“Hands behind your back, feet wider.”
I assume his requested position, shivering as my nipples harden. I’m so exposed, which makes me off-kilter. He knows this.
“How many times have you been to Surrender, Simone?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. A hundred?” I’m guessing.
“Have you ever deliberated this long on what to wear?”
I think back. “No, Sir.”
“Why is tonight different, Baby girl?”
I shrug and whisper, “I don’t know. I guess because I’ve never been there with a Daddy.”
“Do you think it matters to me what you’re wearing?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you need me to make the decision for you?”
I blow out a breath. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl. Go put the pale-blue dress back on.” He holds out my panties. “And these. And bring me your hairbrush, two bands, and the matching ribbons.”
I turn back toward the closet, relieved that he’s taken the decision out of my hands. It’s much easier when he chooses for me. Most days, he dresses me himself. I think he was testing me to see what would happen if he told me to pick out my own clothes for tonight.
Ten minutes later, I’m finally ready to go.
“Text your sister and let her know we’ll pick her up in fifteen minutes,” he says as he hands me my phone. He controls my phone, too. The truth is I like that he doesn’t let me have it all day long. It’s much easier for me to focus and get things done when I don’t have the ability to play games or scroll through social media all day.
With Daddy’s help, I’ve decided to open my own editing business. I’m just getting started, so I only have one client, but I’ve finished my first round of edits, and the author was pleased with my work. I call that a win.
A few days after the crazy day at the police station, Lillian moved into my apartment. It took Lillian and me that long to convince Daddy there was no real threat to her living there. She carries pepper spray in her purse. She texts us when she’s coming and going. She’s always careful.
Lillian has also been using my car. I don’t need it. I don’t go anywhere without Daddy. If we decide down the road that I need a vehicle, we can reevaluate.
My sister seems happy. Neither of our parents nor Herman Westheimer have contacted her yet. We’re both kind of surprised, but the longer they go without reaching out, the stronger Lillian gets. She won’t go back. I’m certain of that, but that doesn’t mean Mom and Dad wouldn’t do everything in their power to make her miserable, even from a distance. I know firsthand they’re capable of upsetting her.
She’s planning to register for some classes in the fall. She has an associate’s degree, but she has no idea what she might like to study. Taking a few classes at a time gives her something to do while she figures her life out.
Lord knows, neither of us has to work, but life would get boring super-fast without some structure. Hell, that’s why Daddy teaches at the university. He doesn’t like to be idle, either.
Tonight is important for a few reasons. One, it’s my first night going to Surrender with Daddy. Two, we’re taking Lillian with us. She’s been doing a lot of research, and she’s curious. I’m not positive if kink is in her future, but the best way to find out is to visit the club. Watch. Learn. See what makes her panties wet, so to speak.
The third reason tonight is big is that I’m going to meet one of Daddy’s friends, and he’s going to watch us do a spanking scene. Hopefully, observing my reactions will make it possible for him to give us some advice for the future.
Daddy has spanked me a few times since that first time, but not as long or as hard. This will be a test to see if I have the same reaction and can do so with someone watching. We won’t do it in front of the entire club. I’m definitely not ready for that. Daddy has arranged for us to have a private room.
Lillian is aware of my plans, and I’ve told her she can watch for the first part, but once I’m warmed up, she will leave the room. I might develop a much closer relationship with my sister in the coming months, but she doesn’t need to watch me orgasm. That’s crossing the line.
Daddy helps me into a dainty white sweater at the back door. I won’t wear it all evening, but it’s chilly late at night. I’ll be glad I have it when we head home.
I’m kind of surprised by my nerves. By the time we pick up Lillian and arrive at Surrender, I’m a ball of anxiety. That’s not like me. But this isn’t like any previous visit I’ve made to the club. I’m not here alone. I’m going to play this time. And no matter how much it shouldn’t bother me that Lillian is with us, I’m worried about her. She’s my sister. In a way, she’s my responsibility.
Daddy has told me several times that he will ensure she is safe at all times. I know he sees her as being under his protection as long as she’s single. I’m grateful, and his attentiveness to her endears him to me more every day.
Lillian is wearing a black dress because that’s what I suggested she would be most comfortable in. It’s short and flares out around her thighs. It shows off more of her skin than any dress she’s probably ever worn. Our parents certainly didn’t buy us anything as revealing as either of our dresses. Short with plenty of cleavage showing.
