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He stroked her cheek again. “You will be pampered and adored. You will play, laugh, and have fun.”
“All the time?” She looked stunned.
“Most of the time.” He nodded toward the corner. “Except when you’re naughty.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a naughty girl, you know. My parents didn’t allow that.”
“Did they punish you when you misbehaved?” He’s always wondered and was curious as to how her life had been. He’d only been privy to seeing her on that picnic table with her friends, or sometimes in town with her family. He hadn’t ever seen inside her home.
“No,” she whispered.
He frowned. “They didn’t discipline you?” That was slightly surprising since she seemed well-behaved and agreeable.
She looked at him for several seconds. “I was never naughty.”
Oh. Wow.
She squirmed on her seat, tears welling up in her eyes.
Shocked, he covered her hand with his. “What’s wrong, Little one?” He glanced down at her lap, wondering if something was hurting her. Maybe one of the straps?
“I don’t want you to spank me or put me in timeout, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
He scooted closer, cupped her face with both hands, and held her gaze. “You are a good girl, Jezebel. I know that. And I don’t want you to worry about getting your bottom spanked. It’s not going to be anything like you’re imagining. I promise.” How could he explain himself?
The tears rolled down her cheeks. Silent tears.
Arion’s chest tightened as he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Sweet girl, getting spanked is part of our lifestyle. I know it’s foreign to you right now, but trust me when I say you’re going to enjoy it.”
She gasped.
He nodded. “Most Little girls do naughty things on purpose because they like getting spanked.”
Her eyes went wider, her mouth falling open.
“Let’s finish breakfast, and then I’ll show you.” He swiped her cheeks again, sat back to take another bite, and then offered her one.
“Show me?” she asked, ignoring the spoon in front of her.
“Yes. I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know.”
Fair enough. “Have I done anything yet to cause you concern?”
She chewed on her bottom lip. Watching her think so hard was a pleasure. “I’m concerned that you’re going to expect me to use a diaper,” she admitted.
He held the bite closer until she finally opened her mouth to accept it.
“I won’t force you to use a diaper, Little one. You’ll use them when you’re ready.”
She winced. “Why would I ever be ready to do that?”
“Because you’re going to submit to me deeper than what you’re used to seeing in the valley. You’re going to learn to crave it. You’ll do so because it pleases me, and it’s rewarding. Eventually you’ll give up the fight and let yourself relax enough to no longer care if your diaper is wet. You’ll enjoy the closeness we’ll share, especially when I take care of you so intimately. Especially when I lay you on the changing table and clean up your bottom.”
She stared at him, not believing a word. It was plain on her face, but he didn’t mind. She would understand in time. He needed to have patience.
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