“I’m very proud of you.” Daddy stretched his leg out and rubbed it against mine. “I’m also going to be very nosy anytime you have people come over now.”
“I would appreciate that.” Because I was pretty sure my days of being left alone by my family were long gone. “And maybe we put in a gate in the fence between our backyards so I can hide with you if I need to?”
Daddy’s head cocked. “What if we put a ladder over the fence behind that big bush tree thing. I don’t know the name of it, but it’ll hide the ladder and we can take it down the next time they invite themselves over for another barbecue.”
Ugh.
“Don’t say that. My mother already texted me and asked if I could add a few hot dogs next time.” I needed to learn how to tell people no more often. “None of them eat hot dogs. Not even any of Indy’s kids.”
I’d been afraid to ask what she was doing.
Daddy hummed softly before leaning back in his bench and frowning. “Whatever I’m thinking is going to be wrong, so I’m trying to think outside the box.”
“Let’s try outside the planet.” A box just wasn’t going to cut it. “I was thinking she found some kind of recipe online or one of those weird cooking videos where they do strange things with food?”
“I’m almost afraid to guess.” Daddy flashed me a quick grin as I nodded. “Do you like hot dogs?”
“I like almost everything that isn’t yucky.” Some stuff was just gross. “Little me likes things like hot dogs but big me never thinks about ordering them or buying them.”
I didn’t know why.
“Maybe I get distracted by other things in the store? Nuggets and things like that are much more fun.” Daddy nuggets were going to be even better, though. “I thought about nuggets. Oops.”
His laugh made me want to wiggle but I was very good and behaved myself. “How about I make them for you next weekend?”
More dates?
“Yes, please.” That was going to be fun. “I need new clothes. I don’t have nugget ones.”
Daddy blinked. “They have nugget clothes?”
“There are all kinds of clothes, Daddy.” Oops. “Um, Knightly.”
Ha.
Better.
His smirk said he wasn’t worried about the Daddy thing. “I thought I was your knight, not Knightly.”
Ugh.
“You’re doing it again.” I was going to end up Little because he was naughty. “I’m trying to be grown-up so we can talk.”
Because even I knew I needed to be big long enough for us to have limits conversations or I’d never get a spanking. My taps earlier had been fun but not full-spanking-level fun. He also seemed to know how to do other BDSM stuff, so I had to figure that out too.
But Daddy was definitely the thoroughly communicate type, so I had to stay big and helpful or it would take forever to do anything naughtier than kissing.
“Then we’ll talk.” Daddy reached out and took my hand. “I like being around both sides, so I will do my best to stop trying to bring out your Little side.”
Yep, he’d been naughty.
“Do you like that part best?” Oh, that look. “It’s okay to have favorites. I like nuggets better than strips but they’re both very good.”
Was rolling his eyes a good sign or a bad one?
“I think you’re cute when you’re Little and I like how excited you get.” He was spelling it out so clearly I had a feeling he wanted to poke my chest.
Or maybe spank me?
