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That got her frozen feet moving. In a second, she was standing before him, sheepishly looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm not in a good place, and I need you to take care of me."
"Good girl." He held out the onesie. "I think wearing this will be a good reminder that you are not in charge and you need to trust Daddy to know how to take care of you."
"Okay." She tried to snatch it from his hand, but he held tight, reaching around to smack her bottom with his other hand.
"Daddy is going to put this on you. Little girls need to rely on their Daddies, don't they? Isn't that the lesson we are learning right now?"
"Yes, Daddy." Having him dress her was a special kind of humiliation. Even in her deepest scenes, tied up and helpless, she had never been forced to rely on someone this deeply to take care of her most basic needs. It was humbling.
The onesie was really a one-piece pajama that buttoned up the front and had a drop seat bottom that also buttoned. It kind of made her sad that she knew he wouldn't be using it, at least not in the way it was intended. Maybe to apply more arnica.
Holding the leg of the pajama, he dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted her leg, helping her to step into it. First one foot and then the other. He pulled it up her legs and sides, then stood, helping guide her arms into the sleeves before moving on to work the row of buttons that started at her belly button and went all the way up to her neck. When he buttoned the last button, he spun her around. The drop seat was hanging open and she could feel the cool air from the fan on her exposed bottom.
He hummed as he looked at her and she waited silently for him to button it up. He smacked her bottom instead, making her jump. First one side, and then the other.
“I think I'll leave this just like this," he mused, turning her to face him once more.
"It's almost bedtime," he told her, "but first, what do you need to say to me? You know me well enough by now to know what I expect."
She did, but it was the hardest part. Rubbing the foot of her pajama against the hardwood floor, she looked up at him and met his gaze. "Thank you for my punishment," she squeaked.
"Good girl. Did you learn your lesson?"
"I hope so."
At her honest answer, he chuckled, pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "I hope so too, little one."
They stayed just like that for a few minutes and then Daddy announced it was bedtime. Twisting, she found the clock on the wall.
"It's barely nine," she said petulantly.
"And I’ve had a long day. So have you. Your body is worn out and needs lots of rest. This isn't up for discussion, little girl."
As if to remind her the price she would pay for arguing, he pointed at the pacifier.
Curiosity clenched her stomach. The urge to say she wasn't sleepy teased the tip of her tongue, but in the end, self-preservation won out, and she obediently shuffled to the bed he had set up for her on the couch. Grabbing her stuffy, she laid down and pulled the blankets over her head.
Loneliness overcame her and she found herself fighting tears. Just when she thought she might give in, the blanket was pulled off of her head, and Daddy’s caring face stared down at her.
"You know," he said. "I don't have a blanket now. Why don't you come sleep in my bed, and we can share this one?"
As soon as Emily was in his bed, clutching her new bear to her chest, with his body curled around her like a spoon and her bare bottom pressed against the front of his boxer briefs, she had fallen asleep, just like he had known she would. He, however, was wide awake with the events of the day replaying over and over in his brain.
There was the bad: being outed; and the good: realizing what he wanted and claiming Emily as his own, even if she didn't know it yet. They swirled in his head, a constant never-ending loop. One was disaster and one was happiness. And without the disaster, the happiness would still be just out of reach.
Of course, it had to be like that. Of course, the reality was that he still didn't know what to do about the whole being outed situation, and Emily wasn't yet his. He also had no idea why she’d hit him. That too was playing on an endless loop in his head, alternating with her crying in his arms, asking to be punished.
It had been a confusing day. Trying to focus on the future and executing a careful plan to get what he was positive now he knew he wanted, it all made the disaster of being outed somehow worth it.
He closed his eyes, envisioning different scenarios of how the next four days could play out. He drew from his experiences with Emily so far, and then on fantasy scenes from his books, playing different scenarios over in his mind until he too finally drifted off to sleep.
