Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
ARROW
A rrow studied Emilee's face intently, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a flicker of guilt pass over her features. He sat back on his heels, still maintaining eye contact. “Kitten, I think there's something you're not telling me. Did you and Trinity do something naughty at dinner?”
Emilee squirmed in her seat, her gaze dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “I... we...” she started, her voice barely above a whisper. “We put our green beans in Clover’s dish when Uncle Tater wasn't looking.”
Arrow raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of disappointment and curiosity. “And then what happened, Kitten?”
Emilee's lower lip trembled as she continued, “We... we snuck into the kitchen and got the brownies and ice cream while Uncle Tater was busy in the meeting with you.”
Arrow looked at Tater and back at Emilee. Something wasn’t right here. Tater wouldn’t have that scowl on his face if he did. “What are you leaving out?”
“It’s okay, Em,” Trinity said. “She doesn’t want to tell on me.”
“You did what?” Lucky asked her.
“I dropped the pan of brownies,” Trinity said quietly. “I didn’t mean to… I swear!”
“I made two half sheet pans of brownies; each pan serves forty to fifty people. They dropped half of the brownies for the club,” Tater explained.
It made sense now. Not only did the girls sneak brownies, they dropped half of them on the floor.
“They were still warm and after we cut two squares and put them in the bowl, I backed into the pan and it fell over,” Trinity confessed.
“It’s not just her fault,” Emilee added. “I helped her clean it up and hide the evidence.”
Arrow sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Emilee, do you think that was respectful to Uncle Tater? He made rules for a reason, and you made the choice to outright disobey him and in the process, you made it so half of the club won’t get dessert tonight.”
“No, Daddy. It wasn't respectful. I'm sorry.”
“I appreciate your honesty, Kitten, but you know there are consequences for breaking rules and being disrespectful,” Arrow said, his tone firm but not unkind. “We'll discuss your punishment after I talk to Uncle Tater. For now, I want you to sit here and think about why what you did was wrong.”
“Well, brother, what do you think?” Arrow asked Tater once they were out of earshot of the girls.
Tater’s back was to the women, and he broke into a huge grin. “It’s just brownies, no harm done. Most of us could use to lose a few pounds.”
“Still, they shouldn’t have been sneaking dessert and not following directions,” Lucky said. “A punishment is necessary.”
“I’m a big believer in making sure the punishment fits the crime,” Arrow added. “If it was your little who did this, how would you discipline her?”
“I’d paddle her butt for sneaking, disobeying and then hiding the mistake from me and then take away dessert for a week,” Tater said. “Obviously, I’m not going to spank your girls, no matter how tempting it might be.” Nor would Arrow allow any other man to spank his girl. Spanking, like sex, was intimate.
“I think no dessert or sweets of any kind for a week is more than reasonable,” Arrow said.
“Perfect punishment for Trinity. Do you know how many sweets she comes in contact with during the week at work? I like it,” Lucky said. “And don’t worry, I’ll take care of the rest. My little girl has a long session with her Daddy tonight.”
“Don’t be too hard on her,” Arrow said.
“Oh? Why not? Do you know something I don’t?” Lucky asked.
“I know it sounds strange coming from me. I am the most hard-nosed of all of us, but I have a feeling Trinity was only acting this way to help Emilee become more comfortable letting her little out here. You know, helping her feel safe.”
Lucky thought for a minute, and they all turned to look over at the girls. Trinity had reached over and squeezed Emilee’s hand. She was speaking in low turns to the other woman. Arrow couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he knew based on the look on Emilee’s face it was comforting. Lucky must have noticed because he smiled at Arrow and nodded.
The trio walked back over to stand in front of the girls.
“Listen up, girls, Uncle Tater has something to say,” Lucky told them.
“I am very disappointed in my little angels,” he started. “Because of your antics, half of the club will not get dessert tonight. Since they aren’t getting dessert, you aren’t either. I don’t mean tonight, because you already had a large serving of my brownies. There will be no dessert for you tomorrow or for the next week. The next time you’re allowed sweets of any kind will be after next week’s meeting.”
“What? You can’t be serious!” Trinity said.
“He is very serious, Little Rabbit,” Lucky told her. “And no dessert for a week is only the beginning of your punishment. You still have to answer for disobeying, hiding what you did from Daddy and running away from us.”
As if she didn’t hear what he’d just said, Trinity spoke again. “No sweets for a week? An entire week? Seven whole days? I… I… can’t!”
“You can because if you sneak a sweet this week, you will not only get your butt blistered, but the week will also start over. Do I make myself clear?” Lucky’s told was cold and calculated, none of the men in the room would question him when using it.
“Yes, Daddy!” Trinity finally replied.
“Good. Now, I’m not done here. I have a meeting with Savage and Irish in fifteen minutes. That is plenty of time to start your punishment. Say goodbye to Emilee and go upstairs. You know how I want you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Trinity said again. She turned to Emilee and Arrow did not miss the wink she gave her. “It was nice coloring with you tonight. I hope we can do it again soon! Come by and see me at Day it was a dance of balancing discipline and protection with affection and nurturing, a framework that allowed them both to thrive. As her Daddy, it was his responsibility to be consistent with the boundaries. She needed them and he needed to be the one to give them to her.
He parked and swung his leg off the bike, feeling the familiar rush of anticipation. Tonight, he needed to talk to her about her behavior at The Clubhouse. The way she’d felt safe enough to escape from her adult world to play with Trinity was adorable but needed guidance. It was this balance—between nurturing and authority—that made their bond so profound.
In their dynamic, surrender wasn’t just about yielding control; it was about peeling away layers of adulthood, allowing her to regress to a space where she could let go of all logic and responsibility. She’d trust him to keep her safe while she explored those intimate, emotional territories. It required immense respect and faith in him as her Daddy. Faith that included his correcting her when she was naughty. He suspected some of her naughtiness, like Trinity’s was out of the need to be reeled back in, the desire to experience what it meant to be owned by someone who always put your needs above their own and was strong enough to push back when you disobeyed.
As he stepped toward the front door, his heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead. He was excited, not just for the conversation but for the chance to strengthen the bond they shared. He entered the house behind her, a smile creeping across his face as he remembered the look on hers when Tater decided the girls had to go a week without dessert. It was a perfect punishment for their shenanigans.
Arrow studied Emilee's face carefully, his eyes searching hers. “Now, Kitten, I want you to tell me exactly what is going on with you today. Is Daddy not giving you enough attention this week?”
Emilee squirmed in her seat, her gaze dropping to her lap. “You are, Daddy. I just…”
“You just what, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know if I can describe it.”
“Can you try?”
“I have all these thoughts in my head and I don’t like them.”
“Thoughts? Can you tell me more?”
“Like, what happens when you decide you are done with me? Everyone gets done with me at some point, even people who say they are my best friends abandon me and trust other people over me. I thought Catie knew me better and knew I’d not abandon her, but even she believed I left her. You’ve known me less than a week and I’m supposed to believe you won’t leave me?”
“I won’t leave you. My intuition has never, not one time led me astray. It’s telling me now that you belong to me, Emilee. I believe you when you tell me what happened and I’m sorry Catie didn’t. I’m not Catie. I’m not going anywhere. The only way I can prove that to you is by staying. I’ll be here tomorrow when you wake up and the next day.”
“What about when I mess up?”
“We will deal with it as it comes along. Did I not spank you tonight when you disobeyed me?”
“I don’t mean when little me messes up, I mean when adult me messes up.”
“Let’s talk through what you are saying,” Arrow said. “In this relationship, I am the head of the house. I’m the head when you are in little headspace and when you are in adult headspace. The rules are the same no matter what is going on, and the consequences are as well. I don’t turn on and off being your Daddy. You might not always want to be in little space, and that is okay, but the rules remain. Respect, safety, and responsibility are non-negotiable.”
“I hope you wouldn’t behave like that, but, if you did, we would take a time out, end the conversation and cool off. I would send you to your room for a breather. After we’d both calmed down, we’d talk it through, and you would be punished.”
“You wouldn’t leave me?”
“You might wish me to leave after I am done punishing your asshole.”
“My… asshole?”
“Yes. Big girl punishments differ greatly from little girl ones. I will never fuck your ass while you are in little headspace. Throw something at me in big girl headspace and you might find yourself bent over the couch, having your ass fucked, filled with cum and plugged. After an hour or so holding my cum in your sore ass, you might change your mind about throwing things out of anger.”
He watched her carefully; she swallowed hard, but her nipples were pebbling and were clearly visible through her shirt. His words turned her on as well as terrified her. She truly was perfect for him.
“You’d do that?”
“Absolutely. I’ll always give you exactly what you need, Kitten. If you need to snuggle and watch cartoons while in your little headspace, I’m here for you. If you need me to chase you around the house, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk, I’ll do that too. When you need a stress relief spanking, I’ll slowly spank your butt until you’ve released every ounce of tension in your body, and I’ll hold you while you sob. I will take care of you and support you. I’m here to celebrate every one of your victories, praise you for being the good girl you are, while also leave you sorry and sobbing after being a very naughty girl.”
“I don’t know what to say. I guess I’ve spent so long chasing fantasies. I didn’t think any of them would ever come true, you know? Who can live this lifestyle 24/7 and not get burned out? I love being a little. It’s not possible to be a little always. I have to go to work. I have responsibilities. Coming home to you and being able to release all of it and give into the regression I love so much is incredibly freeing. I worry it’s too good to be true and not maintainable.”
“Fantasies and reality aren’t the same, but there is a place where they meet, and life is very good. I can’t promise to be a perfect Daddy, but I can promise to work on it and give you my very best. Our relationship, like all relationships, requires work. I’m willing to put in the work if you are. I’m willing to carry the weight of the responsibilities and make it look easy, as long as you will allow me to lead.”
“I’ve wanted this life for years. I gave up, thinking it was out of reach. It was an internal struggle I locked behind the mental walls I built. I wouldn’t be disappointed in not having it if I ignored the desires and pretended they didn’t exist. You opened up this world for me and I know I couldn’t ever go back to simply playing it twice a month at The Citadel. It’s a part of me. I’m scared of being hurt.”
“I get it. I want you to ask all the questions. We can negotiate and renegotiate. Our relationship will grow over time. We’ve spoken a lot about boundaries this week, I will always honor your boundaries and hard limits. I will only push them within the confines you’ve given. We both hold equal value and importance in this relationship. While I am in control, your worth isn’t diminished; in fact, it is enhanced. Your submission is a gift I don’t take lightly. All I can ask is to give me one day at a time, Kitten.”
“I can do that, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Kitten?”
“I am really sorry for how I behaved today.”
“I know, Kitten. Daddies are allowed to give grace to their littles.”
“Grace?”
“Yep. I already punished you tonight and I don’t think you need any more punishment. You will abide by the no sweets rule for the week. Grace is when I forgive you for your misdeeds without requiring payment for them. Now, I won’t do this often, I believe in paying for your crimes, but occasionally, if I feel you’ve learned your lesson and don’t need any more punishment, I will give you grace. Tonight is one of those times. You don’t need another spanking. I think you need me to hold you and tell you everything is going to be alright.”
“I do, and I really am sorry.”
“I know you are, Kitten. Come here.” He opened his arms, and she wasted no time flying into them.