“Good girl. And if you think about disobeying once I leave, if you are a naughty girl and allow your fingers to play where they don’t belong, I promise that you’ll regret it.”
“Why… I mean… it’s not like I’ve never… or that you’ll kn…” He watched as a wave of color ran up from the neck of her gown to stain her face as she stumbled over her words.
Sawyer shook his head as she admitted that masturbation wasn’t a foreign concept and basically told him that she wasn’t worried about his finding out she’d ignored his instruction. Neither one of those was conducive to building a relationship… especially one as intimate and based on a level of deep trust as the dynamic of daddy/little, which was exactly what they both wanted.
“Because while you will experience a few moments of pleasure, instead of sweet dreams, you’ll find your mind will be filled with visions of you squirming and thinking about how you were naughty, how you disobeyed your daddy’s wishes. Unless you want to toss and turn picturing yourself making your confession, placing yourself over my knee and presenting your little bottom for a much longer, much harder spanking than the one you received earlier, including several swats on your little pussy, I’d suggest you consider if a few seconds of bliss is worth it.” He paused as if knowing she needed a moment to collect herself and then he said, “And, Janie?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I assure you I will know.” He heard her gasp as he drew each of her fingers into his mouth and licked away the evidence of her naughtiness. Once her hand was clean, he tucked the covers back around her, making sure Mr. Bear was in her arms this time. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”
“Good… goodnight, Daddy.”
Chapter Nine
Despite waking up hours before she normally would have, Jane knew she was running out of time. She’d already changed clothes a half-dozen times. What did one wear when spending their first full day together? “Definitely not this ratty shirt,” she mumbled, yanking it off. She’d just pulled on a button-down, sleeveless blouse in a soft yellow hue when the doorbell rang. Shocked that it could already be eight, she tugged on a skirt and then ran to the door even as she pushed small buttons through their corresponding holes. She didn’t want the bell to wake Sarah.
“Good morning, Janie,” Sawyer said, smiling down at her.
She’d already known he was very handsome, but today, dressed more casually in a pair of gray trousers and a white button-down shirt, instead of a suit, he seemed even more so. His black hair made his blue eyes appear even more vivid. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“May I come in?”
“Oh, yes, of course. I just need to run and get my shoes…” Her words cut off when, after stepping into the house, his hands reached out.
“Let me help you, honey.”
She felt her tummy flip when his fingers brushed the front of her blouse, and as the first button was pushed free, she lost her breath.
“Some little girl was in a hurry dressing, wasn’t she? You’ve misbuttoned your blouse.”
As he quickly and efficiently freed each button, she could feel her face heat. He wasn’t about to caress her… he was dressing her properly. Before she could worry about what he’d think seeing that her bra was doing a very poor job of concealing nipples that had hardened the moment he’d reached for her, he was done. And before she could feel too terribly disappointed, he pulled her to him, giving her a hug and bending to give her a kiss. It was a soft meeting of lips, but it heated her blood.
Lifting his head, he smiled again. “I’ve been waiting to do that again ever since I left you last night.”
“Me too,” she admitted softly.
“Run and get your shoes and a sweater. I don’t want you to get chilled.”
She nodded and was soon back, her white sandals on her feet and a sweater over her arm. “I didn’t know what to wear,” she confessed.
“You chose well. You look fresh as a daisy,” he said, taking the sweater from her and helping her into it. “Ready to go?”
Sliding her cell phone into her purse, she slipped the strap over her shoulder. “I guess, but I could really use a cup of coffee.”
“We’ll get something to eat in just a little bit,” he assured her. He placed a hand at the small of her back and led her from the house. After she’d closed the door, he jiggled the knob to assure it was locked and then reached down and took her hand.
“Where’s Richard?”
“I do like to drive occasionally,” he said, settling her into the front seat, reaching across to buckle her in, then pressing a kiss to her forehead before shutting her door and moving around the car.
Once he was seated, she angled her body toward him. “I have a confession to make.”
He looked over, his eyebrow quirked and she felt her face flush, his words of the evening before replaying in her head.
“Not about that… I mean, I didn’t, you know…”
“Play without permission?”
“Um, yes. I mean, no, I didn’t…”
He chuckled and reached over to give her hand a squeeze. “Breathe, sweetie, and just tell me.”
“I googled you that first night,” she blurted out.
“Good girl.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not. I’m actually pleased. It’s very important to be safe in this world, and the fact that you did a bit of research before making such a serious commitment tells me you are cautious.”
“May I ask you something?”
He looked over at her as they’d pulled to a stop at a light. “Remember, I’ve said that you may always ask me anything. This is new to you. I’d be very surprised if you don’t have about a million questions going through your head.”
She’d not really been thinking about that, but his words had her asking her first question. “But not new to you?”
“Just like you, I’ve had other relationships before,” he said, giving her hand another squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel. “But you are the only young woman I’ve seen as favored, and the only one who is important to me now.”
“But you’ve had a Little before?”
He looked at her again and smiled. “Janie, I’m not a man to kiss and tell, but I’ll say this much. I have had relationships that have included ageplay and those that have not. But, again, the only relationship I am invested in, one I’m very excited about exploring, is the one we have begun. The one we both committed to last night. Does that help answer your question?”
She nodded. It was reassuring in a way that she hadn’t really considered. Looking over, she smiled. “I guess it’s a good thing one of us knows what they’re doing.”
The sound of his chuckle washed over her. “I promise, I not only know what I’m doing, I’m quite anxious to share that knowledge with you. You just need to trust that your daddy will take care of everything. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” And with that address, the tension she’d begun to feel evaporated.
A few minutes later, he pulled to a stop, and she looked out the window and then back to him. “Is this your house?”
“No, this is the doctor’s office. It’s actually shared by several doctors.” He turned off the engine, and by the time he’d walked around the car, she had her seatbelt undone and the door open. Though he took her hand and helped her step out, he shook his head. “You need to wait for me to open your door.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, looking up at the house. “I’ve never heard of a doctor having his office in a house. And certainly not one like this.”
It was a two-story home, set back from the street, the sidewalks bordered by flower beds. A driveway ran up one side, and hanging baskets hung from hooks along the eaves over the railing. As they climbed the steps, she saw some wicker rocking chairs set along the length of the porch. “Wow, this is really pretty.” She looked up at him. “Sort of makes you forget what’s inside.”
“There’s no need to be nervous, sweetie. Dr. Harper and his partners all believe in making their patients feel as comfortable as possible.”
“Ah, so they don’t believe in needles! That’s good to know!”
He chuckled and reached to open the door. “Well, there will be needles, but there are also cute Band-Aids and treats for good little girls.”
“What about not so good girls?” she asked, furiously batting her eyelashes and attempting to look innocent.
Grinning, he shook his head. “Cute. But in answer to your question, naughty little girls get treated to a spanking, and they still get their shots when needed,” he said as if it was the most normal thing to say, and as she finally looked from him to her surroundings, she figured in this new world she’d stepped into, it most likely was.
The waiting room, which looked far more like a family room, was filled with large, overstuffed armchairs as well as a few settees designed to seat two. There was a colorful area rug in the center of the floor that actually had buildings, houses, and little streets printed on it to allow small toy cars to be driven about the town depicted on the carpet. An oak table sat close to one wall, chairs around it. A shelf next to it contained books and bins of blocks, cards, and crayons just waiting to be chosen by some young patient waiting to see the doctor. The walls were painted a light blue with a border of green depicting grass where large flowers were blooming. It was so unlike the stark doctors’ offices she’d visited that she couldn’t help but smile… until her eyes caught another shelf, one mounted much higher than the ones the toys and books sat on. It wasn’t the fact that several hooks had been mounted along the shelf’s edge that had her eyes going wide. It was what hung from those hooks. Paddles of different sizes and material waited to be plucked free and applied to a misbehaving Little’s backside. She shook her head. Surely they were for show? Perhaps meant to remind a recalcitrant patient that misbehavior would be frowned upon? No one would actually lift one free and give a spanking to their Little right in the middle of the waiting room, in full view of other people… would they?