Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Ripley

He called himself Daddy…

That’s all that kept replaying in my head while we talked. I should have seen the signs. Cade had every Daddy tendency, and even when he was trying not to be overbearing about certain things, it was obvious he’d been holding back. He’d held back a whole lot more since Randy passed, and it had been confusing, but maybe it was starting to make more sense? I know I hadn’t really given him any indication that I would welcome his hovering.

Now everything was being laid out in the open and I had to tell him about the ridiculous mess, literally and figuratively, I’d gotten myself into.

The pressure in my chest, the worry, the fear, the stress, it all seemed to melt away as I explained my morning from start to finish. Cade seemed highly entertained by the whole thing, and even when I got a little nervous, his smile and encouraging nod was enough for me to keep going. The whole time I talked he used a soapy washcloth to gently wash me clean. It was amazing, and I loved every second of it.

“So you have to sign that so I can give it back to Master Derek.” I pointed at the pink slip

“Just sign it, huh?”

“Well…” The butterflies danced in my tummy. “You’re supposed to sign it after a punishment, but I really don’t think that’s necessary. I will definitely never get in another paint fight. Mostly because I’ll never be around Wren and Reese and paint all at the same time ever again.” If I made sure to keep the paint away, then I wouldn’t find myself in this predicament again. It felt like sound logic to me.

“So if I were to sign it and not punish you, wouldn’t that be like a lie? How do you think Master Derek would feel about lies? What kind of Daddy would it make me if I helped you lie to the big man in charge? Or to anyone, for that fact?”

The butterflies flapped harder because I knew exactly where this conversation was going to get me. Over Daddy’s knee.

“Well, maybe I could just take a time out and think about it. Or maybe I can write an ‘I’m sorry’ letter to Miss Price. She’s the teacher in the Butterflies and that's where we were painting, or maybe?—”

“Ripley…” Cade’s tone was sharp, but not cruel. Just enough to get my attention and stop me from saying whatever I was going to say next.

I snapped my mouth shut.

“Who is the Daddy and who is the naughty Little girl in this situation?”

“I’m not naughty. I just got a little carried away, that’s all.” I blinked up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“That’s what happens with Little girls sometimes. That’s why they need a Daddy to help keep them on the straight and narrow, right? What else are we good for?” He tapped my nose.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a Daddy long enough to find out.”

“That’s fair. Well, let’s get the rest of this paint off you, then you can have a nice pre-lunch spanking, and then we can continue our conversation. How about that?”

“Or we could skip the spanking!” I suggested with all the excitement I could muster, trying to make it sound like it was the best idea anyone had ever idea’d.

“We could. But we are not going to. Daddy is going to spank your naughty bottom for the paint mess, but also so that we can start establishing our new roles. I want to be the Daddy to your Little side. I want to be the Dom to your submissive side. I want to be everything you want, and everything you need, because you’re already those things for me.”

My eyes teared up at his beautiful words, and suddenly I did care that I was going to get my bottom roasted. On the contrary, I wanted it. I wanted everything Cade had to offer. There was so much emotion in my throat I couldn’t get any words out, so I settled for a nod.

“Why don’t we try ‘Yes, Daddy’ on for size, shall we?”

Apparently the nod wasn’t going to suffice. I swallowed hard, trying to make it possible to speak. “Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl. Thank you.”

I stayed silent while he finished washing my body, then turned to my hair. He gave gentle instructions, and I followed without hesitation. Being taken care of in such a pure yet intimate way was like a dream come true.

If I had it my way, I would never wash my own hair again.

And his words. His proclamation. It all just kept replaying in my mind. My heart was so full, and by the time I found myself over his knee, still damp from my bath, I was as pliable as a ball of clay.

“Why are you over Daddy’s knee, little girl?” he asked, rudely pushing me out of my calm, peaceful, floaty space.

Why was I over his knee again? My brain was so clear of clutter that I could barely remember my own name, let alone answer his ridiculously difficult questions.

I stayed silent because anything I could think to say just didn’t feel right. Daddy rubbed my back gently, making me relax even more.

“Are you here with me, little Rip?”

“Mmm-mmm” I shook my head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Come on, up you go.” He helped me up into his lap and I happily snuggled in.

“I can’t spank you when you’re like this. I don’t think it’s a good idea, nor will it have the desired effect.”

“K.” I yawned.

“You’ve had a late night and a big morning. Maybe what Daddy’s Little girl really needs is a nap.”

A nap sounded divine. “Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes.

Nothing else was said. Cade lifted me and climbed into my bed with me still attached. Once I felt the blanket close me and Daddy into the perfect cocoon, I let myself drift off to sleep.

It wasn’t a long nap, but I woke feeling famished. Worse than that though, I woke up alone. Sitting up in bed, I looked around, trying to get my bearings.

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Cade came in just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed to get up.

“A little discombobulated, I think.”

“You were a bit out of it. Saved you from getting your butt roasted. Or at least postponed the inevitable,” he teased with a wink. “Lunch is waiting. It’s still warm. Why don’t we get something on you, and get some food in your tummy?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Cade raised a brow. “Yes, Daddy,” he corrected.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I threw on some comfy clothes, then went out into the main area where Cade was setting the table.

“Smells like Mexican.” I moaned like I could already taste the yummy food on my tongue. If lunch was anything like breakfast, then I knew it was going to be delicious.

“You guessed right. Steak fajitas, just for you.”

Cade dished up food, and I dug in without even waiting for him to sit down. The steak was perfectly seasoned and so tender. The veggies were crisp and fresh and cooked to perfection, and the tortillas tasted like they were freshly pulled from a cooktop.

I danced happily in my seat as we ate our fill. Cade was quiet, but that wasn’t too far out of the norm. When he had something to talk about, he would talk, and when he didn’t, he wouldn’t. Simple as that. No need to fill the comfortable silence.

“I don’t think I can eat another bite.” I sat back in my seat halfway through my third taco and put my hands on my tummy. I was going to get spoiled with all this yummy food if I wasn’t careful.

Cade reached over and took it from my plate, finishing it in one bite.

“Bottomless pit,” I teased.

“Maybe. Now are you ready to talk?”

“What do we need to talk about?”

I dropped my gaze to the table to avoid eye contact. Now that it felt like everything was out in the open, what more did we really need to discuss?

Cade took a deep breath. “I just need to know where we stand. I need to hear that you want this, and that you’re all in. I need to know this isn’t some itch you need to scratch.”

“What? Itch I can scratch? Where did that even come from?”

“Things have been one way the entire time we’ve known each other, and the change is so sudden. I just need to know this is what you want. That I am what you want.”

I couldn’t really argue with him. Things had happened at lightning speed, but why was it all on me? “You’re all I want. It may have taken me a while to come to terms with it, or whatever, but you’re all I’ve wanted for a really long time. I was just scared. This is big and scary and…” I wasn’t sure I wanted to voice all of my fears. I knew he would have some of the same, and if I started down that spiral again, I didn’t know if I could come back from it.

“I was scared in the beginning, I can’t lie about that, but I want this, Rip. I think we owe it to ourselves to give it a real go.”

“A-and the Daddy part? You’re sure that’s okay?”

“More than okay.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So we’re a thing, then. This is a real thing.”

He nodded. “We are. It is.”

I looked down at my hands and fidgeted with my fingers. “What does that really mean? How much is going to change?”