downstairs. But I’ll be back, and
I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”
“All right, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, my sweet little
girl.”
The last thing she remembered was the
sound of her Daddy’s heavy footsteps walking across the floor.
Chapter Six
It didn’t take Bob long to adjust to
his new lifestyle. After all, he’d been waiting for years to find this
situation with just the right girl. He was mentally prepared. But he knew it
was harder for Candy. She’d flirted with BDSM role playing before, but nothing
this drastic. She was a modern woman, used to working, paying bills and
controlling all aspects of her life. Now she had nothing to do except be his
little girl. Such subjugation of her will to his was bound to be confusing and
sometimes tedious.
He told her that just because she’d
quit her job it didn’t mean she must literally stay home all the time. While he
was gone during the day she could shop, go to the library or bookstore, on a
nature hike, or to the gym. She could do volunteer work for charity
organizations or take college courses if she wanted to. His only stipulation
was that she must plan her day with him before she started running errands or
making decisions.
Part of their agreement when she moved
in was that he was in charge of her life now, as a father would be for his
child. He set guidelines about the movies, books and music she was allowed to
watch, read and listen to. No drinking and swearing were terms Candy seemed to
find difficult to get used to, and quitting smoking was even harder.
Sometimes she acted out on purpose,
swearing a blue streak or reeking of cigarette smoke. Bob expressed his
disappointment in her and gave her the spankings she’d earned—until he decided
she liked them too much and he must find a better way to get through to her.
The next time she cursed, he put a
ball gag in her mouth and made her wear it for hours. He knew it was
uncomfortable, stretching her jaw and making her throat ache. It was a lesson
she wouldn’t forget.
He’d destroyed all her cigarettes, and
when he found a hidden pack in her bedroom under the mattress, he thought long
and hard about the best way to deal with the transgression. He found her
reading in the living room and sat in the chair across from her.
“Hey, Daddy, what’s up?” Her bright
smile dimmed as she noted his serious expression. She closed the book.
“No ‘Daddy’ right now, Candy. We need
to talk. I found your cigarettes.”
“Oh.”
“I thought we both agreed you would
quit—not because I’m forcing you to but because smoking is bad for you.”
“I know. I have. But once in a while I
still need one.”
“I wish you’d talked to me about this.
It’s the sneakiness I can’t put up with. How can I trust you now?”
She gave a scoffing laugh. “Come on.
It’s such a minor thing. You’re making it a bigger deal than it is.”
“I don’t think so. It reflects your
mind set. You’re disobeying and keeping secrets. I can’t have that in my
house.”
She sat very still. “Are you kicking
me out?”
“Is that what you want?” he countered.
“Do you want to go back to your old lifestyle?”
“No. I told you I’m happy here. Why
are you blowing this so out of proportion?” Her voice rose. “Just spank me and
be done with it. I promise I won’t buy any more.”
“How can I believe you? You’ve broken
my trust and that is not a minor thing.”
She sat forward, leaning toward him.
“What do you want me to do? How are you going to punish me?”
Bob shook his head. “I really don’t
know what would be appropriate. Any punishment with whips, chains or binding
would just be a turn on for you. Taking your car keys away or solitary
confinement in your room would only make you resentful. This shouldn’t be about
me punishing you, but you correcting yourself. What do you think is the
appropriate way to teach this lesson—if you even realize what you’ve
I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”
“All right, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, my sweet little
girl.”
The last thing she remembered was the
sound of her Daddy’s heavy footsteps walking across the floor.
Chapter Six
It didn’t take Bob long to adjust to
his new lifestyle. After all, he’d been waiting for years to find this
situation with just the right girl. He was mentally prepared. But he knew it
was harder for Candy. She’d flirted with BDSM role playing before, but nothing
this drastic. She was a modern woman, used to working, paying bills and
controlling all aspects of her life. Now she had nothing to do except be his
little girl. Such subjugation of her will to his was bound to be confusing and
sometimes tedious.
He told her that just because she’d
quit her job it didn’t mean she must literally stay home all the time. While he
was gone during the day she could shop, go to the library or bookstore, on a
nature hike, or to the gym. She could do volunteer work for charity
organizations or take college courses if she wanted to. His only stipulation
was that she must plan her day with him before she started running errands or
making decisions.
Part of their agreement when she moved
in was that he was in charge of her life now, as a father would be for his
child. He set guidelines about the movies, books and music she was allowed to
watch, read and listen to. No drinking and swearing were terms Candy seemed to
find difficult to get used to, and quitting smoking was even harder.
Sometimes she acted out on purpose,
swearing a blue streak or reeking of cigarette smoke. Bob expressed his
disappointment in her and gave her the spankings she’d earned—until he decided
she liked them too much and he must find a better way to get through to her.
The next time she cursed, he put a
ball gag in her mouth and made her wear it for hours. He knew it was
uncomfortable, stretching her jaw and making her throat ache. It was a lesson
she wouldn’t forget.
He’d destroyed all her cigarettes, and
when he found a hidden pack in her bedroom under the mattress, he thought long
and hard about the best way to deal with the transgression. He found her
reading in the living room and sat in the chair across from her.
“Hey, Daddy, what’s up?” Her bright
smile dimmed as she noted his serious expression. She closed the book.
“No ‘Daddy’ right now, Candy. We need
to talk. I found your cigarettes.”
“Oh.”
“I thought we both agreed you would
quit—not because I’m forcing you to but because smoking is bad for you.”
“I know. I have. But once in a while I
still need one.”
“I wish you’d talked to me about this.
It’s the sneakiness I can’t put up with. How can I trust you now?”
She gave a scoffing laugh. “Come on.
It’s such a minor thing. You’re making it a bigger deal than it is.”
“I don’t think so. It reflects your
mind set. You’re disobeying and keeping secrets. I can’t have that in my
house.”
She sat very still. “Are you kicking
me out?”
“Is that what you want?” he countered.
“Do you want to go back to your old lifestyle?”
“No. I told you I’m happy here. Why
are you blowing this so out of proportion?” Her voice rose. “Just spank me and
be done with it. I promise I won’t buy any more.”
“How can I believe you? You’ve broken
my trust and that is not a minor thing.”
She sat forward, leaning toward him.
“What do you want me to do? How are you going to punish me?”
Bob shook his head. “I really don’t
know what would be appropriate. Any punishment with whips, chains or binding
would just be a turn on for you. Taking your car keys away or solitary
confinement in your room would only make you resentful. This shouldn’t be about
me punishing you, but you correcting yourself. What do you think is the
appropriate way to teach this lesson—if you even realize what you’ve
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