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With the quiet hum out Stallion Valley’s Main Street outside, Chrissie nearly dropped her yoghurt laden spoon when Jack cupped her chin and asked her the question she had been desperate to ask him ever since they had met…
‘Cards on the table. I’m a Daddy,’ Jack said, firmly but with a sincerity that was heartwarming. ‘Do I dare ask you… if you are a Little too?’
Chrissie felt her heart race. Of course she was a Little! But the words just wouldn’t come out. Well, not in the right order anyhow…
‘A Little? Little! Um… A Little I am!’ she giggled, her cheeks blushing furiously and her panties suddenly feeling rather moister than they had when she put them on that morning. ‘Happy to make your acquaintance… Daddy Jack.’
Idiot! He was just asking if you were a Little.
He wasn’t offering his Forever Love!
Chrissie felt mortified by what she had just said and hoped that Jack wouldn’t be angry or annoyed by her getting ahead of herself.
But Chrissie didn’t need to fear. Jack was very much on the same page as she was. In fact, he seemed positively delighted by what she had just said.
‘Well that sorts that out,’ Jack smiled, his perfect teeth and ultra-masculine square jawline making Chrissie feel weak with arousal. ‘Do you have many Little friends in town?’
‘I’ve only just arrived this morning, remember!’ Chrissie said, struggling to keep a hold on her giggling and general excitability. It was like the longer she was in Jack’s presence, the more her Little side was coming out. ‘Silly Daddy!’
Chrissie felt her heart stop as she watched Jack frown. It didn’t look like he much appreciated her sass. But Chrissie was suddenly feeling like the most mischievous Little in town, and as she began to act out she realized that she simply couldn’t stop herself…
‘Take that, Silly Daddy!’ Chrissie said, flicking her straw at Jack and lightly spraying him with frozen yoghurt.
‘Enough,’ Jack replied, wiping the flecks of yoghurt from his face. ‘I have a reputation around here. You need to calm down and calm down youwill. You’re coming with me, right this second.’
With her mind and body in a spin, Chrissie got up from the table and walked out of the Yoghurt Station with Jack.
It was time for Chrissie to learn that Stallion Valley may be a welcoming place, but bad behavior will always come with consequences…
* * *
The ride over to Jack’s house was quite something. Never mind the fact that Chrissie was riding in a vintage two-seater Jaguar for the first time, her true thrill was hearing the words coming out of Jack’s mouth.
It was discipline time. And discipline meant a spanking.
But first there would be a written agreement. Boundaries. A safeword to be agreed upon.
It happened quickly, almost in a blur. But Chrissie felt safe with Jack. He made sure that she understood exactly what was going down.
Jack’s familial home was enormous. It looked like the kind of palatial home that Chrissie had only ever seen on TV and never once actually thought she would set foot it.
With its white-washed walls and classy but still spectacular furnishings, Jack’s home was every inch as impressive as the long, winding driveway that they had sped down in his vintage car.
But there wasn’t time for too many observations.
Chrissie had been a naughty Little and it was time to face her punishment.
‘Daddy, are those… p-p-p-paddles?’ Chrissie said, her voice quivering as she looked up to the display of paddles resting above the fireplace in Jack’s study.
‘They certainly are,’ Jack said, removing his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves on his pinstriped shirt. ‘But don’t worry, you’ve only got the flat of my palm to contend with.This timeanyway.’
Chrissie felt helpless. Submissive. Totally under the control of Jack. But she wouldn’t have swapped it for anything.
This was what shecraved.
This was the kind of situation Chrissie had dreamed of over and over again on many late nights alone in her city apartment.
‘You will be spanked until I am convinced that you have learned your lesson,’ Jack said, beckoning Chrissie over toward him as he took a seat on an antique chair. ‘Little bottoms deserve to be turned red from time to time. And this isdefinitelyone of those times.’
