Don't Call Me Daddy

“You didn’t get enough already?” Her lips spread into a devious grin.

“Not at all.” I place a kiss on her neck and lean back.

“What am I in trouble for this time?” She pushes her spoon into her sundae.

“Trouble?” I raise an eyebrow. “You were begging me not to give you your second spanking earlier. I went easy on you.”

“I’m not complaining about that. I liked it.” She takes a bite of her sundae. “But if we’re going back to the bedroom…”

Ainsley is tenacious. I can’t deny that. I’ve seen how much it turns her on, but I wish she got that turned on when I pulled her into my arms. That certainly does it for me. Those pouty lips—those gorgeous curves—fuck, I don’t need more than that. Just thinking about being inside her is enough to make my cock get hard sitting at the table. But I’ve made a life out of not giving other people what they need, and I won’t do that with Ainsley.

“Well, I did stay out all night without telling anyone that I wasn’t coming home…” She tilts her head slightly.

“That’s true.” I let out a sigh.

“I know you said that you didn’t want to be my daddy, but you could be my guardian, or maybe an upset uncle.” She shrugs.

Now I see where this is going. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.

“You like to be punished for things you’ve actually done wrong, don’t you?” I narrow my eyes.

“That does make it a lot more realistic.” She looks down and blushes.

“So last night…” I tilt my head inquisitively. “Being out of dress code? Drinking? Smoking?”

“I’ve never gotten in trouble for being out of dress code before, but I obviously was last night.” She nods. “The other two—yeah, I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times for drinking and smoking. Not so much recently. I think my mom has chosen which battles to pick at this point.”

“But you get turned on by it?” I tilt my head in the opposite direction as I try to make sense of everything.

“I don’t know why.” She looks up at me. “I just do.”

“Earlier tonight when I punished you for cheating on a math test. That wasn’t really one of your fantasies was it?” I lean ba

ck in my chair.

“It isn’t one I would have come up with, but I’ve definitely done it. Not math, per say, but I cheated on a few vocabulary tests.” She lifts her hand to her lips to hide her smile.

The fantasies she has are all grounded in reality. They’re not concocted from thin air. Damn, this truly is an emotional thing for her. She gets off on having someone who cares. Her mother does, but she’s just an authority figure to rebel against. Ainsley’s needs are rooted deep inside her, and they have tangled into her very essence to the point they’ve manifested as sexual desires. There may not be any way for her to untangle it.

Part of me worries that she’ll never be able to have a normal relationship, but I drew her into this. All I can do is let it play out.

“Okay then, young lady.” I try to gather my thoughts and firm up my tone. “After you finish your ice cream, you need to go wait for me in the bedroom. We’re going to have a long talk about you staying out all night.”

“Yes, sir.” I see a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

We eat the rest of our ice cream in silence. She’s practically trembling in anticipation. I can’t believe she’s so excited to get another spanking after what I gave her earlier, but she clearly is.

I watch as Ainsley leaves the table and decide that pouring out my drink earlier was a mistake. My head is a mess now, and I need one. Ainsley is such a mystery, and every time I feel like I’ve gotten something figured out, I get thrown another curve ball. I didn’t realize how deep it all went, but I’m starting to see what is beneath the surface.

I’m outside of my comfort zone. I tried to get into it, and what we did earlier was incredible, but it’s going to be difficult for this to continue to be the core of our relationship. I want to go back to bed and make love to the beautiful woman that I’m falling for. That isn’t enough for her. She needs to be punished before that can happen.

Another issue is that no matter how many times I punish her, there’s still going to be something missing. We’re putting a band-aid on her real fantasies—Principal Brooks, guardian, upset uncle, whatever. What she’s really after is the one fantasy I’m not sure I can give her. She wants me to be her Daddy. It makes more sense now. She’s never had that. It’s always going to be the missing piece until she does.

That’s so difficult for me to wrap my head around. Maybe I’m just being selfish. I definitely don’t see my daughter when I look at Ainsley. I got spooked earlier because it came out of nowhere and triggered something in me, mostly because I wasn’t expecting it. Ainsley is trying to let go of that, but I see the need burning in her eyes. I don’t want it to be a barrier in our relationship. Maybe I can try it. If nothing else, she might be able to get it out of her system.

I push my chair back and stand up.

There’s a gorgeous woman waiting on me in the bedroom, and that’s the only thing I should be thinking about. Does it really matter what she calls me? I’m still the same person—the man who gets to hold her in my arms when it’s all said and done. That’s all I care about. If I’m going to put her needs first, then I may have to open myself up to things that may make me a little uncomfortable. I can do it for her. Just once.