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Daddy Says(9)



Sawyer chuckled and Jane just shook her head in disbelief. After getting her purse from the break room, he took her hand again, leading her out of the restaurant. Her eyes grew wide again when a silver sedan pulled up, the driver exiting the vehicle to come around to the side.

“Jane, I’d like you to meet Richard. Richard, this is Miss Jane Knight.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss,” Richard said, giving a brief nod of his head as he opened the back door.

“Hello,” Jane said, looking from him to Sawyer. “You have a driver?”

“Sometimes I do,” Sawyer said. “Tonight I’d prefer spending my time focusing on you rather than on the roads.” He slipped his hand to the small of her back and guided her into the car, sliding in beside her.

Once he closed the door, Richard slid behind the wheel. Sawyer gave him an address after which the divider between the front and back raised.

“How did you know my address?” Jane asked. Before he could answer, she smiled. “Never mind, I forgot you’re some sort of computer nerd.”

“Nerd?”

She giggled and he found the sound delightful. “I didn’t mean it in an insulting way. I just meant you could access my computer…”

When she abruptly stopped speaking, he took her hand. “That was only with your permission. The moment you terminated the session, that permission was revoked. I will never invade your privacy, Jane.”

“Oh, okay.” After a moment, she said, “May I ask you a question?”

“I’m sure you’ll be asking many questions, and I will always answer if I am able to do so, or explain why I can’t.”

Her voice dropped to a mere whisper as her eyes darted toward the front seat. “Can Richard hear us?”

“Not unless I press the intercom button. But let me assure you that if he could, you’d need not worry. He is very discreet and would never divulge anything he might witness.”

She looked up at him. “You’re not just a dom, are you? I mean, you are more of a daddy dom?”

“I am many things, but, yes, I would consider it a great honor if you’d allow me to be your daddy as well.”

“What… what if I don’t like it? I mean, you sounded very determined about the… the spanking part?”

Sawyer smiled and had her seatbelt unbuckled and pulled her onto his lap before she could protest. Wrapping his arms around her, he bent to kiss her cheek. “You’re correct in that I’m a determined man in many aspects. And, baby girl, the truth is that if you like it, then I won’t be doing it right. A punishment spanking is just that—punishment. It is supposed to hurt. It is intended to teach you the consequences of misbehavior in hopes that you learn not to repeat the misdeed. If your little bottom isn’t burning by the time I let you off my lap or release you from a position you’ve taken to receive discipline, then what would be the point?”

“We could just discuss any… um—”

“Naughtiness?” he offered with a grin. “We could and we shall. I will make sure that you know exactly why you are going to be spanked, but it is my responsibility as your daddy to not only take care of you, but to help you become the best person you can be. If, as you say, you don’t like being spanked, then remember what I said about control. Control your behavior and you will control your need to be disciplined.”

She sighed, not speaking for several minutes and then looked up at him. “You said ‘punishment spanking’ like there is some other kind.”

“There is,” Sawyer said, giving her a little hug. “And those kinds of spankings are ones I promise you will enjoy.”

It was obvious she doubted him by the way her forehead furrowed, but then she smiled. “I think I’ve read about those kinds. Funishment—that’s the name, right?”

“Yes, that’s one term, but I like to think of them as ‘good girl spankings’.”

“Maybe we should start with one of those,” she suggested, causing him to chuckle and hold her tighter.

“Good try, but not tonight.”

“Why not? I thought I was in control. That I got to decide.”

Taking her chin in his fingers, he tilted her head so that their eyes locked. “You did decide the moment you took that first step. Tell me, do you honestly feel that you haven’t been the least bit naughty? That you don’t feel a little guilty about the way you’ve behaved not only toward me, but toward your coworkers and Mr. Arturo?”

“I-I guess.”

“You guess?”

Her shifting on his lap answered the question before she nodded. He bent forward and kissed her forehead. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I know you’re a little scared, but, I promise, the moment the spanking is over, you’ll feel much better.”

She sighed, but when she laid her head against his chest, her body relaxing into him, he smiled and treasured the trust she was gifting him with.





Chapter Seven





Jane was very glad that she’d been so determined to keep her mind off of Sawyer that she’d cleaned the entire house. Passing him the key when he held out his hand, she waited until he opened the door, loving the feel of his hand against her back as he stepped aside to allow her to enter first. It wasn’t until the door closed that she wondered how that same hand would feel against a different part of her anatomy.

“Relax, little one.”

“What?”

“You’re trembling. You have nothing to worry about.”

She couldn’t help herself, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Easy for you to say. You’re going to be the one doing the smacking.”

When he chuckled, she couldn’t believe she heard herself asking, “So, where do you want me?”

“At the table,” Sawyer said.

Her eyes flicked to the table, imagining herself bent across its top, her hands gripping the edge as he pushed up her skirt and… She gave a little squeal as he touched her. Not to lift her clothing, but to slip an arm around her waist as he smiled and held up the bag that Arnold had given him.

“We’ll eat first.”

She could feel her face heat. “Oh… um, okay. I’ll set the table.”

“No, you just sit down,” Sawyer countered, placing the bag on the table and pulling a chair out for her.

“Why? You don’t know where anything is.”

He shook his head. “Because Daddy said he wants you to sit down. I can see that you’re still wincing a bit. I want you off your feet.” He guided her to take a seat and then squatted, lifting her foot and removing her shoe. “Your ankle is still a bit swollen from the other night.” He removed her other shoe and then gently massaged both ankles. “We’ll have that checked out during your doctor’s appointment.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” she protested.

His eyebrow quirked as he looked up at her, his fingers still palpating the ankle she’d twisted the first night they’d met. “I see we are going to have to clear up a few things. The first being that when your daddy says you’ll be having your ankle checked, then, baby girl, you will be having it examined.”

She could only nod.

After a final, gentle rub, he stood and bent to kiss her cheek. “Now, direct me to the dishes and we’ll eat.”

Jane watched as he fixed her plate, cut her steak into bite-sized pieces, dabbed butter and sour cream on her baked potato, added a spoonful of broccoli and then set it in front of her. Only then did he serve himself.

Suddenly she remembered what he’d said. “You said at my doctor’s appointment but I don’t have an appointment.”

“You will,” Sawyer said. “The sooner we get the necessary details attended to, the sooner we can play.”

Though she wanted to ask what he meant about ‘playing’, she lost her nerve. Instead, she asked, “What necessary details?”

“You’ll need a physical and—”

“Why? I mean, I told the truth on the questions. I’m really a healthy person. I haven’t been sick in ages and—”

“And you were just naughty. Can you tell me what you just did?”

Naughty? Jane was taken aback. All she’d been doing was trying to explain that she didn’t want a physical. “Um… I disagreed with you?”

“No, sweetie, you interrupted me when I was speaking. That isn’t only impolite, it is disrespectful.”

“I was just… you’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Admitting you made a mistake is a good thing and apologizing for that mistake is another. As I was saying, you will have a physical as I need to be certain that you are not only healthy, but physically able to tolerate certain things.”

“Tolerate what? Like can I tolerate a spanking?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m positive that while you might not like a spanking, you’ll certainly be able to tolerate one. I’m talking about other things.”

Jane played with her food more than she ate it, but she couldn’t help it. Forget ‘other things’, all she could think about was the spanking he’d promised. Finally, she set her fork down. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but I really don’t think I can eat. Not when I’m so nervous.”