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There were so many things Lizzie wanted to do that had nothing to do with coloring, but she wasn’t ready to say what they were out loud since most of them included jumping her Daddy’s bones and riding his cock like a cowgirl. But she opened the book, selected a picture of a shark, took out the package of crayons and started coloring it blue. Soon, Daddy set her new sippy cup in front of her along with a bowl of trail mix. “I need to get some more Little-appropriate foods,” he muttered.

By this time Lizzie was engrossed in the picture she was coloring and she grabbed the sippy and put it to her lips without a second thought. The first few sips were strange and awkward, but after a minute she tipped her head back and sucked the spout greedily, draining half the juice before setting it on the table.

Ace took the chair beside her and looked over her shoulder while she worked diligently on her picture. “How are you feeling, little one?”

Lizzie fidgeted with the crayon she was holding. It really was a simple question but answering it felt big.

Ace seemed to sense that and pulled her into his lap, dragging her coloring book across the table with her. “I know we’ve barely started our day,” he said in her ear, “but I have to admit, it feels good to be your Daddy.”

Her tummy filled with warm happy bubbles and her cheeks tinged pink with the praise. “I like it too,” she admitted. “It’s just a little scary ‘cuz it’s new.”

“Yeah? What are you the most scared of?”

Lizzie sighed. What wasn’t she scared of? “Meeting other Littles and them not liking me, not meeting other Littles, being difficult and you getting tired of me. Not doing enough stuff and then never getting another chance… being spanked.” The last part was a barely audible whisper.

“You’re afraid of getting spanked?” Ace shifted her on his lap so he could peer around her shoulder and peek at her face.

She avoided his gaze.

“Are you being naughty? Is there a reason it’s on your mind?”

She turned to gawk at him. “How could it not be on my mind? You keep threatening it! Besides, Daddies spank their Little girls. Everybody knows that!”

“That is true. But if you are scared of it, I need to stop threatening it. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. We haven’t had a lot of time to talk about limits.”

“No!” Lizzie gasped, surprising herself with her adamancy and startling Ace who almost dropped her off his lap. When he caught her and recovered, Lizzie blushed and lowered her gaze. “Sorry, that was loud. I mean no, it’s not a limit. I’m scared of it, and I don’t wanna be in trouble or get spanked in front of people, but it’s like a curious kind of scared.”

“Oh.” Ace nodded wisely. “Makes sense.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Want to know a secret?”

When she nodded, he continued, “I’m scared too.”

Dropping her crayon, she twisted to look at him, stroking his freshly shaved cheek with the palm of her hand. “Daddies aren’t supposed to be scared,” she whispered. “What are you scared ‘bout?”

“Well, I’ve never spanked anyone. So it’s a little nerve-wracking for me too.”

“Oh.” Ace was doing such a good job at being a Daddy, Lizzie had forgotten that his role was as new to him as hers was to her.

“I know a way we could both get over our fear,” Ace suggested gently.

Butterflies took up residence in Lizzie’s tummy. She was pretty sure she knew where this was going. “How?” she whispered.

“We just need to start trying all the things we are scared of. If you are afraid of getting in trouble and being spanked, being spanked for the first time when you’re in trouble will probably be really scary. If we got the first time out of the way now, it would be less scary.”

His proposition and the reasoning behind it made sense but Lizzie wasn’t ready to give in so easily. “You just wanna spank me!” she accused.

To which Ace grinned, pried the crayon out of her hand, closed her coloring book and lifted her off his lap, spinning her around to face away from himself before giving a low whistle. “Can you blame me? Excuse me, little one, but have you looked in a mirror lately? Have you even seen your ass? Even in baggy overalls it’s perfect.”

She’d always thought it was a little too big and lumpy, a trait that had been passed down from her mother’s side of the family, but the fact that Ace thought it was hot and wanted to spank it pleased her more than she could have anticipated.

“Thank you,” she said shyly, glad she was facing away from him so he couldn’t see her face which she was sure was flaming.

“I won’t if you don’t want me too,” he said, “But if you’ll let me, I’d really like to spank you.”

Lizzie’s mouth went dry and her panties dampened. Her palms were suddenly clammy and she was sure her knees would start knocking together any minute. She simultaneously wanted to run out the door and strip naked and drape herself over his lap.

“O-okay,” she stuttered, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “Where?”

She caught the frown of uncertainty that passed over his face before he recovered and pointed to the sofa in the sitting area. “The couch. I want you over my lap.”