Daddy Says(6)

The medical ones were relatively easy as she’d had the chickenpox but not measles, had received the normal vaccines as a child, had never been hospitalized, had no known allergies, and had never broken any bones. She blushed a bit when checking that she’d lost her virginity at seventeen, never had an STD, and, no, while she didn’t take the pill, she did practice birth control by receiving a shot every three months. She clicked box after box then hit continue and waited for the next questions to appear.

It wasn’t until the fourth screen that she squirmed a bit. These were definitely more invasive but, then again, far better than having to actually look him, or anyone really, in the eye and give her answers. Perhaps this was just a way to cut through all the things one hesitates to discuss? Better to answer in the privacy of her own room, looking at a screen, right? How many sexual partners would be considered too many? One… two? When she realized her fingertip was scrolling the little arrow up and down, she giggled. If there were that many numbers to choose from, she was probably safe with the truth. She’d had three. Okay, that wasn’t so hard, was it? No lightning bolt had shot through the ceiling, and no disapproving chorus of ‘Jezebel’ rang out.

Oh, Lord! Seriously? Did he really need to know these things? How did knowing if she found it easy to reach orgasm help him? So he can know how long you’ll be writhing and begging before gazing into your eyes as you come apart in his arms, of course.

She considered fibbing a bit about her sexual encounters, suddenly wondering if she was as inexperienced as these questions were making her feel. Far from virginal, she was beginning to feel a bit inadequate. No, she never came from vaginal penetration alone, and she had no idea if anal penetration would get her off as she’d never been brave enough to try that. The very thought made her both squirm and blush furiously. Yes, clitoral stimulation was usually a surety in making her climax. Did she masturbate and, if so, how often? Did she use toys in pleasuring herself? And, shit… did some women really come from nipple stimulation alone? “Lucky ladies,” she whispered as she moved to the next screen.

Hard limits. Thanks to her choice of reading materials, she at least knew what most of these were. But how was she supposed to know if they were off-limits if she’d never tried some… okay, almost all of them? Could she even consider that pathetic smack of her last boyfriend’s hand against her ass—her denim-covered ass—to be a spanking? It had taken her a lot of courage to ask for Joe to try a little kink, and after only a few strokes, he’d informed her that he felt it ridiculous for a grown woman to want to be spanked. She’d felt humiliated. It had been her first quasi-spanking and their last date. So, she couldn’t honestly tick off that she didn’t want to at least experience a paddle, a hairbrush, and call her a fool, but her sex had always clenched when reading about the sound of a belt swishing through the air before it landed with a solid thwack on a bare butt. How would she know if the ‘line of fire’ often described would have her howling and swearing never again, or if it would have her promising to be a good girl? She clicked and unclicked several boxes, changing her answers as she tried to decide what she should enter.

She screamed and practically fell off the bed when suddenly a box appeared superimposed over the list. Oh, God, how could she possibly have forgotten that he was able to see what she was doing?

Jane? Honey, it appears you are having a bit of difficulty. I wanted to assure you that these answers are not chiseled in stone. If you haven’t any experience with a question, leave it blank. As we try different implements, positions, and scenarios, you will be able to fill in your answer with honesty. Even then, as you grow and become familiar with various options, what might be a hard limit at first, might change. Remember, there is no judgment, no right or wrong answer. I hope that helps?

It did. She saw a box beneath his and typed: Yes, sir. It helps—a lot. Thank you.

You’re welcome, little one. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. I’m here for as long as you need, okay?

She smiled and quickly typed: Okay.

Leaving most of the boxes blank, she moved on to the next screen. This section had her heart beating faster. It also had her digging deep. No, she’d not been spanked as a child. Punishment consisted of being sent to her room or grounded. Yes, she sometimes felt overwhelmed. Yes, she thought being held accountable helped a person make better decisions.

After clicking that box, she wondered if she was somehow sealing her fate. Would he consider accountability could only be learned after turning her ass into a burning inferno as his note had stated?

Inferno? Okay, fine, that had been her little addition. Surely he hadn’t been completely serious about even the use of the word ‘burn’. It was very likely he was using words that painted a picture, allowing them to make his submissive shudder with anticipation. Still, from these questions, it seemed she could expect not to sit comfortably if she disappointed him in some way. With a sigh, she decided to leave the answers she’d given alone. As he’d just said, they weren’t chiseled in stone. The last question had her tummy tingling and her mind in a tug of war with her heart.

Have you ever fantasized about having a daddy? She didn’t have to wonder what sort of daddy. These questions, this entire website, had nothing to do with biological parenting. This was about roleplaying, fantasy, adults choosing to explore and experience all sorts of sexual kink and erotic play together. But no matter what Sarah had said, if Mr. Masterson was truly a daddy dom, could she be the type of submissive he was looking for? Did she even want to be?

Granted, she didn’t own a single piece of sexy-as-sin lingerie, but could she picture herself in some outfit meant to regress her to an age far beneath her chronological one? And God, what if he wanted to treat her as one would an infant? Could she drink from a bottle or wear a diaper? Would he stick a pacifier into her mouth whenever he didn’t wish to listen to her? Would she be able to give up her own thoughts, her voice? Finally, with a sigh, she unclicked the ‘Yes’ box, changing her answer to ‘No,’ then unclicking it as well.

Her finger hovered over the power button on her laptop and yet she didn’t push it. Even though she’d not done it on purpose, she felt she had led him on and now owed him an apology. She began to type in the text box in the lower left corner of her screen.

Daddy…

With a gasp, she pounded the backspace button after realizing what she’d just entered. Taking a deep breath, she began again.

Mr. Masterson—Please don’t think that I am judging you or your beliefs, but I feel I must decline your invitation. I do think that you will make some woman very happy… someone waiting to be your special little girl… I just don’t think it can be me.

Jane

Sending the text, she didn’t wait to see if he would respond, not trusting herself to remain strong and listen to her head and not her heart. This time, she pressed the button to power off her computer and shut the lid. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss at knowing her journey was over before it began, but she understood the truth. Fantasy was just that… an illusion.



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Sawyer shook his head as he read Jane’s message. His fingers were on the keys, his message halfway completed when he was informed that the connection had been broken—not interrupted, not lost, but terminated. That only happened one way: Jane had shut her computer off. By doing so, she’d not only revoked her permission for him to access her computer remotely, she’d made her choice to terminate any future relationship. He’d lost her.

Shit! No, it was far more likely that this entire process had scared her. That having to sit and look at some faceless computer screen with question after question asking about increasingly more personal details about her life had finally been more than she could take. Hell, it would probably be more than anyone could take. Looking at his screen that only displayed the website logo, he shook his head. It didn’t matter that others had been very successful in using technology to find their perfect mate. He knew he’d never again go this route. He also knew that he wasn’t ready to give up on Jane. There was something about her that woke every instinct within him. He could already see her in his arms to be cuddled, over his knees to be disciplined, and in his bed to be loved.

He’d seen her eyes, watched her quiver when he’d simply brushed her hair back. Her breath had quickened; her nipples had hardened. The young woman was not disinterested… she was simply too afraid or too embarrassed to admit she had desires she had yet to explore. He had smiled the instant he’d seen the word ‘Daddy’ appear, expecting her to perhaps ask for more details about the dynamic. But he had watched the five letters disappearing one by one to be replaced by a formal salutation. No, despite her shutting down her computer, he was nowhere near ready to shut off their connection. He’d just go at this a different way. With that decided, he closed his laptop. He wouldn’t need it again.

Standing, he left his study. He believed in old-fashioned ways; he’d use that belief to convince Miss Knight that she would indeed be his little one.