I stop brushing to tug her head back tightly against my chest. Unlike her, I’m wearing jeans. I haven’t put a shirt on yet, but my cock is covered. I slide one hand up between her breasts and cup her neck and chin. “One hard swat, naughty girl. Not a full-blown spanking. And no, I won’t fuck you afterward.”
Her breath hitches. She likes it when I pull her hair. She apparently likes it when I hold her like this—my hand around her throat, gripping her chin.
Holding her gaze, I glide my hand from her neck to her breast, cup the globe, and pinch her nipple.
She gasps and rises onto her toes.
“Do you like that, Little one?” I’m still holding her nipple hostage.
“No, Sir.” Her voice is slightly high-pitched. “I don’t think so, Daddy.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I give a slight twist before I release the bud to finish brushing out her hair.
She’s more contrite as I work.
“How about pigtails?”
“High ones like I see Littles wearing at Surrender?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never tried them.”
“Well, here’s the beauty of things like this. We can experiment. We’ll try all kinds of fun things until we know what you like and don’t like.”
“I don’t like having my nipple twisted,” she grumbles.
“Good to know. Just to be sure, I think that’s an excellent deterrent when you’re being sassy today. We’ll find out if you truly like it or not.”
She narrows her gaze, eyeing me in the mirror. “I get the feeling my reactions are going to cause you to do the opposite of what I want.”
I grin. “Absolutely. If you like having your nipples pinched, I’ll stop using it as a punishment. If you hate it, perfect form of discipline.”
She groans. “Daddy… That’s so manipulative.”
“You sassing me is manipulative, too.”
“But you like it when I sass you. I know you do because it makes you laugh.”
I smirk. “You’re right. I love it. I’m certain it’s the first thing that appealed to me about you. But I also like getting a rise out of you. It’s going to be fun. Like our own little game. You do naughty things and sass me. I respond with the unexpected. Trial and error.”
She’s quiet while I part her hair, gather it into two sections, and put it up in two high pigtails. “Come,” I say as I set the brush down. “Let’s find something for you to wear.”
I guide her to my closet. She hasn’t been in my walk-in closet yet. She’s in for a treat. I suspect she’ll be shocked. With my hands on her shoulders, I angle her into it and turn her toward the right.
She gasps. “Oh my goodness…” She twists to look at me over her shoulder. “When did you buy all this?”
“I’ve been filling this closet all week, Little one.”
She steps closer and reaches up to touch some of the dresses. Are her fingers shaking? When she faces me, there are tears in her eyes, and she bolts back to me and throws her arms around me.
I bend a bit, lift her up under her bottom, and hold her against me.
She wraps her arms around my neck and her feet around my waist. My girl is naked. Her wet pussy is against my stomach. My cock is fucking hard. Again.
I could eat her up. I have eaten her up. I could do it all day. But I need to feed her breakfast before she withers away.
She’s kissing me all over my face.
