since I couldn’t keep still.”
Shit. Did she just say that out loud to her new boss?
