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She was surprised to see he was smirking. “Oops. Just practicing. Sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all. He closed the door behind him and her heart quickened. They were alone. In his room. And he was going to spank her. For real this time, all by himself. And she deserved it.

Torn between wanting to stall, and wanting to get it over with, she took a seat on the couch in the sitting area and looked around the newly remodeled suite. Aside from a bunch of bananas on the kitchen counter, a Bible on the nightstand, and a pile of books on the kitchen table, Ryan hadn’t done much to put his own stamp on the space.

Taking off his jacket, he hung it in the closet and took the seat next to her. “Nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted. She didn’t want to lie. They didn’t have a rule about it, but in general, Daddies didn’t like it much.

“Me too,” he said simply, covering her hand with his. “Should we pray?”

“Pray? Before you spank me?” Jade was dumbfounded. He’d clearly lost his marbles. Until recently, she hadn’t gone to church in years, but she couldn’t imagine that spanking your errant Little or Middle was something one prayed about and she couldn’t keep the incredulousness out of her voice.

It didn’t seem to faze Ryan though. He shrugged as if he’d expected that reaction. “You don’t have to join me, Jade, but I’m going to say a prayer. This feels big and important. You’ve entrusted your care and discipline to me and had nothing but grace and patience as I fumbled my way through figuring this out. And now, now it feels like we are on the cusp. Do you feel it?”

Jade nodded. She certainly did.

“I don’t want to mess this up. So I’m going to say a quick prayer for patience and grace and guidance. I know it sounds silly, but it makes me feel better.”

“Okay.” When he put it that way, it didn’t seem silly at all. Jade bowed her head and waited for him to begin. He said a short prayer, thanking God for her trust and asked for the things he said he’d ask for. When he closed the prayer with a soft amen, Jade felt all her nervousness float away.

When she opened her eyes, Ryan was looking at her, his expression stern. “Jade, you broke a rule, and chose to do something you know I didn’t want you to, and you argued with me when you were told to wash your face. For the broken rule, you are getting your bottom paddled, and for the small act of defiance at the restaurant you are getting extras. Now, there is a small paddle in my nightstand drawer. Go get it please and bring it to me.”

Timidly, her mind racing, Jade made what felt like a never-ending trek across the room. He’d remembered what Baze had said about making her retrieve the implement, and she had to admit, it did have a certain humiliating, humbling effect. Plus, when had he gotten a paddle? Had he really been practicing? What other surprises did he have up his sleeve? She had a feeling she was about to find out.

As she placed the paddle in his outstretched hand, she really looked at it for the first time.

The wood was a dark cherry, shiny and new, and the paddle was small, the surface just a smidge larger than her hairbrush. It was pretty, but she could tell by looking at it that appearances would be deceiving; that thing was gonna hurt.

“Thank you.” He took it from her and set it beside him on the couch before taking her hands. “Now, I want you to tell me what you did that was naughty and ask me for your spanking.”

She inwardly groaned. This was new. Had he been talking to Baze or the other Daddies? Was it instinct? Had he been doing research? It was like the thing with the soap, it seemed so natural to him sometimes. Drawing a deep breath, she looked at the floor and then back up at him. “Daddy—oh! Oh, I’m sorry!”

Jerking her hands away, she berated herself for using the title that came naturally. She thought of him as Daddy a lot of the time, but she’d never called him that before. They’d agreed to wait until they were both ready and it was official. “Oh gosh. I’m sorry. It was an accident, I just… I didn’t mean to!” She fell all over herself apologizing, certain that she’d made him uncomfortable and he was going to call the whole thing off. She couldn’t even look at him. Tears pricked her eyelids and she wiped her face hastily with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Jade, look at me please.” His calm voice cut through her panicked thoughts.

It was a voice that bode obedience, and she looked at him without hesitating. His eyes were kind, his expression gentle and he wore a hint of a smile.

“Jade, it’s okay. You said what felt natural in the moment.”

“But—”

“But nothing. I think of myself as your Daddy and I don’t think we can deny the direction this is heading. We can talk after we finish your punishment, but I’m hoping that by the end of this, everything we are both feeling will be cemented and we’ll be ready to move forward.”

“Really?” Her heart leapt in her chest. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Afraid to push the issue, she held her breath and waited for him to say more.

“Yes, really, and if, for the purpose of this punishment, you would like to call me Daddy, that would be okay with me too.”

Oh god. She could hardly breathe. Her inner teenager wanted to squeal like she’d just been invited to the homecoming dance by the star quarterback. She wanted to literally jump for joy, but she forced herself to keep her cool, at least on the outside. Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“Now, let’s start again. Tell me what you did wrong and ask for your spanking.”

Licking her lips, she started the same way she had before, this time letting the word roll off her tongue without flinching. “Daddy, I wore makeup on our date when I knew I wasn’t supposed to, and I argued when you asked me to take it off. I’m really sorry. Will you please spank me?” The last sentence came out on a rush of breath, the words squished together. She prayed he wouldn’t make her repeat it.

“Thank you for your apology. I will spank you now, and I am certain I will hear plenty more apologies fall from your pretty little lips.”

Oh god. Something had definitely shifted. This was different than the first time, and way different than when Baze disciplined her. Her pussy gushed at his words and she pressed her legs together.