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"God, I'm going to enjoy that. But you know what, sub? I think I've had enough of this whole Master bit. It doesn't hit quite right. From now on, you will call me Daddy."
Emily couldn't stop herself as she shot up with a start, nearly bouncing with the force of her feet hitting the floor. She stared at him with wide eyes and shook her head.
"I don't… I can't… um… Papaya!" Unable to think of how else to express herself, she had no choice but to pull out her safe word.
Master Cole, Professor Rogers, Daddy—whoever he was—immediately dropped the belt he had been holding, threw his hands up in the air in front of him and took two steps backward.
"Okay, Emily. I hear you," he murmured softly, using her name for the first time that evening. "What happened? What's wrong? Let's talk about it."
His lack of anger and his quick and easy transition from Master to equal calmed her. She took a breath and gathered her thoughts. "I know I didn't put it on my limits list…" she stuttered. "I honestly didn't think I needed to, it didn't seem to be something that was going to be an issue, but… age play is a limit. It's a soft one, but it's still a limit."
He had the audacity to throw back his head and laugh. “What's wrong, sub? You think I'm gonna put you in diapers and force you to drink from a bottle?" He chortled. "You were correct in your observation that this weekend didn't seem to be going there. I assure you, it's not. If you need to use the restroom, I expect you to ask for permission, just like I expect with everything you want to do this weekend. And if I force you to drink from anything, it will be a bowl on the floor. I'm far more likely to call you pet than little girl."
"Oh." She licked her lips and processed those humiliating images, finding that they didn't strike the same fear in her as age play did. "But…"
"But what? I asked you to call me Daddy instead of Master?"
"I'd still really like that, pet." He shrugged. "Master wasn't doing it for me. It seems a little satirical. I like Daddy. It's primal and possessive. It's a title with meaning. It may be hard to say at first, but I think that all titles require a little humility on the part of the person using them."
"Yes, Sir."
He cocked a brow and tilted his head to the side. "Is it a limit?"
She swallowed back the urge to say that it was. His explanation had been eloquent and so unapologetic. And she knew that it wasn't truly a limit. Just, as he said, a title that required a little extra humility on her part.
"I… I don't think so." She suddenly felt very silly. "I'm sorry for safewording. Thank you for being so kind and understanding."
Frowning, he held up a hand. "Don't ever apologize for safewording if something isn't right. And furthermore, don't thank me for taking the appropriate action. I only did what should be done. Never accept anything else."
"Okay. Yes, Sir… um, D-Daddy."
He nodded. "Now, are you all good? Can we get back to enjoying our scene now?"
"Yes."
"Good." His eyes twinkled and he winked at her. "You've made me go soft again. And I still haven't punished you for last time."
"Yes, Master Cole." She couldn't help but test him. The awkward realness of their discussion still lingered, and she couldn't think of a quicker way to get them back into the appropriate headspace.
He didn't disappoint. There was a sharp intake of breath and his eyes narrowed. A split second too late, she realized they were back in the scene and she was looking at him without permission.
His step was heavy as he came near her, one large hand closing upon the base of her neck. He didn't push or choke, just held her there as he looked deep into her eyes.
"What did I tell you about unprompted eye contact?" He didn't wait for an answer. "That's another punishment you have earned, pet. You are racking them up faster than I can dish them out. Such a naughty little pet."
Without letting go of her neck, or breaking eye contact, he bent to retrieve his discarded belt.
"Here's how this is going to go," he said as he doubled the strip of leather over and snapped it between his hands. "You are going to call me Daddy, you are going to ask me for your punishment, and you are going to like it."
Emily could only nod as he finally released her and stood, belt in hand, waiting. He had told her he would likely call her pet but hearing him actually say it felt strange. It was sweet, like a pet name, but also held a touch of degradation in the context. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it, but her body reacted.
Her lips trembled and her palms were clammy, but she did what she knew she must. Casting her eyes at the floor, she raised her voice past a whisper and forced herself to speak. "I am truly sorry for breaking the expectations that you have set for me. Please punish me… Daddy."
As soon as the word left her lips, she had only one thought. He was right. God help her, she liked it.
