“No. I’m going to lock them in the closet. You’ll have to earn them back. When you learn to keep your room clean and treat your things better, I’ll slowly give them back to you.”
That’s a relief, I guess. I lower my gaze.
“Go into the bathroom. Remove your clothes. Put them in the hamper. And then come back.”
My heart rate picks up as I hesitate only a moment before turning around and walking across the hall. I’m shaking as I pull my pink T-shirt off and drop it in the hamper, followed by my purple leggings and panties. I’m not wearing a bra. I’m not permitted to in the house. My feet are bare too.
I return to Daddy feeling naked, not just physically but emotionally. Vulnerable, I guess.
“Hands at your sides, Little one.”
I have them clasped in front of me, but at his demand, I drop them to my sides.
“You haven’t been shaving often enough, baby girl.”
I flinch. Daddy has told me multiple times I either have to shave my pussy every other day or have him do it. I’ve done neither for over a week. It’s amazing he can see my pubic hair from there since I’m so blond, but he does.
I’ve been unfocused for a month now, ever since classes ended. After years of schooling, I’m finally done, except for the small detail of my thesis. Minor detail. It’s nothing really. Just months of research and a paper to write.
Daddy makes me stand in front of him naked like this for a while. He takes his time before speaking again. “Are you unhappy, Melody?”
I shiver, partly because I’m actually chilled. “No, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Are you sure? Because from my viewpoint, things aren’t going well. You’re defiant and deliberately disobedient, which leads me to believe either you’re no longer committed to our arrangement, or you’re crying out for me to be stricter with you.”
I swallow, my head tipped down, my gaze on my bare feet.
“Eyes on mine, Melody.”
I lift my gaze. He’s so imposing. So dominant. Everything about him screams Dom. He’s sitting here in his suit and tie, which he hasn’t even loosened since he got home. His body language is casual and relaxed as if he knows exactly what’s going to happen here while I have no clue.
He’s gripping his chin, his thumb under it, his pointer stroking his full lips. He’s been at work for eight hours, so he has a slight five-o’clock shadow, which only makes him look sexier. More commanding somehow.
My body betrays me, reacting to him the way it always does when he puts me in my place like this. My nipples are stiff points, and my pussy is swollen and wet.
He’s waiting for me to respond. I swallow. “I’m committed, Sir.”
He holds my gaze and nods. “Then it’s the latter? Do you need more discipline? You’re misbehaving more every day. I can only spank you so many times. It’s lost its effectiveness. I’ve tried taking away your toys. I’ve tried making you write sentences. I’ve tried leaving you in uncomfortable time outs. And yet, you still defy me every chance you get.”
A tear escapes, and I don’t want to wipe it away. I don’t have permission to lift my arms anyway. “I’m not sure, Daddy. I don’t want to be bad. It’s like I can’t stop myself.”
“You’re not bad, Melody. We’ve talked about this before. Please do not demean yourself that way. You’re misguided right now. That’s no reflection on your heart. You’re a good girl, Melody.”
“I can’t seem to focus,” I tell him. “It’s like I was stuck in the classroom and doing homework for so many years, now that I don’t have class all of the sudden, I don’t want to do anything.”
He narrows his gaze. I know he’s thinking about what I’ve said. “We’re going to have to make some changes if you’re truly committed to being my Little.”
I nod quickly. “I am, Daddy. I really am. I’ll do whatever you say.” I’m nervous because it hasn’t really occurred to me he could break up with me if I don’t pull myself together. He doesn’t like this naughty side of me. I know that, but I keep defying him anyway. Why am I pushing his buttons?
He lifts a brow. “We had an agreement. You made a commitment to me. We’ve been together three years, living together for two. You were very young when we met. You’re still young, Melody.”
“I’m twenty-five, Daddy. I’m not that young.”
He narrows his gaze. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking, but to your point, you were twenty-two when we met. Twenty-three when I asked you to live with me. I’m thirty-eight, baby girl. That’s a thirteen-year gap. Is it too much? Are you starting to wish you could run around with your peers and go to bars and dance and party?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” I’m not lying. I’ve never regretted the commitment I made to Daddy. He’s my world. I partied some with my friends when I was younger, but I also knew I was Little from the moment I entered my first fetish party at nineteen.
I’m drawn to the lifestyle. It suits me. I love having someone else take care of me. I’m honestly not sure I could have finished the last two years of school if it weren’t for Daddy helping keep me in line and directing me.
