Page 137 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Brady

Cassie fell asleep quickly in his arms. Her warm body snuggled up against his gave him the feeling that they would be able to make it work. His comfort was interrupted by the throbbing hard-on that was caused by seeing his adorable wife in ruffled panties with a pacifier in her mouth. She had looked adorable and picture-perfect when he’d gotten her changed. Her blushing cheeks were a giveaway regarding how shy she was feeling about it all, but that just made his dick throb more.

He'd been shocked when she’d come to him and agreed to be his Little. Brady had never been prouder of his wife for making the decision to try what he’d suggested, even though he knew it would be hard for her.

Brady woke up to feeling Cassie squirming in his arms. He didn’t know how long they’d been sleeping. Looking at the bedside table clock, he realized they’d slept for over three hours. Rubbing his hand over her thigh, she squirmed again and turned to face him. She still looked sleepy as she snuggled her face up against his chest.

“Hey, baby girl, how’d you sleep?”

“Really good. I was really tired,” she replied after she pulled the pacifier free from her lips. “I need to pee.”

“Okay, baby girl. Let’s go.”

He climbed out of bed and held his hand out for her. She slid her small hand into his and followed him to the bathroom.

“I can go by myself,” she said when he didn’t leave her.

Brady smiled to himself, knowing she wasn’t going to like his answer.

“Cassie, you’re my Little girl now, and Little girls need their Daddies help in the bathroom.”

Cassie was silent for a moment before she replied. “But I’m not a real Little girl. We’re just playing pretend.”

It bothered Brady that she said they were playing pretend. This wasn’t a pretend thing for him or something that was going to be temporary, and she needed to get used to that.

“This isn’t pretend, Cassie. I told you it was going to be this way going forward.”

Cassie lifted her gaze to him, and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“You really expect me to go to the bathroom in front of you, Brady?” she asked.

Brady raised his eyebrow at her, waiting for her to realize she’d called him by his first name. He was pleased when she corrected herself.

“Sorry, I meant Daddy. I’m not used to calling you Daddy.”

“I know you’re not, but you need to get used to it. Otherwise, you will find yourself bent over my knee getting your bottom spanked to help you remember.”

Cassie stuck her bottom lip out slightly in a pout. She started squirming more urgently, and Brady realized she was doing the potty dance.

“Yes, Cassie, I expect you to go potty in front of me, and I will clean you up when you’re done.”

Her eyes went big and she gasped. “You are not wiping me after I go to the bathroom!”

Her wide eyes turned into a glare.

“Watch your tone, Little girl. Now, go potty unless you’d prefer I put you in a diaper,” he said firmly.

Cassie looked at him in complete shock but hustled to pull her panties down and sit on the toilet.

“I know this is a new experience for you, and I know there are parts of it that are going to be uncomfortable, but that comes along with this dynamic. You need to realize that now and accept it because if you continue to fight me on it, you will be a very unhappy little girl with a sore bottom and early bedtimes.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she replied in a whiny voice.

She rested her elbows on her knees as she stared at the floor.

“There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about between a Daddy and his Little.”

She fidgeted silently on the toilet.

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