Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
S oon, everything was on the table. He was happy to see she eagerly helped herself to the chicken and potatoes. Zale placed a few pieces of squash and peppers on her plate.
Pippa chattered happily and asked a million questions about his job. Some he could answer and others, not. He noticed she steadfastly ignored the small pile of grilled vegetables. When she reached for more potatoes, he wrapped his hand around hers on the serving fork.
“Eat a few bites of your vegetables first.”
“But I don’t want those tonight.”
“No more potatoes until you try a couple pieces,” he told her firmly.
Pippa stared at him with an open mouth. “I thought you were kidding. I don’t have to eat what you tell me to.”
“Who’s in charge, little girl, in all those books that you’ve read?”
“The daddy, but those are fiction. This is real life.”
“Daddy is still in charge in real life, Pippa. You like Daddy’s chicken. You’ll never know if you like the vegetables if you don’t try them.”
Her expressions revealed the battle happening inside her. She wanted to please him, but didn’t want to taste the small pile on her plate. Moving ever so slowly, she stabbed the smallest squash piece and lifted it to her wrinkled nose. “It doesn’t smell good.”
“Try it,” he suggested, keeping his tone light.
Her mouth opened by millimeters as if she hoped he’d tell her she didn’t have to eat it. When he didn’t stop her, she placed it on the tip of her tongue. Zale helped himself to a bite as well and chewed, enjoying its freshness.
He watched Pippa’s expression from the corner of his eye as she closed her mouth and chewed. Interest flittered across her features. She helped herself to another bite and then tried a red pepper.
Zale didn’t say anything. He ate another chicken wing and wiped his fingers on his napkin.
“Okay. They’re not awful,” she announced.
He knew that was a ringing endorsement. “You may have more potatoes now if you’d like. Thank you for giving Daddy’s cooking a chance.”
“You’re pretty good at grilling,” she admitted, stabbing her fork into a pepper and a squash stacked combination. “Mmm.”
“Thank you, kitten.”
“What would have happened if I hadn’t tried them?” she asked a few minutes later when her plate was empty.
“I would have spanked your bottom.” Zale controlled the smile that threatened to spread over his face when she gasped theatrically.
“You can’t spank me.”
“Is there something traumatic I need to know about in your past with being spanked?” he checked.
“No,” she answered, as if completely taken off guard by his question.
“Then a spanking is a good response to your refusal to try new foods. Or I could send you to stand in the corner.”
“I don’t like either of those options.”
“That makes them effective. You’re not supposed to like consequences,” he reminded her, before changing the topic. “What did you like best in the books you read? Did you find them exciting? Comforting?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?” she asked, wiggling on her chair.
“I would like to. How about if I go first? Would you like me to tell you why I am drawn to being a daddy?”
She nodded, her eyes riveted on his face.
“For me, being a daddy dom has two facets. The daddy part is caring and protective. The dom part is sexual and exciting. They mesh well together. For example, if you do something that is against the rules we set up, I help you learn to make better decisions.”
“What are the rules?” Pippa asked.
“Let’s work on those after dinner.”
“I’m full,” she blurted.
“Then let’s look at them now. You finish your milk while Daddy puts these things away.” She picked up her milk and took a big drink. “That’s my girl. Would you like to color while I’m tidying up?”
“I could help.”
“Daddy’s in charge. I’ll take care of this.” He stood and returned with the coloring book she’d had before.
“I think you need to finish this picture.” Eagerly, she reached for the crayons and immediately got busy.
In a short time, the kitchen was spotless once again. Zale wiped off the table and retrieved the pad. He sat down and they worked through the process of setting up some parameters.
A few minutes later, she stared at the pad of paper in front of them. He’d detailed three rules and three consequences. Focusing on her face, Zale attempted to deduce what she was thinking. Without knowing all her experiences, he simply had to guess what would work for her and be ready to change them if those weren’t appropriate.
Pippa’s Rules:
Make healthy choices.
Allow Daddy to take care of me and keep me safe.
Talk to Daddy if I’m worried or have questions.
Consequences could include: spankings, corner time, sentences. (Subject to change as Pippa experiences these.)
“Do you have any rules?” Pippa blurted, studying the list.
“How about things I promise? My word is the strongest contract I have,” Zale told her. Her question did not bother him at all. Skipping down a few lines, he added guidelines he sensed were important for her to be able to trust him.
Daddy’s Promises:
To take care of Pippa’s mind, heart, and body.
To tell her the truth.
To be faithful and dedicated.
“Is there anything else you think we should add?” he asked.
Pippa carefully examined both lists again as if she were afraid she’d miss something. “I hate to agree to something and figure out later I’d really messed up, but it all seems okay. I-I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”
“Want to think about it overnight? Or should we put these in place for now and review them in a week or a month to see if they’re working?” Zale asked.
“We can do that? Like test drive them?”
“Of course. These aren’t carved in stone. There’s a whole pad of paper here. We’ll just rip this page off and revise if we need to,” he assured her.
He watched her reread the phrases. When she met his gaze, he smiled to reassure her. “I’m not pushing you, kitten, but it’s important for a little girl to know the guidelines and what might happen.”
“I think those are okay.”
“They’re good with me, too.” Zale stood and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. Fastening a couple of magnetic clips to the top of the pad, he attached it to the refrigerator.
“I’m going to be very good,” Pippa promised as he rejoined her.
“Of course you are. Until you’re not. Then Daddy will help you learn.”
“By spanking me?” she interrupted.
“Exactly. Or some other consequence that is appropriate.”
“You seem to think I’ll be bad.”
“Good girls get rewards,” he said with a smile. Zale loved how quickly her mind worked.
“What kind of rewards?”
“What would help you make good decisions?”
“Candy.”
“We could add a few treats to your reward list in a limited amount. It’s not good for your body or your teeth. What else would you enjoy?” he asked, setting limits.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she hesitated.
“How about special time with Daddy? Going to a fun restaurant or exploring a new place together?”
“I’d enjoy those things.”
“Stickers or fancy glitter pens for your diary?”
She nodded eagerly. “You’re good at this.”
“Orgasms?” he suggested and smiled when her eyes widen.
“Those could be rewards?”
“Of course. Say you get recognized at work for something wonderful. That should warrant a reward, right?” Zale suggested. Her eager nods made him smile.
“So, I just avoid punishments and grab all the rewards,” she joked.
“That’s an excellent idea. I think it would be a good idea for Daddy to spank you now.”
“But I haven’t been bad,” Pippa protested.
“There are good girl spankings as well. They help little girls deal with tension and worry. Sometimes a fresh start makes all the difference to moving forward.”
She stared at him as if he’d grown a second and third head. Zale would have delayed his suggestion had he not seen her squeeze her thighs together. The idea aroused her.
“Come here, Pippa.” Zale pushed back his chair and patted his lap.
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t like repeating myself, Pippa. Come here.”
Slowly, she stood up, as if giving him all the time in the world to tell her he was joking. He guided her next to his thigh and said, “Choose a safe word, Pippa. You say that and Daddy will stop immediately.”
“Can I just say it now?”
“You could—then you’ll never know.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “Eggplant.”
Zale couldn’t help but smile. “Why eggplant?”
“I won’t ever like that, no matter what you do to it.”
“Fair enough. I won’t even try to change your mind. All spankings happen on a bare bottom.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties and pulled the garments down to her knees. Before she could scurry away, he picked her up and draped her over his thighs.
“Good girl. You’re okay.”
“I don’t like this,” she wailed.
He smoothed a hand over her bottom before giving her a series of firm pats to warm her skin. When the tension in her muscles relaxed, Zale delivered her first true swat. A gasp fell from her lips, and she clung to his calf. Continuing without pause, he scattered the punishment across her skin, never staying too long at any one spot.
It didn’t take long for her to kick her legs. He could see the shine of her juices gathering on her inner thighs. Zale landed the next blow along the seam of her pussy.
“Daddy!” she whispered and squirmed.
“Sometimes, the sting of a spanking gets mixed up with the thrill of arousal. That’s what makes a good girl spanking so effective.”
Combining alluring touches with slaps to her skin, Zale knew she needed the release of a good cry as well as an orgasm. Both would do her a world of good. He smiled at the sound of a sniffle that escaped from her.
Suspecting that she was fighting the emotions inside, he increased the speed of his swats. It took about a minute before the sobs materialized. Instantly, Zale switched to soothing caresses. He rubbed his hand over her pink skin and allowed his fingers to explore. She froze on his lap.
“You did an excellent job taking your spanking, little girl. That deserves a good girl reward, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, but continued to stroke her intimately. She was so wet. Zale traced a finger along the inner lips of her pussy and tapped the small bud. When she gasped, he pressed two fingers deep into her tight channel.
Sliding them in and out, he paid special attention to her sensitive opening and noted that she didn’t react with any discomfort. Pleasuring her allowed him to check that she hadn’t torn as well. He didn’t feel any evidence of problems—just sheer delight and responsiveness. Putting aside his concern, Zale concentrated on enjoying the sensation of her pussy quivering around his probing fingers. His erection threatened to burst through his shorts as he remembered just how incredible his cock had felt inside her.
When she lifted her bottom to meet his strokes, Zale rotated his hand to brush his thumb against her clit. When the walls of her channel clamped down on his fingers, Zale knew she enjoyed his direct touch on that sensitive cluster of nerves. Zale popped her again on the bottom, drawing a gasp from Pippa.
“I like having you over my lap, little girl. Maybe this will be the way I take your temperature.”
“What?” she said, sounding distracted.
“I have a thick thermometer that is made to go in your bottom, Pippa. I’m sure it will feel cold at first when it slides inside. It will go right here,” he told her.
Zale moved his free hand from holding her in place to part her buttocks. He scooped up a bit of her slick juices and traced a fingertip around the small ring of muscles.
“No, Daddy!”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
Pippa covered her face and shook her head, giving Zale the green light to continue. He continued his intimate caresses for a few seconds. Zale could feel small contractions around his fingers. He knew she was close.
“Little girls always have their temperatures taken here. It gives the most accurate results,” he explained, keeping his voice steady. “The thermometer is a bit smaller than my finger, but this will give you an idea of what it will feel like.”
Zale pressed the tip of his finger through her clenched opening. Pippa’s body shook as she screamed her pleasure into the room. Talking softly to her, he gentled his touch before withdrawing his fingers.
“Such a beautiful baby. I need to hold you now, kitten.” He lifted her from her position draped over his lap and sat her in his lap. She inhaled sharply as her punished bottom pressed against his thighs.
Pippa turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook. He rubbed her back to reassure her as she recovered. Pressing kisses to her hair, Zale lavished her with love and praise.
“You are so brave and responsive. I am a very lucky man, little girl.”
Inside, he held his breath. Had he pushed her too far, too quickly? He rested his fingertips casually on her neck. Gradually, her heartbeat slowed. The brush of her lips against his skin calmed his worry. “Thank you for letting Daddy know you’re okay. It’s important for me to know what you like.”
“I didn’t like that,” she whispered.
“Lying earns you a one-way ticket to a naughty-girl spanking.”
She stiffened, and he knew she was considering what that would feel like. “Sorry.”
“Besides, I already know you liked it,” Zale stated firmly. “My ears are still ringing.”
“Daddy!”
“I’m just teasing you, kitten. You are the best thing I’ve ever found in the woods.”
“Do you find a lot of things in the woods?”
“We hang out under trees a lot. We can talk about my job later if you would like. Right now, I’m focused on you.”
Zale wiped her cheeks free of the moisture that lingered from her tears. “How do you feel in here?” he asked, pressing a hand between her breasts to her heart.
She was quiet for a few breaths before answering in a voice so soft he had to strain to hear it. “Crying helped. I hadn’t allowed myself to do that. When I figured out that I was in big trouble, I was determined not to let him see I was afraid. He would have enjoyed seeing my tears.”
“You are very brave, kitten.”
“Not really. I’m a chicken. Maybe a turkey for falling for the story they told me.”
“You are never to call yourself names again, little girl,” he told her sternly. “You ran when you had the opportunity to run and tried to get away before then. They used drugs to cloud your mind, or you would have realized earlier that you were in trouble. I’d bet you did some extensive searching on the internet about the company who offered you a job.”
When she nodded, he told her, “Consider all those factors before you think badly of yourself. I think you have been very brave and resilient.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I’m glad you’re home. I’m better when I’m with you.”
“I’m better when I’m with you, too.” Zale deliberately mirrored her statement. She needed to know that it was okay to have feelings or worries. Everyone did.
“Daddy needs to wash his hands. Keep working on your picture. We need a Pippa Twinner creation on our refrigerator. It’s pretty plain right now.”
She considered the plain stainless-steel door with the rules on it and wrinkled her nose. “Boring! Just rules.”
Chuckling, Zale boosted her up and restored her panties and leggings into place. Her pink cheeks as he cared for her enchanted him. He hugged her close before sending her back to her chair with a pat on her bottom. She couldn’t be more perfect.