Don't Call Me Daddy

“Well then, maybe that young lady needs to find out what happens when she gets home, and her Daddy finds out she’s been sent to the principal’s office again?” He runs his hands along my back and pulls me into a tighter embrace. “If you’re up for it. No pressure. We can go to bed if you aren’t.”

“Only if my daddy wants an apology like the one I gave Principal Brooks.” I move my hand to his inner thigh and work my way toward his cock.

“Oh, I think your daddy would like that a whole lot.” His cock begins to get hard as I rub my hand across it.

“I know I’ll have to get a spanking first.” I whimper. “Cheating on a test and smoking at school—he’s going to be really upset about that.”

“No doubt.” Lawson exhales sharply.

All of the excitement and exhilaration returns. This is a safe fantasy. It isn't bogged down with emotions or the guilt I feel about what I did. It’s the kind of fantasy I imagined when I was alone in my room with the constant swirl of different faces that never came into focus. Now it’s clear. Lawson is going to be my daddy tonight.

I’m so thankful he hasn’t given up on me after my episode earlier. He put aside all of his hesitations to try to give me what I wanted, but I got lost somewhere along the way. I thought I wanted it to be real, but I needed it to be playful and fun. Maybe there’s a time and place for the other, but it isn’t what I’m craving right now. Lawson introduced me to something so much better—something that is filled with pleasure and punishment, where the pain melds into beautiful bliss. That’s what I need with him.

It doesn’t matter if he’s Principal Brooks or Daddy or someone else entirely; as long as it’s him behind that scowl.

“Can you wait for me in the bedroom this time?” I pull back from his embrace.

“Why is that?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Isn’t the naughty girl supposed to be the one who waits for her punishment?”

“Yes, but you’ll see. Trust me.” I smile.

“Okay.” He stands and extends his hand for mine.

Lawson walks back to the bedroom, and I wait until the door is closed before I leave the bathroom. Everything feels right again. I’m so happy that fumbling around in my fantasy didn’t make him regret agreeing to be my daddy. I would never be able to forgive myself if I ruined it, just like I almost ruined our entire evening the first time I called him that.

It’s a learning process, but he’s so damn patient. Way more patient than I deserve.

I’ll spend the rest of the time we have together this weekend showing him just how thankful I really am.

Chapter Sixteen

Lawson

I struggle internally when I return to the bedroom. The way Ainsley left the bedroom scared me. I thought I had done something wrong or actually hurt her. This is all so new to me. I thought I had Ainsley somewhat figured out, but just like before, I got another curve ball thrown at me. There seems to be a thin line between one of her fantasies being real and too real. I’m having trouble with the distinction, but at least I know what she wants right now.

Playful. Fun. I can do that. We did it in the office and both enjoyed the experience, even when I was outside of my own comfort zone. I want to make her happy and enjoy what comes afterward. I didn’t realize how much I missed having a woman in my arms until I got to hold Ainsley. I have needs too. They’re just not as confusing as hers. I don’t fault her for any of it. The grip is too tight.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for several minutes, I begin to worry. I don’t know what is taking Ainsley so long. Just when I’m about to stand and go check on her, the door opens. Her footsteps are so soft that I didn’t even hear her coming.

“Hi, Daddy.” She pokes her head in, and I see a devious grin on her lips. “I’m home from school.”

“Good, we need to have a talk.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Is something wrong?” She pushes the door open. “Did you forget I had practice today?”

I blink a couple of times in surprise when I see her. She isn't wearing her dress anymore. She’s wearing her cheerleader outfit from last night, minus the zombie makeup. She looked damn gorgeous in her dress but seeing her in that tiny little skirt makes my cock swell.

“No, I don’t want to talk about that.” I shake my head. “I got a call from Principal Brooks.”

“Oh.” She looks down as she pushes the door closed. “I should’ve known he would call. How much trouble am I in this time?”

“Why don’t you come on over here and find out.” I motion to her.

“Daddy, I can explain.” She gives me a pitiful look as she walks closer, but the smile is still lingering behind it.

“Which part would you like to explain first?” I raise an eyebrow. “Cheating on your test? Smoking in the principal’s office? I’d love to hear you justify either one of those.”

“Maybe I don’t have a good explanation.” Her voice trails off.