She’s dazed and trembling as she stares at me. “Daddy…”
I lift a brow.
“That… You… My…” She draws in a ragged breath.
“Sit, Baby girl, and part your legs. I don’t want you to squeeze them together.”
She manages to climb back onto her chair and spread her legs, but she’s breathing heavily. She’s off-kilter. That was my plan.
“Sassy girls get swift funishments.”
She shakes her head. “That was not fun.”
“Is your pussy wet?”
She nods.
“I think that’s fun then, don’t you?”
She shakes her head again. “Not if you’re going to leave me like this.”
“Consider it foreplay. If you want me to keep you on edge all day, you can break all the rules as often as you want. I’ll torment you with quick punishments that will have you panting by the time I decide to have mercy on your sweet body.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I point toward the paper again. “Turn it over. The next list is serious items that are a matter of health and safety. Grab a pencil.”
She chooses black and closes the box. Good choice.
I rattle them off slowly while she writes. “I will not leave the house without permission. I will tell Daddy exactly where I’ll be at all times and text him when I change locations. I will keep the tracker on my phone on at all times. I will not drink alcohol. I will not drive in bad weather. I will not lie to Daddy. I will not go anywhere alone after dark. I will be home by nine unless I have special permission. I will not talk badly about myself.”
She says nothing while she writes the second list. When she’s done, she sets the pencil down and stares at it for a long time.
I’m not sure what she’s thinking, so I wait for a while before setting one of my hands over hers. “What’s wrong, Little one?”
She shoves her chair back, jumps down, and rushes over to throw herself at me.
I’m taken aback as I wrap my arms around her and pull her between my legs. I rub her back, surprised when she sniffles. “Simone…”
Finally, she says, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to do any of those things ever again, so you can put your paddle away. It’s going to get dusty if you leave it out.”
My heart seizes as I grasp what she’s talking about. I lift her and settle her on my lap. “Little one, you will eventually be able to go out again.”
She shakes her head, sending her ponytail flying. It’s becoming a trademark of hers—to shake her head so fast and hard that she whips hair into her face.
“Guess what? I don’t care whether you do those things or not, Little one. I’ll be waiting for you, pacing around, the entire time you’re gone the first few times you leave here without me. I’d rather you stayed with me all the time. But you will get through this, and you will want some independence again one day.”
“I won’t.” She pouts.
I shrug. “If you don’t, that’s okay, too.” I don’t need to argue with her. Simone is not the sort of woman who’s going to spend her entire life kneeling at my feet. As much as the idea appeals to me, I’m realistic.
“Natasha’s Daddy doesn’t let her do any of those things,” she argues, lifting her gaze. It’s almost comical. She says that like I’m a meanie for not insisting she never leave the house.
I pat her thigh. “Remember what I said about comparing yourself to other Littles. You’re not Natasha. Natasha is exceptionally submissive. She doesn’t like to get in trouble. She has different needs than you. She’s happier when Jameson imposes extremely strict limits. She needs boundaries. We will explore what you need from a Daddy, Simone, and I will give you exactly what you need. Never doubt that. But don’t compare yourself to any other Little, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “Will you be mad if I just want to stay in the house and find a job I can do from here?”
“There is nothing you can do or not do that will make me mad. Have you ever seen me mad?”
