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“Such a good girl.”

“So proud of you.”

“You learned to please me so fast.”

“Fuck, I love your mouth.”

Yeah. Glowy is the right word. I’m all warm and happy inside. Smiling, even.

Seventeen

Silver

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Fuck, she’s precious. Just like the endearment I assigned her. She’s also a little slut. And I’m not going to stop calling her that, either.

She’s grinning up at me, proud of herself. She should be. I love her smile. I want to see it more often. I’m confident I will once she settles into a routine and knows what’s expected of her. Life won’t always be as stressful as it has been today. She will learn how to please me and in return herself. Because pleasing me will make her proud. It will make her smile.

I disconnect her leash from the front of my jeans, tuck my dick back inside, zip up, and remove her collar before leaning over to release her ankle.

She sighs like a content kitten who’s been in a cage all day. It’s cute.

I rise and help her to her feet, setting my hands on her hips to steady her. She’s wobbly after being on her knees so long.

After waiting a few seconds, I ask, “Can you stand on your own, precious?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Go use the bathroom. Brush your teeth.”

I think she’s grateful for the slight reprieve because she scampers on unsteady legs toward the bathroom.

“Don’t shut the door,” I call out. I give her an inch. But I take a mile.

Her gait slows as she enters, making me smirk. While she’s gone, I change into soft gray cotton shorts and prop several pillows against the headboard before retrieving a few items from the nightstand. Next, I climb up and lean against the pillows.

When Daphne emerges, she’s wringing her hands nervously. It’s adorable. Though I want her to have a routine and expectations, I also want to keep her on her toes. Her nervous energy makes my blood pump.

I pat the bed next to me. “Come, naughty girl. Lie over my lap, ass up.”

She hesitates for a second before joining me and crawling up beside me to do as she was told.

I gently lift her head and tuck a pillow under it before grabbing the TV remote and turning it on. “Let’s watch a movie, shall we?”

She twists her neck to look at me. “Really?” There’s hope in her big eyes.

“Don’t get too excited, I’ll never fill your head with nonsense. But we can relax in the evenings and watch educational documentaries.”

She sighs dramatically and sets her cheek on the pillow, making me smirk.

After starting a good documentary about the invention of satellites, I pick up a tube of ointment and pop it open.

Daphne’s head swivels again to glance at me.

“It’s medicine, precious. For the welt on your ass.” I squeeze a generous amount on my fingers and start rubbing it into the swollen, angry pink line.

I struck her with just the right amount of force. The welt will hurt every time she sits on it. She probably won’t be comfortable sleeping on her back on the nights she requires me to punish her this way.