Chapter 23
Two weeks later …
Simone
When I step out of the closet for the fifth time tonight, wearing the fifth outfit of the evening, Daddy motions me toward him.
He’s sitting on the armchair. He’s been watching me try on outfits for half an hour because patience is my Daddy’s middle name, and it would have to be since I’m a handful when I choose to be.
He’s known I would be naughty and sassy for four years.
There were no surprises for him. He likes me this way, so it’s not an issue.
As long as I don’t mind having my bottom swatted regularly for minor offenses.
When I break a more serious rule, I end up in the corner or writing sentences, but I really enjoy the occasional swat or the way he pinches my nipples.
Daddy doesn’t touch me when I reach him. I didn’t expect him to. When he calls me over like this, he often lets me stew. He calmly says, “Take your dress off, Simone.”
I draw in a deep breath as I pull the dress over my head.
When he holds out his hand, I set the dress in his palm.
“Panties, too, Little one.”
This surprises me, but not a lot. I bend to remove my panties and set them in his outstretched hand, too.
“Hands behind your back, feet wider.”
I assume his requested position, shivering as my nipples harden. I’m so exposed, which makes me off-kilter. He knows this.
“How many times have you been to Surrender, Simone?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. A hundred?” I’m guessing.
“Have you ever deliberated this long on what to wear?”
I think back. “No, Sir.”
“Why is tonight different, Baby girl?”
I shrug and whisper, “I don’t know. I guess because I’ve never been there with a Daddy.”
“Do you think it matters to me what you’re wearing?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you need me to make the decision for you?”
I blow out a breath. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl. Go put the pale-blue dress back on.” He holds out my panties. “And these. And bring me your hairbrush, two bands, and the matching ribbons.”
I turn back toward the closet, relieved that he’s taken the decision out of my hands. It’s much easier when he chooses for me. Most days, he dresses me himself. I think he was testing me to see what would happen if he told me to pick out my own clothes for tonight.
Ten minutes later, I’m finally ready to go.
“Text your sister and let her know we’ll pick her up in fifteen minutes,” he says as he hands me my phone.
He controls my phone, too. The truth is I like that he doesn’t let me have it all day long.
It’s much easier for me to focus and get things done when I don’t have the ability to play games or scroll through social media all day.
With Daddy’s help, I’ve decided to open my own editing business. I’m just getting started, so I only have one client, but I’ve finished my first round of edits, and the author was pleased with my work. I call that a win.
A few days after the crazy day at the police station, Lillian moved into my apartment. It took Lillian and me that long to convince Daddy there was no real threat to her living there. She carries pepper spray in her purse. She texts us when she’s coming and going. She’s always careful.
Lillian has also been using my car. I don’t need it. I don’t go anywhere without Daddy. If we decide down the road that I need a vehicle, we can reevaluate.
My sister seems happy. Neither of our parents nor Herman Westheimer have contacted her yet.
We’re both kind of surprised, but the longer they go without reaching out, the stronger Lillian gets.
She won’t go back. I’m certain of that, but that doesn’t mean Mom and Dad wouldn’t do everything in their power to make her miserable, even from a distance.
I know firsthand they’re capable of upsetting her.
She’s planning to register for some classes in the fall. She has an associate’s degree, but she has no idea what she might like to study. Taking a few classes at a time gives her something to do while she figures her life out.
Lord knows, neither of us has to work, but life would get boring super-fast without some structure. Hell, that’s why Daddy teaches at the university. He doesn’t like to be idle, either.
Tonight is important for a few reasons. One, it’s my first night going to Surrender with Daddy.
Two, we’re taking Lillian with us. She’s been doing a lot of research, and she’s curious.
I’m not positive if kink is in her future, but the best way to find out is to visit the club.
Watch. Learn. See what makes her panties wet, so to speak.
The third reason tonight is big is that I’m going to meet one of Daddy’s friends, and he’s going to watch us do a spanking scene. Hopefully, observing my reactions will make it possible for him to give us some advice for the future.
Daddy has spanked me a few times since that first time, but not as long or as hard.
This will be a test to see if I have the same reaction and can do so with someone watching.
We won’t do it in front of the entire club.
I’m definitely not ready for that. Daddy has arranged for us to have a private room.
Lillian is aware of my plans, and I’ve told her she can watch for the first part, but once I’m warmed up, she will leave the room. I might develop a much closer relationship with my sister in the coming months, but she doesn’t need to watch me orgasm. That’s crossing the line.
Daddy helps me into a dainty white sweater at the back door. I won’t wear it all evening, but it’s chilly late at night. I’ll be glad I have it when we head home.
I’m kind of surprised by my nerves. By the time we pick up Lillian and arrive at Surrender, I’m a ball of anxiety.
That’s not like me. But this isn’t like any previous visit I’ve made to the club.
I’m not here alone. I’m going to play this time.
And no matter how much it shouldn’t bother me that Lillian is with us, I’m worried about her.
She’s my sister. In a way, she’s my responsibility.
Daddy has told me several times that he will ensure she is safe at all times. I know he sees her as being under his protection as long as she’s single. I’m grateful, and his attentiveness to her endears him to me more every day.
Lillian is wearing a black dress because that’s what I suggested she would be most comfortable in.
It’s short and flares out around her thighs.
It shows off more of her skin than any dress she’s probably ever worn.
Our parents certainly didn’t buy us anything as revealing as either of our dresses. Short with plenty of cleavage showing.
“I’m nervous,” Lillian whispers to me as we enter the main club.
I hold her hand. “You’ll be fine. You’ve watched enough videos and done enough research that you shouldn’t be too stunned. It’s still going to be jarring in person, but don’t worry. Everyone is a bit shocked the first time they come to a club.”
Daddy keeps my hand in his and a close eye on Lillian while he patiently shows her around the various stations in the main room.
Lillian looks at me and whispers, “But this isn’t where you normally hang out?”
“No. Never. I mostly don’t even look left or right in here. I pass right on through and head for the daycare. It’s where all the Littles hang out. It’s a soothing place to play games, do puzzles, color, or anything that makes you happy.”
“That sounds more my speed.”
Daddy smiles. “You girls ready for the daycare then?”
We head down the hall that leads to the cheerful Littles’ room. It’s set up to look like an outdoor playground, with the walls and ceiling painted blue with clouds, the floor covered with green carpet to represent grass, and even a white picket fence.
Lillian’s face lights up when we arrive. “Oh, wow. This looks like fun. How could it be considered a fetish?”
I giggle. “Girl, do you not see how I dress and act?”
“Well, yes, but being Little doesn’t seem to require the same level of submission as someone who gets strapped to one of those St. Andrew’s crosses so they can get flogged.” She shudders.
Daddy chuckles.
I think she needs a bit more education. “There’s often a lot more to being Little than playing and dressing up. Daddy and I have been discreet in front of you, but most Littles in relationships follow strict rules. When we break them, we get spanked or punished in a variety of fashions.”
“Well, poop. The playing looks fun. I’m not sure I’d want someone to spank me.” Lillian pushes out a lip.
I laugh. “Don’t knock it until you try it, but some Littles just come here to play with others and relieve stress. Until I got together with Camden, I never had a Daddy tell me what to do.”
Daddy tugs my head back by one pigtail. “Would you care to rephrase that, naughty girl?”
When he releases my pigtail, I decide that would be in my best interest. “What I meant to say is that Daddies provide guidance and rules to help Littles feel cherished,” I say with a bit too much sass in my voice. I can’t help it.
Lillian’s gaze lifts to Camden’s, undoubtedly because she can see his face.
When I tip my head back, I find he has one brow lifted. “Would you care to tell your sister why you’re being so sassy, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
“I didn’t think so. Next time you sass me, I’ll let you explain the benefits to her in great detail,” he informs me.
Lillian waves a hand between us. “I don’t need a map. I get it. You misbehave and break the rules because it makes you horny when he reprimands you. Now, let’s move on.” She scrunches her nose. “I’d rather not think about my sister doing the dirty.”
I giggle. I wonder how many men she’s had sex with.
I haven’t told her my total was zero until a few weeks ago.
Just because I was kind of a prude doesn’t mean she has been.
Though chances are she never had much of an opportunity to do anything while she was living with our parents.
They kept a tight rein on her after I skipped town.
I seriously doubt she would have ever brought a vibrator into the house.
There’s no way I would have. Mom would have had a heart attack and embarrassed me to death if she’d found one.
I turn to Daddy. “May I show Lillian around and introduce her to a few people?”
“Of course.” He glances at his watch. “We have about a half hour before our room is available.”
I grab Lillian’s hand and guide her deeper into the daycare, trying not to think about the fact that in thirty minutes, Daddy will once again be spanking me hard.
I’m looking forward to it, but I’m also nervous about doing something like that here at the club.
Even though the room is private, Daddy’s friend Bryson will be watching closely.
Several Littles are already playing. When I spot Colton’s Little, I head toward her and her best friend. They turn toward us as we approach.
“Hey. I want you to meet my sister. Lillian, this is Eve and Leah. Eve is Colton’s Little girl. You met him the day I went to the police station. Leah is Craig’s Little girl.”
Lillian gives them both a wave. “Nice to meet you.”
Eve grins. “You two look a lot alike.”
“Do we?” I glance at Lillian. I’ve never really seen it, but we hear that sometimes.
“Definitely,” Leah agrees before asking Lillian, “Are you Little, too?”
Lillian shrugs. “I’m exploring. It looks like fun until men start pulling out paddles,” she jokes.
“That’s the best part,” Eve argues.
Lillian curls up her nose.
I look at Leah. “What are you guys doing in Seattle instead of at Blossom Ridge?”
Leah beams. “We came in for the weekend. It’s been a while since we’ve been to Surrender.”
I turn toward Lillian. “Craig and Leah manage a bed and breakfast outside of Seattle that caters to age play.”
Lillian’s eyes widen. “How fun.”
Leah glances over my shoulder. “I heard you’re finally with Camden.”
I grin. “Yes. Finally. I’ll give him credit. He didn’t break any rules while I was a student of his, but all bets are off now.”
“Good. You two belong together,” Leah says.
Eve glances over my shoulder in his direction. “He’s so…professorish,” she teases. “Does he use a ruler on your palms? Please tell me he does. I’ve always pictured him with a ruler, tapping his hand over and over before striking his Little girl with it.”
I shake my head. “Sorry. No rulers. Though, it’s not a bad idea. I’ll suggest it.”
“Don’t you play naughty schoolgirl now that you’re with him?” Eve asks.
I giggle. “Nope. I was a naughty schoolgirl for the last four years. Now that we’re a couple, I guess we skipped that part.” I still might enjoy the ruler, not for the role play but for the impact.
“Bummer.” Eve pouts.
“I’m going to do a private scene with Daddy. Lillian’s going to watch for a bit, but when she comes back here, can she hang with you guys?”
“Of course. We’ll introduce her to the others,” Leah says.
“Thank you.” I look back to find Daddy watching me. “I think it’s time.”
“Have fun. Tell him to use a ruler,” Leah teases.
Lillian follows me back to the entrance.
Daddy is smirking. “Care to tell me why Leah and Eve are giggling?”
“They asked if we do naughty schoolgirl scenes. I told them we don’t, but I did like their suggestion of you using a ruler to swat me.”
He chuckles. “Is that so?”
“Maybe?”
“I’ll take it under consideration. Now, shall we?”