Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Zale didn’t say anything. He ate another chicken wing and wiped his fingers on his napkin.
“Okay. They’re not awful,” she announced.
He knew that was a ringing endorsement. “You may have more potatoes now if you’d like. Thank you for giving Daddy’s cooking a chance.”
“You’re pretty good at grilling,” she admitted, stabbing her fork into a pepper and a squash stacked combination. “Mmm.”
“Thank you, kitten.”
“What would have happened if I hadn’t tried them?” she asked a few minutes later when her plate was empty.
“I would have spanked your bottom.” Zale controlled the smile that threatened to spread over his face when she gasped theatrically.
“You can’t spank me.”
“Is there something traumatic I need to know about in your past with being spanked?” he checked.
“No,” she answered, as if completely taken off guard by his question.
“Then a spanking is a good response to your refusal to try new foods. Or I could send you to stand in the corner.”
“I don’t like either of those options.”
“That makes them effective. You’re not supposed to like consequences,” he reminded her, before changing the topic. “What did you like best in the books you read? Did you find them exciting? Comforting?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?” she asked, wiggling on her chair.
“I would like to. How about if I go first? Would you like me to tell you why I am drawn to being a daddy?”
She nodded, her eyes riveted on his face.
“For me, being a daddy dom has two facets. The daddy part is caring and protective. The dom part is sexual and exciting. They mesh well together. For example, if you do something that is against the rules we set up, I help you learn to make better decisions.”
“What are the rules?” Pippa asked.
“Let’s work on those after dinner.”
“I’m full,” she blurted.
“Then let’s look at them now. You finish your milk while Daddy puts these things away.” She picked up her milk and took a big drink. “That’s my girl. Would you like to color while I’m tidying up?”
“I could help.”
“Daddy’s in charge. I’ll take care of this.” He stood and returned with the coloring book she’d had before.
“I think you need to finish this picture.” Eagerly, she reached for the crayons and immediately got busy.
In a short time, the kitchen was spotless once again. Zale wiped off the table and retrieved the pad. He sat down and they worked through the process of setting up some parameters.
A few minutes later, she stared at the pad of paper in front of them. He’d detailed three rules and three consequences. Focusing on her face, Zale attempted to deduce what she was thinking. Without knowing all her experiences, he simply had to guess what would work for her and be ready to change them if those weren’t appropriate.
Pippa’s Rules:
Make healthy choices.
Allow Daddy to take care of me and keep me safe.
Talk to Daddy if I’m worried or have questions.
Consequences could include: spankings, corner time, sentences. (Subject to change as Pippa experiences these.)
“Do you have any rules?” Pippa blurted, studying the list.
“How about things I promise? My word is the strongest contract I have,” Zale told her. Her question did not bother him at all. Skipping down a few lines, he added guidelines he sensed were important for her to be able to trust him.
Daddy’s Promises:
To take care of Pippa’s mind, heart, and body.
To tell her the truth.
To be faithful and dedicated.
“Is there anything else you think we should add?” he asked.
Pippa carefully examined both lists again as if she were afraid she’d miss something. “I hate to agree to something and figure out later I’d really messed up, but it all seems okay. I-I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”
“Want to think about it overnight? Or should we put these in place for now and review them in a week or a month to see if they’re working?” Zale asked.
“We can do that? Like test drive them?”
“Of course. These aren’t carved in stone. There’s a whole pad of paper here. We’ll just rip this page off and revise if we need to,” he assured her.
He watched her reread the phrases. When she met his gaze, he smiled to reassure her. “I’m not pushing you, kitten, but it’s important for a little girl to know the guidelines and what might happen.”
“I think those are okay.”
“They’re good with me, too.” Zale stood and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. Fastening a couple of magnetic clips to the top of the pad, he attached it to the refrigerator.
“I’m going to be very good,” Pippa promised as he rejoined her.
“Of course you are. Until you’re not. Then Daddy will help you learn.”
“By spanking me?” she interrupted.
“Exactly. Or some other consequence that is appropriate.”
“You seem to think I’ll be bad.”
“Good girls get rewards,” he said with a smile. Zale loved how quickly her mind worked.