Chapter Twenty-Nine
DAISY
“Are you ready to go to my house?” Daddy asked as he paid the bill.
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
Daisy had been nervous the whole time they were eating at the diner, picking at her food. Daddy knew and had started to talk to her as he fed her small bites. She had managed to eat all the pancakes and some of the bacon.
“You don’t need to be worried, Little Flower,” Daddy gently said as he looked at her. “There is nothing for you to fear. We are just going to my house.”
“I do-don’t know if I can do anything like that.” She turned her head away from him.
“Like what?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Daddy hummed and hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I don’t, and I don’t want to make assumptions, either. That is one way to lead to having a misunderstanding.”
“Sex,” she mumbled. “I’m not really the type who just goes around and sleeps with the person she is with straight away. Granted, I haven’t really been with many people.”
“Daisy.”
“I just don’t want you to expect something and me not be able to do it. I don’t want to get your hopes up,” she poured out.
She had already said it. There was no going back. It had been on her mind all through dinner that maybe he was expecting her to do when they got to his house.
“Daisy, you listen to me right now.” His voice dropped an octave. “I want you to listen to me very carefully as I say these words.”
“Daddy.”
“No, you listen. You mean the world to me. I’m not taking you home so I can have sex with you. That was not my intention and never will be. I don’t want you to feel bad about something you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to do it, you tell me, and we’ll talk about it,” he said.
“So if I don’t want to go get a spanking, I don’t have to?”
Daddy’s eyes narrowed onto her. “No, brat. If you earned yourself a spanking, then you are getting one. But if we are going somewhere and you don’t like it or something makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me so we can make it better.”
“Okay, and I’m sorry,” she mumbled, looking away from him.
“Why are you sorry?” He pulled her into his side.
“Sorry for bringing this up. Sorry for thinking you were going to make me have sex. Sorry that I keep messing up. I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me.”
Daisy just didn’t know how to really interact with a Daddy. She had never done it before, much less go over to a man’s house who she was interested in. She was in new territory, and the unknown was scaring her.
“Nope,” Daddy said.
“Nope?” Daisy tilted her head.
“Nope. You aren’t saying sorry for that. None of it. You didn’t mess up. I should have made it clear what we were going to do at my house, but I didn’t. It’s my fault for making you worry all evening about this,” he said. “Will you forgive Daddy?”
She glanced around the diner to check no one was looking at them. Her shoulders dropped before she looked over at Daddy.
“I forgive you,” she whispered, but she didn’t think he really needed to apologize for that. It was a miscommunication on both of their parts.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asked.
“Are you comfortable with me calling you Daddy in public?” she asked. “I don’t want to do something that you’re not okay with.”
“Daisy, Little Flower. You can call me Daddy anywhere you want. I don’t mind.
A lot of people in Springfield won’t, either.
There are a lot of Daddies in Springfield because the club has been open for several years.
People have gotten used to it. But if you aren’t comfortable with calling me Daddy in public, we can come up with another name you can call me. Does that sound okay?” He softly said.
“I want to call you Daddy,” she whispered, not confident at all.
“Then we’ll do that. And if you want to say it quietly at first and build up to saying it louder, you can. I won’t mind one bit.”
Daisy leaned her head against his chest and took a deep breath. “You are too perfect.”
Daddy chuckled. “I am nowhere near perfect, but thank you for thinking it. Daddy has a lot of his own faults and has made several mistakes already.”
“You are just so caring toward me, and I don’t know what to do,” she mumbled.
“Let me be caring toward you. Little Flower. You deserve to be cared for, cherished, loved, spoiled, and disciplined. You deserve all of it and more. I can’t wait to give it to you each day,” he said. “It’s something I’m looking forward to.”
“I think I am as well.” She looked up at him.
“Good. Now, do you want to go back to my house?”
She nodded. Daddy scooched out of the seat and helped her out before walking them to the door.
“What are we going to do there?” she asked as he helped her into the car.
Daisy buckled herself in as Daddy got Chilli into the back seat.
“We are going to have some Daddy and Little Daisy time, but if you aren’t comfortable with it, we can watch a movie, bake some cookies, and hang out together,” Daddy explained before he shut the door and walked around the car.
“Could we…” Daisy took a deep breath. Should she suggest it when she didn’t even know if she could do it?
“Could we do what?” Daddy questioned. “Don’t feel afraid to ask.”
“Could we maybe try baking cookies and me being Little?” she managed to get out.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it, go into Little headspace is what I mean, but I thought it would be fun.
I love baking cookies, and I also love to eat them.
Okay, my favorite part is eating them, especially the dough. ”
Daddy grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Deep breaths. Good girl. We can definitely do it. And if you can’t be Little, there is no problem. It’s not a must. I just want you to be comfortable with me.”
“I want to be comfortable with you as well,” she said. “I really do, but this is all new to me. I’m worried I’m somehow going to mess it all up, and I don’t want to do that. And I don’t mean to if I do.”
Daddy parked the car, and Daisy looked out, realizing they were in front of a house.
“Daisy, I want you to look at me,” Daddy said, and her eyes found his again.
“Good girl. I know you are new to this. There are going to be some hiccups along the way from both of our sides. Both of our sides,” he repeated, so she understood.
“It’s not only going to be you, so I don’t want you to think that it is.
We are both bound to make mistakes because we are human.
We will talk about it and get through them. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, baby. Everything is going to be okay. I know I can’t wash all your worries away right now, but I’m going to try to do it over time. Whenever you get a new one, I want you to let me know. No matter how small or big you think it is. I want to know so I can help squash those worries.”
“I would like that,” she whispered.
Daddy smiled and ran his knuckle over her cheek. “Good, because I would like it as well.”
“Is this your house?” she asked.
“It is. Several other Daddies and their Littles live on this street. All the owners of BTS live on this street, so don’t be surprised if you see one of the Littles or their Daddies,” he said.
She made an O shape with her mouth as she looked out of the window at the other houses.
As much as she wanted to see the other Littles today, she didn’t know if she really did.
They were bound to ask so many questions, and Daisy knew she wasn’t ready for them.
Not after the interrogation she went through with Janelle.
“You wait in the car while I come around and get you,” Daddy said before he got out of the car.
“Did you hear that, Chilli? Daddy is going to come around and get us,” she whispered, feeling all giddy inside.
She never had a guy open the door for her as much as Daddy did. It was one of his unspoken rules, and she wasn’t mad about it. Another unspoken rule was him sitting between her and the door so, if anything happened, he was in front of her.
She didn’t actually know whether it was an unspoken rule, but the past two times they’d gone out to eat, he’d always made sure he was between her and the door.
Would it be the same when they slept in the same bed?
“Ready to go in?” Daddy asked as he opened her door.
“Yes and no,” she honestly replied. “I’m so nervous, but I’m excited.”
Daddy chuckled and held her hand, helping her out of the car. “If it becomes too much, you let me know.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want to put the eggs in there, or do you want me to do it?” Daddy asked.
Daisy wrinkled her nose and took a step back.
“Whoa, baby. Be careful. I don’t need you falling off the stool. Are you okay?” Daddy asked.
“I’m fine, Daddy, but I don’t want to do the eggs,” she replied. “Fingers no yucky.”
Daddy shook his head. “Fingers no yuckie. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one before, but okay, baby. I’ll do the eggs for you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She smiled up at him.
“You’re welcome, Little Flower.”
She watched in fascination as Daddy cracked the eggs with ease.
“I always make a mess when I do that,” she mumbled. “I can never actually get them to crack right, and then they go everywhere, and I always have to change my clothes.”
Her bottom lip was pouting at this point as Daddy did the next egg.
“It takes practice, baby. If you want me to help you, I can. But I’m also fine doing them for the rest of our lives,” Daddy replied as he washed his hands.
“Can I have a bite?” she asked as she looked into the bowl.
“After it’s stirred, you can have a little piece,” Daddy said. “Do you want to help me?”
She nodded, and Daddy stood behind her and guided her hand to the spoon. Slowly, they started to stir the batter together.
“Mmmmm, this is going to be so delicious. Maybe we can just roll them into balls and leave them in the freezer, so whenever we want a cookie dough ball, we can eat one,” she said. “I think that would be a good idea. Maybe I can even take some home with me so I don’t bother you.”
“Not going to happen.”
Daisy leaned her head back, pouting. “Why not? I think it should be allowed.”
“Because if you take them home, you’re going to eat them all in one sitting and make yourself sick. I won’t be able to watch over you, and I don’t want that to happen. So, you are not taking any home with you,” he explained.
“Then I’ll just make some by myself,” she declared.
“And if you do that, you’re going to be in trouble.” He gave her a pointed look. “Do I make myself clear?”
“How will you know whether I’ve done it or not?” she asked.
“Daddies always know when their Little has been naughty. I’ve warned you. If you do it, you’re going to have this guilty look about you. I also have no doubt you’ll get a tummy ache and call me to help fix it. Which means I’ll help you, and then you’ll be in trouble.”
Daisy crossed her arms over her chest. “No fun. Before, I was able to do it without any consequences.”
“That was before, but now you have me to help you stay on track and not make yourself sick.”
“Bu—”
“No buts. If you want to make some, you can come here. We can make some together.”
“What if you’re too busy?” she asked.
“I will always make time for you. Work is becoming less stressful since I found you, so you don’t need to worry about that. Now, let’s roll these in a ball and cook some,” Daddy declared.
She held her hands out, and Daddy plopped some cookie dough into her hand. Before she could decide anything, Daisy put the ball into her mouth and moaned in pleasure. Sooo good.
“That was naughty of you,” Daddy said.
Her eyes went wide. “You said I could have some after we stirred it up.”
“I said you could have a little. That was far more than you should have had.”
Daisy scrunched her nose as she looked at Daddy. “That wasn’t a lot of cookie dough.”
“No more. You can have a cookie when we bake them.”
“No fun,” she mumbled as she rolled the new cookie dough Daddy had given her.
“Sometimes life isn’t fair, but it’s not the end of the world. Maybe later, I’ll allow you to have some more,” Daddy said as he took the ball from her hand and placed it on the pan.
Daisy stayed silent the rest of the time, not wanting to say something she’d regret later. She really wanted the cookie dough; if only Daddy would give her some.
“I’m going to put these in the oven, and then we can clean up our mess,” Daddy said.
As soon as he’d turned his back, and before she could stop herself, Daisy grabbed some of the cookie dough and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she enjoyed the taste.
“That was extremely naughty. You won’t be getting cookie dough later tonight,” Daddy scolded.
Daisy’s eyes went wide as she twirled to look at Daddy, who was staring at her.
“I didn’t eat any!” She raised her voice.
Daddy arched an eyebrow. “Do you want to try that again?”
She opened her mouth but quickly closed it.
“Daisy.” His voice dropped an octave.
“Okay, I did eat some of the cookie dough when you weren’t looking, but it’s really your fault!
Who just lets a person have a little piece of cookie dough when it’s right in front of her?
” she sassed. “You were being mean for keeping it from me. Normally, I have more. So, it wasn’t my fault that my hands took some cookie dough. It was yours.”
“Is that how you see it?” Daddy asked.
She nodded. “I think if you had allowed me to have some more, I wouldn’t have had to take some.”
Daddy shook his head. “I was going to allow you to have some after I put the cookies in the oven, but seeing as you took it upon yourself, you don’t get any later tonight. What you are going to get is a spanking.”
She gasped. “You can’t spank me!”
“I can. We both agreed you would try it before you said it was a hard limit. So that is what we are going to do tonight.”
“I don’t want a spanking, though.”
“Tough, you’re getting one. Now, let me turn the oven off, and we’ll head into the living room,” he said, doing exactly that. “Do I need to put Chilli away?”
Daisy looked over at Chilli, who was watching her. “I don’t know. Nothing like this has ever happened.”
“We’ll put her in the pantry right now until we are done. I don’t want her to get upset.”
“I really don’t think you should give me a spanking.”
“Tough, because you’re getting one, no matter what,” he said as he took Chilli to the pantry and closed the door. “Are you ready?”
“I don’t think anyone is ever ready,” she mumbled.