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“Oh wow. Um… thank you? I mean you’re welcome?” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”

“I’m not looking for either of those things. What I’m trying to say is… I think… I think when and if you would be willing… I think I’m ready to be a Daddy again. And I’d like to be your Daddy.”

“Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Mariah jumped from her chair and dropped his hand, bouncing around the table. Suddenly she stopped, sank into her chair and put her head in her hands. “Okay. I’m okay. I just need a minute. It’s all so sweet and romantic and like… even better than the fantasies I’ve had in my head. And…” Her breathing quickened.

“You’ve had fantasies about me?” he interrupted with a smirk.

“Of course I have. Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself?”

He blushed and chuckled. “I’ve definitely had fantasies about you too,” he admitted. “So what I’m asking you now is, if you’d consider, now or anytime in the future, making our fantasies reality and letting me be your Daddy for real?”

“Oh my gosh. Yes!” She jumped up again and leapt into his arms, clinging to his neck. He held her tightly and listened to the incoherent ramblings she was speaking into his neck.

Finally, she pulled away and took the seat opposite him once more. “I get to keep my job right?”

“Of course. I couldn’t work without my best sous chef.”

“Okay good.” She frowned again. “What about… our arrangement? The probation? And you know… the stuff that comes with it?”

“I think we can call that good.”

Mariah was surprised to find that his answer made her uneasy. “A good Daddy keeps his word,” she said. “If he makes a threat or hands down a sentence, he’s gotta stick to it so his Little knows he can be consistent.”

“A good Daddy is able to admit when he’s been wrong and handled something unfairly,” he countered. “It was a mistake. And I know it’s one you won’t make again. You’ve been punished enough.”

His answer made Mariah mad and confused. “I don’t feel punished. I still feel super guilty. And you said that it wasn’t punishment, it was maintenance so I’d remember to do better and so I’d be focused at work. You can’t… you can’t just change your mind now and say oops just kidding it was a punishment, so you’ve been punished so no need to feel guilty anymore. That doesn’t really work.”

He chuckled. “I love the way you challenge me. And you’re right. I can’t call it one thing and then call it the other. But the fact remains, I did make a mistake. It was too harsh and unnecessary for me to draw it out all week.”

“Okay, agree,” Mariah responded softly. “But the fact also remains that I feel guilty and awful and I haven’t been punished or spanked in a way that would help me work through that guilt and feel forgiven.”

The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Are you arguing that you need to be punished?”

“I think I am.” She grimaced. “Is that… is that something Kaylie would do?”

“Oddly… it isn’t. It seems like it would be, doesn’t it? But nope. Kaylie would fight with me to get out of each and every punishment until we were spending hours arguing about it and then be pissed at me for days if I gave in and act even worse.” He shook his head, reliving the memory and marveling that it had taken him so long to see that she was in trouble. He’d forgiven himself for those mistakes already, and finally he was ready to move on.

“I’d be happy letting it go. But I can see why that would be hard for you. So if you feel like being punished for that incident is what you need to move forward with me as your Daddy, then you can come to my room tonight after dinner and we will deal with it then.”

Mariah balked. “You want me to wait until after dinner? You don’t want to deal with it now? In the office?”

He shook his head, his expression grave. “No, little one. The office was fine for maintenance, and it might be used on occasion for a quick reminder, but if I’m going to give you your first true punishment as my Little girl, I’m going to do it properly. I’ll pull you over my knee on the couch in my room, and pull down your pants and diaper, and give you a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. I won’t stop until I’m sure that you feel thoroughly punished and will feel completely forgiven. It will not be easy and it will certainly not be quick, especially as we’ll need lots of time afterward so I can give you proper aftercare.”

“Oh.” Mariah shivered. Her bottom clenched and her pussy spasmed. What he was proposing sounded awful and delightful and well… perfect. “Okay,” she agreed. “After dinner, then.”

“After dinner.” He nodded, winked and stood. “And on that note, we’d better get to work.”

He led her back into the kitchen. Mariah stifled a groan. So much had happened in the span of just a few minutes. How was she supposed to work knowing she had such a big spanking coming and that she was well on her way to having a Daddy of her very own?

Chapter 11

Mariah

Standing outside the door to Chef Graham’s, no, her Daddy’s suite, Mariah hesitated before knocking. She’d changed into a fresh Pull-up and powdered herself before heading down, but she was a nervous wreck. She knew her face was already beet red, and her whole body felt like it was covered in sweat. Her anxiety was made worse by the fact that he hadn’t given her any instructions to follow, like an implement to bring, or even a time to show up. He’d just said “after dinner”.

What if she’d taken too long getting ready and he was mad because she was late? What if she had eaten too fast and he wasn’t ready for her yet?

She was standing there with her fist poised to knock, her mind racing with what ifs, when the door jerked open, and there he stood. Gone was the chef’s uniform she usually saw him in. The plain white uniform had been replaced by a pair of cream-colored corduroy slacks, and a soft blue v-neck sweater with a checkered dress shirt underneath. The shirt was open at the collar and the hem peeked out below his sweater. His sleeves were rolled up to just below his forearms, revealing taut muscles. His dark curls, which she’d only seen in a hairnet before now, fell free, cascading in loose ringlet-like locks around his ears. She gulped looking at him. He was even hotter than she’d imagined.