Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Lily

The entire car ride home had been quiet. Not the bad kind of quiet, but the kind where Lily knew what was coming and didn’t dare test Greyson’s patience any further. She’d hated disappointing him, but even though she had, he had still been sweet to her during the rest of their shopping trip.

Now, as they walked through the front door of her house, she turned to him hesitantly, shifting on her feet.

Greyson set the shopping bags down in the hallway and gave her a pointed look. “Go use the potty, baby girl,” he said firmly.

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded quickly and hurried to the bathroom, her legs shaking as she went.

She knew Greyson would never hurt her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. She hadearnedthis spanking, and she knew it.

After she finished, she washed her hands and slowly made her way back to the living room, where Greyson was already sitting on the couch, his large frame taking up most of the space. He looked socalm, his arms resting against the cushions, his legs spread slightly, his expression relaxed, but the authority was radiating off him.

He patted his thigh, motioning for her to come closer.

Lily swallowed and stepped forward until she was standing directly in front of him, her tummy doing somersaults.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked, his voice steady but firm.

She nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. It’s red.”

He gave her a slow nod of approval. “Good girl. Now, why you’re getting this spanking?”

Lily’s lower lip trembled. “Because I wandered away from you in the store.”

“That’s right. And why was that wrong?”

She swallowed hard, already feeling terrible for being so naughty. “Because I could’ve gotten lost.”

“Exactly,” he murmured. “I need you to listen to me when I tell you something, babygirl. My job is to keep you safe. And when you don’t stay by my side, I can’t do that. Understand?”

Lily nodded quickly, her hands clenched at her sides. “I—I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I know you are, sweetheart.”

And then, before she could react, Greyson reached for her wrists and gently guided her over his lap.

Her breath hitched as she settled against his thighs, her upper body resting against the couch while her legs dangled off the other side. He placed one firm hand on the small of her back, tracing slow circles to ground her before his other hand lifted.

Smack!

Lily gasped, her fingers clutching at the couch cushion as the first swat landed.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of each sharp swat echoed through the room, sending heat blossoming across her bottom, even through the fabric of her panties. It wasn’t unbearable, but it stung —and the sting only increased with every firm smack of his palm.

“I expect you to listen to me, little one,” Greyson lectured between swats, making her feel even worse for wandering off. “You are my responsibility, and I don’t take that lightly.”

Lily whimpered, her legs shifting slightly as she fought the urge to squirm. “I-I know, Daddy… I’m s-sorry…”

“Not as sorry as you’re about to be, babygirl.”

And then she felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down, exposing her already warm, pinkened skin.

Her entire body went rigid.

“Nooo ,” she whined, hiding her face in the couch cushions.

Greyson let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing her lower back in reassurance before he started again.

The first swat to her bare skin made herjump.

Smack!

It was sharper, more intimate, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lily whimpered loudly, her legs kicking slightly with each firm smack.

“Are you going to wander off again, babygirl?” Greyson asked, his voice still as steady as ever.

“N-no, Daddy!” she yelped, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

“Good.”

Smack!

Her bottomburned, the warmth seeping deep into her skin, making her feel small and scolded, yetso taken care ofall at once.

After a few more swats, Greyson finally stopped, his large hand resting gently over the heated skin of her backside.

“Shhh,” he soothed, running his hands up and down her back. “It’s over, babygirl. You took your punishment so well.”

Lily sniffled, her chest heaving slightly as she shifted, allowing him to pull her panties back up before he effortlessly lifted her into his arms, cradling her.

She curled into him immediately, her face buried in his neck, her fingers clinging to his shirt. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I won’t do it again.”

Greyson held her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I know, sweetheart.”

She sniffled again, but a deep warmth spread through her as he rocked her gently, his strong arms wrapped securely around her.

Her bottom hurt, but her heart was so full and happy.

Lily sat on the edge of her bed, nervously twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers as Greyson knelt in front of her, unfolding a soft, pastel-pink diaper.

“Lay back for me, babygirl,” he instructed.

Her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, settling against the blankets as he guided her legs apart.

“I can do it myself, you know…” she mumbled, though she made no effort to stop him.

Greyson smirked, sliding the diaper beneath her. “I know you can , sweetheart. But that’s not the point, is it?”

Lily’s lips parted, but no words came out. He was right.

The familiar crinkle surrounded her as he pulled the diaper snugly between her thighs, fastening the tapes so it was secure. Then he smoothed a hand over the front, squeezing her hip in reassurance, which made her heart flutter.

“There we go,” he said, helping her sit up. “All ready for your pretty dress.”

He reached for the frilly pastel dress he had picked out for her, a soft lavender one with delicate lace trim and a full skirt that flounced with every tiny movement.

She let him slip it over her head, feeling instantlyLittleas he adjusted the fabric, making sure she looked just right.

But despite the warmth and tenderness of his care, a small knot of anxiety curled in her stomach.

“What if they don’t like me?” she asked softly, playing with the hem of her dress. “Sasha is my only Little friend.”

Greyson crouched in front of her again, his large hands smoothing over her soft thighs. “Theywilllike you, babygirl,” he assured her. “But if at any point you’re uncomfortable, we’ll leave. No questions asked.”

Lily swallowed, nodding. Those few words made her feel better.

“Come here,” he said softly, pulling her onto his lap and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to have fun, I promise.”

She sure hoped he was right.

The Littles' play area was filled with soft laughter, crayons scattered across tables, dolls lined up having tea parties, and plush blankets covering cozy corners.

Greyson introduced Lily to a few other Daddies and their littles. Maddie, who was coloring with a sparkly pink marker; Ruby, who clutched a stuffed unicorn tightly to her chest; and Gabby, a shy girl who lit up the moment Lily complimented her hair bows.

It didn’t take long before Lily was immersed in play, painting at one of the small tables while Greyson caught up with old friends.

But even as she chatted and played, her gaze kept drifting over tohim.

He looked so effortlesslycommandingas he stood with the other Daddies, his deep voice rumbling in conversation. But every time their eyes met, his expression softened, his lips curling slightly in that way that told her he was thinking ofher.

Several times throughout the night, she abandoned whatever she was doing just to run up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Having fun, baby?” he’d ask, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Yes. Thank you for bringing me,” she’d answer, tilting her face for a kiss.

Every time he kissed her, it was like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Later, she painted him a picture. A big blue heart with their names inside. When she proudly handed it to him, he traced his fingers over the paper and smiled. “This is going on my fridge, babygirl.”

Her heart swelled.

By the end of the night, exhaustion started creeping in, her body grew heavier as she yawned and rubbed her eyes.

Greyson noticed straight away.

“Time to go home, sweetheart.” He lifted her into his arms without hesitation.

She curled against his chest as he carried her out to the truck, the cool night air making her snuggle even closer.

The ride home was quiet, the streetlights casting soft patterns against the window as she rested her head against the seat. Lily was quiet, thinking about how much fun she’d had tonight.

After a few minutes, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Daddy…”

“Yeah, baby?” He glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

Lily paused, twisting her fingers in her lap. “When we get home… I wanna take a shower and… come out of Little space.”

Greyson’s hand tightened slightly on the wheel.

“Oh? And why’s that, babygirl?”

She swallowed, her face heating. “Because…” She took a moment to compose herself and then let out a breath. “Because I wanna have someadult time with you.”

Silence stretched between them for a beat.

Then, Greyson reached over, trailing his fingers slowly up her thigh.

“You sure you’re ready for that?”

Lily nodded, her pulse racing. “Yes.”

Greyson exhaled slowly, his fingers squeezing gently.

“Then let’s get you home, babygirl.”