Chapter Twenty-Seven
DAISY
“Idon’t think we really have to talk about this,” she said. “I haven’t done anything bad, and I don’t think I will either, so you don’t have to worry.”
Lie. Lie. Lie.
Oh, she had been naughty, but she wasn’t going to say that to him.
“You have lied to me before. You put your health in danger by not bringing Chilli with you. You hung up on me when your emotions got to be too much and ended up fainting,” he pointed out.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” she whined. “You don’t have to say everything out loud.”
“Just showing you that we do need to talk about punishments,” he said.
“You can’t punish me for those things, though! We weren’t together for them!” she shouted, her eyes wide.
He couldn’t punish her, right? She had never been in a relationship with a Daddy before, but she had read countless books. In those books, the Littles never got punished for stuff that happened before they were in a relationship. That had to be the same here.
“Shh, you’re okay. Take a deep breath,” he said, holding onto her hands. “You aren’t going to get punished for those. We weren’t together, and your rules weren’t in place. But if you do feel guilty, let me know. I can give you a punishment for those.”
“I don’t think I will,” she mumbled.
“I just wanted to let you know. Some Littles still feel guilty because they knew it was wrong. I just want you to know that if the guilt still lingers, you can come to me, and we will take care of it,” Daddy explained.
“You are precious to me. And after a punishment, the slate is wiped clean. You don’t have to feel guilty about those anymore. ”
“I know,” she whispered. “I’ve read books before.”
“But books aren’t always reality.”
She sighed. “I know, but one of the authors I work for is actually in a relationship with a Daddy. She has made sure her books are pretty accurate. The other one isn’t. Well, she was, but it wasn’t the best relationship.”
And now she was rambling about things she shouldn’t be.
“Has your friend written about Littles feeling guilty when they do something bad?” Daddy asked.
She nodded. “Of course. I asked her about it. She said it was how she felt whenever she did something naughty and her Daddy didn’t catch it, or before they were together.”
Daddy bobbed his head as she spoke.
“So, punishments. Are there any that are a hard limit?” Daddy asked.
She exhaled. “I don’t do well with corner time.”
“Do you want to explain?”
Daisy rubbed her hands together and took a deep breath. She was going to have to tell him about some of her childhood.
“Well, growing up, my parents would give me corner time as a punishment. And let’s just say I could never stay still, which meant I would have to stay there even longer than planned.
Several times, they forgot about me, and I ended up passing out, but they didn’t really care.
I associate corner time with all those bad memories and get into my head even more than I normally would.
It just never ends well,” she rambled as she explained everything to him.
“Then we’ll put corner time as something we will never do,” Daddy agreed easily.
“Really? Just like that?” She looked at him in surprise.
“Just like that. I don’t want you going back to those memories and feeling worse than you were. I am trying to protect you. Anything else?” he asked.
“No hitting my hands with a ruler or a spoon.” She shuddered at the memories.
Daddy took her hands and turned them over, running his over her palms. “That was one of your punishments?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “They didn’t really enjoy me being around or making much noise. That was one of the most effective ways to get me to be quiet.”
“What did they do to make it so effective?” he asked, looking at her and still running his thumbs across her palms.
“They hit me until my hands bled.” Daisy closed her eyes and shuddered as the memories replayed.
Countless times, when she was very young, they had hit her. It continued until she was in her teens. That was when she decided she would leave and never look back. Life had been hard for the first several years as she tried to find job after job to help her survive.
“If I ever meet them, they are dead,” Asher warned.
“Don’t.” She looked up at him. “They don’t deserve our attention. I haven’t seen them in over fifteen years. I don’t even think they would remember me.”
“That’s not right.”
“Life isn’t fair,” she replied. “But I’m in a much better position now. I haven’t thought about them in years, so you don’t need to worry about them.”
Daddy clenched his jaw and then relaxed, taking a deep breath.
“I promise I’m okay.” She smiled at him.
“Okay, no corner time or hitting you on the hands. Can you have spankings?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I’ve never been spanked before.”
“Then, when you are naughty, we’ll try a spanking. If it brings up any bad memories, you let me know right away, and we won’t do it again, understand?” He brought his face closer to hers.
“But what other type of punishments will there be if I can’t handle spankings?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Figging, where I put ginger up your bottom. Or there are denied orgasms. Writing lines is also a good one,” he listed.
“There are other punishments we could come up with. They don’t have to be the typical ones if you can’t handle them.
Don’t worry, if you can’t handle a spanking, we will find something as a punishment. ”
“Oh joy,” she whispered.
None of the ones he mentioned sounded good. She didn’t want any of them to happen to her… even the spanking.
“Is there anything else?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” she hesitantly said.
“That’s okay. I’m going to write these down. If at any point we do something that is triggering, you say your safe word. This can always be revised.” He started writing her hard limits.
“Now, since we’ve talked about this, why don’t we go do something fun?” he asked.
“Like what?” She looked at him skeptically. “It’s nighttime.”
Daisy hadn’t even realized how much time had passed since they got back from the diner. She easily lost track whenever she was with Daddy, and she didn’t know whether it was a good or bad thing.
Daddy looked out the window and hummed. “Time just seemed to slip away. We won’t do anything fun tonight, but tomorrow, we will if you are free. I want you to get ready for bed and have an early night. You’ve had a long day, and I don’t want you getting sick from this.”
“I don’t need to go to bed this early,” she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “You do, and you will.”
“Daddy,” she whined. “I is a big girl.”
Daddy cupped her face, a smile forming on his.
“You are my precious girl, and Daddy needs to take care of you. You need to get more rest after an eventful day so you can work tomorrow. It will mean you aren’t too tired and won’t need to take a nap.
Though I think we should start you taking a nap every day because it will be good for you. ”
Daisy crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need a nap every day. I’ve got too much work to do.”
His eyes narrowed. “If Daddy tells you that you are going to take a nap, that is what’s going to happen. Daddy is in charge.”
“I is in charge,” she declared.
Daddy tapped her nose. “You may think you are in charge, but everyone knows that you’re not.”
Daisy pushed her bottom lip out. “No fairs.”
Daddy leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Sometimes life isn’t fair, but Daddy is taking care of you and making sure that you have everything you need and want. You are going to be such a happy girl.”
“But I’m not in charge.” She pouted even more.
“Do you really want to be in charge?” Daddy asked.
She sighed. “No, not really. I hate being in charge, if I’m being honest. It’s so exhausting, making all the decisions each day. I already have tasks and decisions to make for my job.”
If she could have someone make every decision for her, Daisy would be the happiest woman alive. But sadly, that wasn’t how life worked, and she had to be an adult.
“So then let me decide your bedtime from now on, so you don’t have to think about it any longer,” he said. “And if you want to give me any other decisions to make, I’ll do it.”
“You’re already doing my meals,” she said.
“And I’ll do more if you don’t want to do some of them,” he repeated. “I want you to be happy. If that means me taking on some more responsibility, I will. I don’t mind.”
“Can I think about it?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Of course, Little Flower. You can think about it all you want. And if you tell me something and later you want to take it back, we’ll talk about it. Everything can be discussed and changed in the future if you need to,” he said.
“Okay.” She smiled at him.
He knew just what to say to ease her mind whenever he talked.
“Now, why don’t you go get ready for bed. I’ll get you a glass of water before I tuck you in,” he said.
“Thank you.”
Daddy kissed her forehead before helping her stand slowly. “Anything for you, baby.”
Daisy speed-walked to her bathroom, getting ready for bed before standing in front of it. She shouldn’t have rushed because it meant Daddy leaving sooner than she wanted him to, but if she took her time, it meant not getting tucked in as fast. She was in quite a dilemma.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he walked into the room.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said before she could stop herself. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I can tuck you in every night if you want,” he offered. “And maybe soon we can have a sleepover at my house.”
“Really?” She looked at him in surprise.
“Yes, baby. If you want to have a sleepover, we can,” he said. “If I had it my way, you would already be moved into my house, so you wouldn’t have to live on your own. Then I could keep my eye on you all the time.”
Her jaw dropped at his words.
“But I can see that you aren’t ready for that, so don’t worry. I don’t like the thought of you being here all by yourself.”
“I’m used to it,” she whispered.
“Well, I don’t want you to be used to it,” he stated. “I want you to rely on me. I want you to walk into the house and realize that it’s home. I want you to feel comfortable enough to be yourself at home.”
Tears pooled, and she quickly wiped them away.
“Oh, who is this?” Daddy asked as he picked up Tator.
“That’s Tator,” she replied. “He’s been with me since I left home.”
“Hello, Tator, I’m Daisy’s Daddy. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, so I want us to be friends. You can tell me anything, especially if Daisy has been naughty.”
“I’m not naughty, Daddy!” She raised her voice. “I is your good girl.”
“You will always be my good girl, even when you are naughty. That will never change, Little Flower,” he gently said. “Let’s get you two into bed.”
Daddy helped her into bed, handing over Tator before pulling up the covers.
“Do you have a nightlight?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t.”
“Do you need me to turn the light on in the bathroom?”
“Please?” she whispered.
“I’ll buy a nightlight and bring it to you tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She looked away from him.
“But I want to,” he gently said, stroking her hair. “I want to do this for you.”
She sighed and nodded.
“Good girl,” he purred.
Daddy turned the bathroom light on before walking back to her.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked.
“No, I’m good.”
Daddy leaned down and kissed her forehead once again, making her melt even more. Daisy could not get enough of Daddy doing that. She giggled.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Both of our names start with a DA and end with a Y!” She giggled once again. “We were meant to be.”
“Yes, we were, Little Flower,” he softly said. “Now, be a good girl and go to bed. Daddy is going to leave.”
“Don’t want you to,” she mumbled, her eyelids growing heavy as Daddy ran his hands through her hair again. “Want you to stay.”
“Shhh, Daddy is going to stay until you fall asleep,” he whispered as her eyes closed and she fell asleep.