Chapter 11
Camden
I’m surprised by everything that Simone has said to me in the last half an hour. I did not expect the two of them to bring me in to talk about impact play and sex. I thought today’s visit with Quinten would be about healing tools for Simone, such as keeping a journal or talking about her feelings.
Apparently, what my girl needs is a hard spanking and a good fuck. I hope to God she’s right when she says those are things she needs and wants.
I invited Quinten here to help her through her trauma. If he believes she’s ready to submit to me on a deeper level, I will take his advice. After all, this is about paying attention to what Simone believes she’s ready for. Only she knows that.
As soon as I give a final wave to Quinten and shut the front door, Simone turns on me, stepping in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist, tipping her head back, and setting her chin on my chest. “So, are you going to stop babying me?”
“I’ll never stop babying you, Little one. That’s part of age play,” I tease as I grab her ponytail and pull her head back farther, exposing her neck.
She rolls her eyes. “Daddy…”
We both gasp at the same time.
Her cheeks turn pink as her smile grows. “That just slipped out.”
“I like it. Do it again.”
“Daddy…” Her voice is deeper this time, and she drags out the moniker for a few extra syllables.
“I guess if your subconscious causes you to call me Daddy, you’re ready for me to dominate you in a way that’s worthy of the name.”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
“Okay, but there are rules.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Sassy girl.”
She giggles. “Always.”
“We’ll see how sassy you are after I’ve spanked you for the first time. Your only experiences are from watching other people get spanked or reading about it. You have no idea if you’ll even like it or not.”
“Natasha didn’t think she would, and she does.”
“You are not Natasha. You are not any other Little girl. You’re you . Do not ever compare yourself to anyone else. You and I will have our own dynamic, and it doesn’t need to look like anyone else’s.”
“Okay.” She’s at least slightly subdued. That’s rare.
“First, we’re going to spend some time talking about what you want from a Daddy and setting some ground rules.”
Her shoulders fall. “Okay…”
I chuckle. “Did you think as soon as Quinten walked out the door, I would haul you over my knees, spank you senseless, and then fuck you over the arm of the couch?”
She shrugs. “It’s not a bad idea.”
I roll my eyes. “Not going to happen.”
“Can you at least give me a possible timeline here?”
I narrow my gaze at her. “Listen, naughty girl, how about you let me be the Dominant and you try being the submissive? Think you can handle that?”
She shrugs again. “Maybe… I mean, I’ve been submitting to you for a week, haven’t I?”
“Oh, my dear, sweet Little girl. I have not begun to dominate you like I want to. Not even close.”
“Thank God. I was hoping you would eventually up the ante.”
I give her hair another tug. “Who’s in charge here?”
“You are, Daddy.”
I grab her shoulders and turn her around. “Kitchen. Now.”
She giggles adorably as she skips off in that direction. She’s lighter than she’s been since I picked her up from the hospital. I’m relieved. Apparently, this visit with Quinten was a good idea.
“Sit.” I point toward the table before heading to grab some paper and colored pencils from the kitchen drawer that’s filled with coloring books and other art supplies.
I’ve been collecting Little paraphernalia for years, but I’ve received deliveries every day for the past few weeks, too. Most of it, Simone knows nothing about. She will soon enough.
I set the paper in front of her and hand her the box of pencils. “Pick a color.”
She opens it and carefully taps her lips before choosing orange. Interesting choice.
I slide onto the seat next to her.
“Did you want me to draw you a picture or take notes?”
She is going to sass me every step of the way, and I’m going to fucking love it. Her sass is what drew me to her from the very beginning. I’ve been hoping she would not lose that naughty side when we reached a place where I was finally able to bring her into my home for good.
“Notes, Baby girl. A list of rules. You can number them. The first one is I will not sass my Daddy.”
She pouts. “I’ll break that rule before I even get it written down.”
I chuckle. “I’m counting on it.”
“What’s the punishment for sassing you?”
“I don’t know yet. We haven’t gotten there.” I tap the paper.
She leans over and writes, 1. I will not sass my Daddy . When she’s finished, she puts that pencil away and pulls out another one.
I see what her plan is. Cute.
I tap the paper again. “I will not run in the house.”
She writes, swaps the pencil, and looks at me.
“I will not cuss.”
Same process.
“I will not argue with my Daddy when he tells me to do something.”
Purple pencil.
“I will not touch my pussy without permission.”
She giggles.
We go through several more rules that are just for fun. None of them are important or life-threatening.
She looks skeptical. “I’ll never be able to follow all these, Daddy.”
“That’s why they fall under the minor-infractions list. If you break them, you will get funishments. Things like a swat on the bottom, timeouts, writing sentences, orgasm denial.”
She gasps. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.”
I shrug. “All of them will make you squirm.”
“How is a spanking, timeout, or writing sentences going to make me squirm?”
“You’ll see. I’m pretty creative.”
“I took a lot of your classes. None of them were creative writing.”
I laugh. “Such a sassy girl.” I push my chair away from the table and hold out a hand. “Come here.”
She slides off her seat and comes to me.
I’m quick to act, not wanting her to have time to process as I lean her over my thighs, lift her dress a few inches to expose her leggings, give her bottom one hard swat, and then grab her pussy.
She arches her head up and whimpers as I hold her pussy in my grip for a few seconds. Just enough to tease her. When I finally release her, I help her stand and point to the chair she just vacated. “Sit, sassy girl.”
She’s dazed and trembling as she stares at me. “Daddy…”
I lift a brow.
“That… You… My…” She draws in a ragged breath.
“Sit, Baby girl, and part your legs. I don’t want you to squeeze them together.”
She manages to climb back onto her chair and spread her legs, but she’s breathing heavily. She’s off-kilter. That was my plan.
“Sassy girls get swift funishments.”
She shakes her head. “That was not fun.”
“Is your pussy wet?”
She nods.
“I think that’s fun then, don’t you?”
She shakes her head again. “Not if you’re going to leave me like this.”
“Consider it foreplay. If you want me to keep you on edge all day, you can break all the rules as often as you want. I’ll torment you with quick punishments that will have you panting by the time I decide to have mercy on your sweet body.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I point toward the paper again. “Turn it over. The next list is serious items that are a matter of health and safety. Grab a pencil.”
She chooses black and closes the box. Good choice.
I rattle them off slowly while she writes.
“I will not leave the house without permission. I will tell Daddy exactly where I’ll be at all times and text him when I change locations.
I will keep the tracker on my phone on at all times.
I will not drink alcohol. I will not drive in bad weather.
I will not lie to Daddy. I will not go anywhere alone after dark.
I will be home by nine unless I have special permission. I will not talk badly about myself.”
She says nothing while she writes the second list. When she’s done, she sets the pencil down and stares at it for a long time.
I’m not sure what she’s thinking, so I wait for a while before setting one of my hands over hers. “What’s wrong, Little one?”
She shoves her chair back, jumps down, and rushes over to throw herself at me.
I’m taken aback as I wrap my arms around her and pull her between my legs. I rub her back, surprised when she sniffles. “Simone…”
Finally, she says, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to do any of those things ever again, so you can put your paddle away. It’s going to get dusty if you leave it out.”
My heart seizes as I grasp what she’s talking about. I lift her and settle her on my lap. “Little one, you will eventually be able to go out again.”
She shakes her head, sending her ponytail flying. It’s becoming a trademark of hers—to shake her head so fast and hard that she whips hair into her face.
“Guess what? I don’t care whether you do those things or not, Little one.
I’ll be waiting for you, pacing around, the entire time you’re gone the first few times you leave here without me.
I’d rather you stayed with me all the time.
But you will get through this, and you will want some independence again one day. ”
“I won’t.” She pouts.
I shrug. “If you don’t, that’s okay, too.” I don’t need to argue with her. Simone is not the sort of woman who’s going to spend her entire life kneeling at my feet. As much as the idea appeals to me, I’m realistic.
“Natasha’s Daddy doesn’t let her do any of those things,” she argues, lifting her gaze. It’s almost comical. She says that like I’m a meanie for not insisting she never leave the house.
I pat her thigh. “Remember what I said about comparing yourself to other Littles. You’re not Natasha.
Natasha is exceptionally submissive. She doesn’t like to get in trouble.
She has different needs than you. She’s happier when Jameson imposes extremely strict limits.
She needs boundaries. We will explore what you need from a Daddy, Simone, and I will give you exactly what you need.
Never doubt that. But don’t compare yourself to any other Little, understood? ”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “Will you be mad if I just want to stay in the house and find a job I can do from here?”
“There is nothing you can do or not do that will make me mad. Have you ever seen me mad?”
“No, Sir.”
“I don’t have the temperament for being angry, Little one. Good Daddies do not. We’re a patient breed. We have to be in order to keep up with naughty Little girls.” I tap her nose, hoping to get her to smile.
“But what if what I need doesn’t align with what you need, Daddy?”
“Do you want to know what I need, Simone?”
She nods slowly.
“I need the Little girl I fell hard for several years ago to finally be mine. I need her to be happy and healthy. I need to do whatever it takes to make her smile and laugh and squirm and moan. I need to watch and learn from her and adjust my expectations to meet her needs. As her Daddy, it will fill my heart when she’s the best possible version of herself. ”
“I don’t even know what age range I want to play in.”
“That’s okay. It won’t change my feelings a bit.
I don’t care what age range we ultimately settle on or even if we never settle and instead switch around from time to time.
We might need to shake things up a bit now and then.
My Little girl changes her mind a lot. Sometimes, she’s pink and frilly.
Other times, she black and dark.” I reach up to tickle under her chin.
She scrunches her nose. “I think the goth thing is over.”
I shrug. “If it is, that’s fine. If it comes back, I’ll roll with it.”
“I didn’t reschedule my interviews with those publishing houses,” she blurts out.
“Baby, I know that.”
“You do?”
“Yes. If you had rescheduled them, you would have told me. I assumed you weren’t ready and told them so.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. I don’t know if that’s something I want to do. After I graduated, I was just applying for random internships to fill my time.”
“I gathered that when I realized you hadn’t made any plans before graduation and then you told me you didn’t need to work.”
“I promise I’ll never be a burden on you, Daddy.”
My brows shoot up high. “A burden? You could never be a burden, Little one. Not emotionally or financially. Wipe the idea from your head, Simone.”
“I might like to open my own editing service.”
“If that appeals to you, I think it’s a great idea.”
“But I’m not ready.”
“I agree. I don’t think you could focus or give it your all right now. Take your time. Don’t rush yourself. There’s no need. How about, for now, you focus on figuring out what it means to be my Little girl?”
She smiles. “I’d like that.”