Page 51 of Daddy's Praise


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“Uh?” I looked at Archer.

“You can have one drink. We aren’t playing tonight, but I want your wits about you.”

“What does that mean?” I wasn’t a huge drinker. Being raised by an emotionally abusive alcoholic kind of made the idea of getting drunk pretty distasteful.

Archer tilted his head to the side and smiled. “It means exactly what I said. You can have one drink.”

“Wine?” Nyla hooked her elbow with mine and guided me away.

“Wine sounds amazing.” I sighed.

We joined Jasmine on the other side of the room. It was nice to be fully clothed and hanging out with the girls. Nyla handed me a wine glass full of the sweetest Moscato. The three of us started chatting, and it was almost like we were long-lost friends reunited for the first time in years. It was fun and comfortable. Nothing like I ever would expect in a situation like this.

As we chatted, I stole glances at Archer and our eyes met, every time. The look on his face was one of excitement and anticipation, but I couldn’t figure outwhathe was anticipating.

Draining my glass, I got up to take it back to the bar. I would have loved another one, but Daddy said no and I really wasn’t keen on the idea of disobeying him at the club. I wasn’t really keen on doing it anywhere, but now that I knew about the public punishment option, I was going to steer clear of doing anything to earn another one.

When I turned back to the girls, the men were all getting up and heading toward the door.

“Are we leaving?” I asked.

“No, we just have a few things to take care of. Hang with Nyla and Jasmine. You’ll join us in a bit.” He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. “Be my good girl and do what the girls say, okay?” he murmured.

Nibbling my lip, I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

It wasn’t fair that he could pull out those two little words I loved and basically get me to do whatever he wanted, but such was life.

“What did he mean, do what you girls tell me to?” I asked after we were alone. It seemed a very odd thing for a Daddy to say, and now that I was sitting with it, I had a knot in my stomach.

Nyla picked up a long garment box and handed it to me. “He asked us to keep you company and help you get dressed.”

“Get dressed for what?” When she shrugged, I squinted at her. “Are you lying?”

Nyla scrunched her nose and made a face. “Okay, so I do know, but I have been sworn to secrecy. We both were. Please just let us help and trust me that this isn’t a bad thing and it's nothing like you went through last week.”

I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, but my mouth went completely dry and that coil in my stomach tightened even more as I opened the box.

“What is this?” I asked, pulling the sheer white fabric out. It was so soft it almost felt like liquid against my skin as I ran my hand over it.

“Ohh it’s so pretty!” Jasmine joined us, gesturing for me to hand it to her. As I did, I was able to see it was a robe of sorts.

“Am I a lamb being led to slaughter?” I laughed nervously.

“I mean… no?” Nyla’s voice rose at the end like she was unsure herself.

Jasmine started laughing. “Knock it off, Nyla, you’re scaring her. Is there more in the box?”

There was: the most beautiful white lingerie I’d ever seen. “What the heck is going on?”

The panic was setting in. I wanted answers and this all was so confusing.

Nyla took the box from me, handed it off to Jasmine and took my hands in hers. “Audrey, take a couple of breaths with me. I know you don’t know me well but I promise you can trust me. Everything is fine. Archer just wants you dressed special tonight. Sometimes our Doms will require us to be naked and sometimes they have specific things they want us to wear. This is not unusual.”

That knowledge helped a bit. This was a whole new world for me and I hadn’t gotten the most traditional introduction so any explanation was much appreciated. “But why is it sowhite?”

“Who knows?” Nyla raised her hands in a shrug. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

They’d already seen me naked and uh… vulnerable, so having them help me undress and redress in the sensual costume wasn’t terrible. When I looked in the full-length mirror, my mouth fell open. The fabric felt amazing against my skin and the whole thing was gorgeous. The sheer fabric left little to the imagination, but the lacy white bra, panties, stocking, and garters beneath gave such a soft and innocent, albeit sexy, appearance.

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