Page 6 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER SIX

Daniel

The moment she opens the door and sees me, Kaylee’s eyes open wide. She squeals and cries out, “Daddy!” and then throws her arms around me. I hold her tightly and then lift her up, carrying her into her apartment and closing the door with my leg. This curvy little girl is irresistible, and it’s a damned difficult thing to have her so close to me without just carrying her to her bed and screwing her like there’s no tomorrow.

I walk to the couch and sit her down and then I sit down next to her. She immediately scrambles onto my lap and kisses me again. “How was your day, Daddy?” she asks.

“It was wonderful,” I reply, “because I knew after work, I would get to see my little princess.” She blushes and I love how that always happens. She giggles a little nervously because that’s always her response to a compliment. I kiss her forehead and ask, “How was your day?”

“Good,” she says brightly. “Just waiting for you.”

I chuckle. “That’s sweet, honey. Seriously, though, what did you do today?”

“I cleaned up the apartment and I got the roast in the oven. It has about an hour left.” She presses her lips together and giggles slightly. “How would you like to spend that hour, Daddy?”

My cock responds with a little pressure on my pants. I reach forward and stroke her cheek. “Well, pumpkin,” I say, “as much as I want to spend that hour enjoying my little girl’s princess parts, we have more to talk about. Let’s go over your schoolwork and see how things are going.”

Her face falls.

It is the fourth week of the semester. Her classes are all online.

“Princess?” I ask.

“I… It’s going well, Daddy,” she says.

“Bring me your laptop right now, little girl,” I reply.

“But—” She sees the expression on my face and sighs. “Yes, Daddy,” she says sullenly. She slides off my lap and disappears into the room. I get up and walk to the dining room table. She arrives with her laptop and I tell her to log into her classes.

She’s way behind.

Way behind.

“You have multiple assignments in each class that still aren’t done,” I say.

She looks ashamed and says, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t you want to get your degree?” She nods her head. I say sharply, “Use your word little girl!”

Her head snaps up, eyes wide. “Yes, Daddy!” she says.

“Is that a yes to you using your words or to wanting to get your degree?”

She swallows hard and says, “both, Daddy.”

“But you aren’t doing the work.”

She shakes her head. “No, Daddy.”

I look at her and say, “We’ve talked about submission, about submitting to your Daddy in things that aren’t just fun and games.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says. I can see she’s nervous.

“Do you want your degree?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She knows what’s coming and it scares her.

“Will you submit that to me? Will you ask me to be responsible for holding you accountable for getting it done?”