Page 242 of Cowboy Daddies

She took the candy from her mouth and handed it to him. Standing, he walked into the bathroom and threw it in the garbage before returning.

Casey sighed. “I still think that was a waste of a perfectly good piece of candy.”

“I don’t want you to rot your teeth. And it’s not appropriate to eat sugar right before bed.”

“Says who? That’s just the dental association trying to make up stuff against the sugar association. I’m a part of the sugar association. Those dentists have no right to dictate when and how much sugar we can eat. Don’t you agree, Daddy?”

“No,” he replied. “I don’t agree. You’re not going to any protest. And there’s no such thing as a sugar association.”

“Well, if there isn’t then there should be. Maybe I’ll start one. I’ll call it Casey’s Sugar Association. No, that sounds rather stuffy and boring. Casey’s Sugar Crew. Sugar High Casey. Casey’s Sugar Team.”

“You seem to be on a sugar high right now,” he said. “Have you thought of any limits? Are there any punishments you wouldn’t like?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d like you to yell at me. My dad did a lot of yelling. And no throwing things.”

His jaw tightened and it was all he could do not to get up and start pacing. Anger surged through him.

However, he forced his hands to relax because this wasn’t about her father. This was about them.

“I can promise you that I won’t do either of those things. And I’m not into anything hardcore. So no needles, no blood play.”

“Wow. I didn’t even know those things were on the table.”

“I went to a few clubs in my younger days. And we went through all of these different things. But I knew straightaway that I was a Daddy Dom. It really spoke to me. Being in charge of someone else. Taking care of them. Getting them dressed, feeding them, playing with them, spanking them.”

“I like the sound of most of that stuff,” she said.

“Most, huh? Are you all right with spankings as punishment? What about corner time? Lines? Any problems with those?”

“I’ve never been spanked before so I don’t really know whether I’d like it or not. Mind you, I’ve never done something called blood play either and I know I won’t like that. I’m willing to try spankings as long as you don’t use anything other than your hand.”

“I won’t. And I want you to know that these rules and limits are fluid. They can change. You only need to tell me. All right?”

Casey nodded. “And I’ll have a safeword?”

“Always. Would you like to make one up? Or use red?”

“I think I’ll make one up. I’d like to use the word ‘toffee.’”

“Toffee?” he asked. “That’s an interesting word to choose. Why toffee?”

“I like toffee. Every year, my granny would take me to the fair and we’d get toffee apples. And it always made me feel so good. So I reckon if I want you to stop doing something I don’t like, I’ll say a word that I do like and then things will be all better. Does that make sense?”

“I guess it does, little girl. Is there anything else you want to add right now?”

She shook her head. “I can’t think of anything.”

“All right then we need to talk about the rules. First, Wyatt comes first. We don’t talk about any of this in front of him. Agreed?”

“Yep,” she said. “Agreed.”

“No lies. We need to both be honest with each other.”

“Agreed.”

“Good. Communication is important so you need to tell me any time that you’re scared or uncomfortable. And I’ll do the same.”

She nodded.