“Could I make some decisions for us? Not big ones. Just like.…” She struggled to find an example to share. “Like what towatch on TV. Wait, I already do that. Okay, how about what I want for dinner?” His texts to her during the day popped into her mind. He often suggested a couple of main courses and let her choose which one she felt like eating.
“That’s not a good one,” she corrected herself.
“I can’t think of a good example.” Coco finally conceded.
“Change is hard, Little girl. Think how many things in your life are different in the last couple of months. You finished school. Started a new job. Found a Daddy. Moved. And finally, submitted completely to another person.”
“All of those are incredible changes,” she protested.
“I agree. Processing each one takes time. It makes sense that you’d rebel.”
His reasonable tone helped her relax a bit. “Does that mean you’re not going to spank me with that?” she asked, pointing at the belt he still held in his hand.
“Oh, no. I’m going to address your behavior. You locked Daddy out of the nursery after putting your life in danger and willfully concealing your actions.”
“That sounds bad when you put it together like that,” she admitted. “But I learned my lesson. That means something, right?”
“It does. Hopefully, you’ll think several times before choosing this path again.”
One thing bothered her. “Can I ask something? How are you tracking my car?”
“When I put you on my insurance, they required a device on your car that would help the police locate your vehicle if someone stole it. It also pops up on my phone when you’re on the move. I could disable it, but I like knowing where you are in case you run into a problem. Do you want me to remove it from my notifications?”
She took a few seconds to think about it before answering. He didn’t rush her at all. While her first impulse was the tracker needed to go, Coco decided if she was bleeding in the car somewhere, she’d want her Daddy to know where to find her. “No. Don’t take it off. I might need you someday.”
“Thank you, Little girl. If you change your mind, we can talk about it again. Now, let’s deal with your behavior.”
“I’ll be good,” she promised.
“You will make poor decisions in the future, sweetheart. It’s what Little girls do. I love you very much, Coco. You enchant me. As soon as you have a very hot bottom, I plan to ravish you.”
Instantly, a thrill zinged through her. Her dread got pushed to the side to make way for arousal and pleasure. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Coco hooked her fingers under the waistband of her scrubs and underwear, thrusting them down to her ankles. “I’m ready. Spank me, Daddy.”
With a chuckle, he helped her settle over his hard thighs. “So eager to get spanked with a belt. I’ll have to use this again in the future.”
She’d never forget the movement of the air and the sound of the leather creaking as he lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on her bottom. “Ouch!” she said, wiggling to get away. She’d thought his hand hurt. This was way worse.
Roman held her securely in place as he whipped the belt up and landed it quickly on her skin. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“Eight more,” he told her and slapped the leather down.
Her bottom was already on fire. Seven more? Tears dropped to the floor under her face. “I’m never going to listen to that voice inside me!”
“Listening to a warning is good, sweetheart. Doing something you know is bad will earn you time over my lap,” Roman lectured as he delivered three more spanks.
The last four blurred together in her mind as he thankfully placed them quickly. Roman gathered her into his arms so she straddled his thighs, taking her weight off her bottom. Rocking her slowly, he whispered, “You’re okay, Coco. Daddy’s got you.”
“I should never have gone for those clothes. Muffin has plenty.”
“She does. If she needs a coat, we’ll get her one from a store. Together.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She wound her arms around his neck and pressed kisses across his bare chest.
“Do you promise to avoid dangerous situations in the future, Little girl?”
