Well, and chocolate, of course.
“So, are you going to tell me why you were cussing out your friend when I arrived?”
Just like that, the safe, snuggly feeling vanishes. “No.”
I feel him tense beneath me and have to resist the urge to squirm on his lap. Daddy does not like being told “No”, but I can’t bring myself to tell him I was pissed off because Penny is right. Idowant more than just a quick play session at the club before heading home to my empty apartment.
But Daddy’s never so much as hinted at wanting more with me, and I’m terrified that telling him I want a real relationship will push him away.
I’d rather have these little scraps of time than nothing at all.
“Juniper. Do you need another spanking?”
“No,” I whine, giving into the urge to squirm now, my bottom clenching around the plug. “I just don’t wanna talk about it!”
“You can either tell Daddy what happened or you can get your bottom spanked again and sit in the naughty chair for the rest of the evening.”
Jerking away, I stare up at him in shock. “You wouldn’t!”
But I can see the determination on his face. “I absolutely would and will if you don’t start talking, little girl.”
Panicked, I rack my brain for some explanation he might accept. “It was just… girl stuff. We were teasing each other and I took it too far.”
The corners of his mouth dip down and my heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest. If he decides I’m lying, not only will I end up right back over his knee, I’ll be tasting soap for a week.
“That didn’t sound like teasing when I walked in, Juniper Skye. Are you telling the truth?”
In the most technical sense, Pennywasteasing me. Clinging to that rationalization, I nod. “Yes, Daddy. I just overreacted a bit to something Penny said, that’s all. I feel kinda silly about it now.”
My breath tangles in my chest as I wait for him to push, to demand more concrete answers. But to my great relief, he nods slowly, though his mouth remains turned down in a frown.
“All right. But if I find out you weren’t being honest with me…”
“I am, Daddy, I promise.” At least as honest as I can be without baring more of my soul to him than I’m comfortable with right now.
“In that case” —he grins widely, and my jumping stomach finally settles— “why don’t you go pick out a game for us to play?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
The rest of the evening passes without incident—save for the spanking I earn for throwing a tantrum when I lose a game Candyland—and before I know it our time is over and Daddy tells me it’s time to clean up.
Maybe it’s because my bottom is so sore from all the spankings and thatotherthing Daddy did to me, but the news that we have to end our time together hits harder than usual and I find myself blinking back tears as I slowly return King Kandy and the other Candyland subjects to their box.
“What’s wrong, little gremlin?”
“Nuthin’,” I mutter, tossing a game piece into the box with far more force than necessary.
Pain radiates across my already sore bottom and a yelp escapes from my lips as I spin around to glare up at Daddy while my hands fly backward to rub at the sting. “What was that for?”
“Your attitude. And unless you’d like me to go get the purple paddle, I suggest you drop it right now, little girl.”
“No, Daddy, not the purple paddle!” I dance backward, well aware that if Daddy decides I need a date with the dreaded purple paddle, I won’t be able to escape.
“Then be a good girl and finish putting the game awaynicely.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Daddy watches as I carefully slide the box back into place, and when I turn around, he smiles approvingly. “You did a very good job cleaning up, baby. Are you ready to go?”
