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We didn’t talk on the walk back, but we didn’t need to. As excited as I was to see him, I was more exhausted than I wanted to admit. That blanket of fatigue felt heavier the closer I drew to home and by the time he walked me up into my apartment and into my bedroom, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. When I tried to kiss him again so that I could initiate something more, he kissed me back, but he didn’t do anything further.

“It’s time for bed, little girl,” he murmured.

“But I…” I tried and he shook his head. When I attempted to press further, he pulled me close and smacked both sides of my bottom firmly enough to sting, which really wasn’t that hard at all. I blushed, and then he started to undress me.

“Daddy?”

“I’m going to dress you for bed, my sweet girl.”

I raised a brow, and he lifted my shirt over my head. He deftly unclasped my bra before I was ready for it and when I tried to knock his hands away, he captured mine in one and pinched my left nipple firmly with the other. I yelped and he let go. I was much more obedient after that.

He placed my hands on the back of my head while he undressed my lower half. He pushed down my pants first, leaving me in just my panties as he silently directed me to spread my legs for him. My clit pulsed dangerously hard.

“My seed looks so pretty on your thighs, little girl,” he remarked, which made my cheeks flame anew.

He pushed my panties down next, leaving me standing there completely nude as he opened my dresser drawers one by one until he found my stash of soft comfy nightshirts. He came back over to me and threaded one onto my arms and then over my head.

“Climb into bed and I’ll tuck you in,” he directed.

“Can I have a pair of panties?” I asked, embarrassed to have to request something like that.

“Not tonight, little girl. You may put on panties when I allow it again so that you remember not to fight Daddy when he puts you to bed,” he scolded gently.

My clit pulsed again.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, pouting just a tiny bit as I quickly scrambled into my bed.

He chuckled as he pulled up the covers to my chin.

“Sweet dreams, my little girl. I believe my apartment is on your cleaning schedule tomorrow, so I’ll see you very soon,” he promised.

“Thanks for walking me home, Daddy.” I curled up, looked into those warm ocean eyes, and lost myself in those swirling depths.

“It was my pleasure. I will walk you home again tomorrow and the day after that.”

“I’d like that,” I smiled, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and then my lips. The warmth of that kiss burned long after he pulled away.

“Goodnight, my little girl.”

“Goodnight, my Daddy,” I whispered, and he walked out of the room, shutting off the lights.

I listened to his footsteps as he left and descended the stairs, feeling more loved and cared for than I had ever in my life.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up with a resounding pulse of excitement strumming through my veins. I got Emma ready for work that morning and when the two of us walked down the stairs into the coffee shop, Irma was waiting behind the counter with an elated look on her face.

“Good morning,” I greeted her.

“Morning, Leah! So how are things with you and Kieran?” she asked quickly. Her eyes were sparkling like she already had guessed how serious we were, and she just needed to hear it from me.

“We’re going really well,” I admitted. I wasn’t about to tell her how yesterday had gone, especially that he’d punished me. I wasn’t going to tell her that he’d taken the privilege of panties away from me either.

“Pretty serious, huh?” she pressed.

“Yeah,” I blushed.

“So serious that he already asked me to watch Emma again for you two again today. You’re supposed to clean his place, aren’t you?” she winked, her face lighting up.

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