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“Can I wait until my butt stops hurting?”
“Nope.”
“I thought you might say that,” she said with a sigh. “I guess I’m ready, then.”
“Good girl. Let’s get you set up at the desk so you can write down your new rules.”
* * *
She was goingto burn every single one of those stupid mats.
Not that it would matter. Dean would probably just spank her for burning them and then order more. But it was nice to fantasize about as she shifted uncomfortably on the scratchy material. Between the spanking, the mat, and the plug in her bottom, she was miserable.
Even worse than the physical discomfort was the heaviness in her heart. Hearing Dean confess he couldn’t survive losing her had only made the guilty knot in her stomach bigger, and the spanking hadn’t done much to alleviate it. Hopefully by the time she’d acceptedallof her punishment, the guilt would finally disappear for good.
From behind her came the sound of Dean clearing his throat, and she picked up her pen with a quiet sigh. “Ready, Daddy.”
“Let’s see. The first three rules are the same. Always be honest with Daddy. Only apologize when you’ve done something wrong or hurt someone. And Always tell Daddy when you are hurt, whether it’s physical or emotional.”
Dutifully, she wrote down the rules and then glanced up at the original list he’d pinned to the wall above the desk. “Do I still have to ask permission to go outside?”
“Nope. But you do need permission to leave the property, and you are to always let Daddy know where you will be. That can be the new Rule Four.”
She started to write it down, but hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. “What if you’re working and I need to go to the grocery store or something?”
“Good point.” He hummed softly, and her heart fluttered a bit at the knowledge that he was seriously considering her concerns. “Okay, let’s amend that one a bit and just keep the part about telling Daddy where you’re going before you leave. Even if it’s just sending me a quick text. Okay?”
“That sounds fair.” And less like she was still under guard, though she had a feeling he would have been all too happy to keep her that way.
“Obviously the rule about no cell phones or social media can go. But I will be keeping an eye on how much time you spend on your phone, and I reserve the right to limit your screen time as needed.”
“Does that include TV time?”
“It absolutely does, babygirl. In fact, that’s Rule Six. No TV without Daddy’s permission.”
“Daddy,” she whined. “That’s not fair!”
“Too much TV is just as bad for you as too much phone time. And you’ve already shown me you don’t always make good choices when left to your own devices. So for now, Daddy will need to approve what you watch and how much of it.”
“Ugh.” But even as she huffed in protest, something warmed inside of her. He loved her, enough to protect her from silly ghost shows and her own overactive imagination. Instead of feeling suffocated or stifled, she just felt… cherished.
“Let’s see, what else? We need to add the rule about your language. No naughty words for my babygirl.”
“None? Like, at all?”
“If there’s one you’re not sure about, you can ask me. But for now, make it none.”
“I need to find better tasting soap,” she mumbled as she wrote down the sixth rule.
“Good luck with that, babygirl. All right, what’s next? Ah, yes. We’re definitely keeping the rules about telling Daddy if you need anything and using your safewords. Write those down.”
That warmth inside of her spread as she carefully copied down the next few rules. Knowing she still had the right to revoke consent, that he cared enough to make it a rule for her to ask what she needed, erased any lingering doubts she may have had about becoming his babygirl for real.
“Rule Eleven, you will keep all your appointments with Jeanine unless otherwise approved by Daddy. The same goes for any other doctor appointments.”
She hadn’t planned on skipping out on her therapy, but it felt good to know he not only supported her with that, but would require it.
“Do I still have a bedtime?” she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes. The grownup part of her thought it was silly, but her Little side loved having a strict bedtime routine to follow.
