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Mia's eyes fluttered closed as Jax's voice faded into the background.
"Good night, Daddy," she murmured.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
In the darkness, she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers as they lay side by side. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a promise—a commitment to walk this path together, no matter how uncertain or strange it might be.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows on the bedroom walls. Mia lay awake, her body tense as she listened to Jax's steady breathing beside her. Unable to ignore the questions swirling in her mind, she turned to face him.
"Jax?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Are you still awake?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured, opening his eyes to meet hers.
"I've been thinking about . . . well, Daddy Doms and punishment." She hesitated, biting her lip. "Can you explain it to me? I want to understand."
"Of course," Jax said, turning on his side to face her. "In a DDlg relationship, punishments are sometimes used as a way for the Daddy Dom to help guide and teach their Little. It's about maintaining structure and showing the Little where they might've gone wrong."
Mia furrowed her brow, processing the information. "But how do you make sure it doesn't go too far?"
"Communication is key," Jax answered, his voice patient, but still clearly tired. "There are hard and soft limits that both partners need to discuss and agree upon beforehand. Hard limits are absolute boundaries that should never be crossed, while soft limits can be flexible depending on the situation and consent."
"Okay," Mia nodded, her eyes searching his face. "And what about a safeword?"
"Ah, yes. A safeword is essential in any BDSM relationship," he explained. "When the safeword is spoken, everything stops – no questions asked."
Mia took a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave her body. "That’s good."
"Remember," Jax added, his gaze intense, "as the Little, you have just as much control in a DDlg dynamic. Your boundaries and desires are important, and it's your Daddy Dom’s responsibility to respect and protect them."
"Thank you," she whispered, touched by his sincerity. "It means a lot that you're willing to explain all of this to me."
"Of course, Mia." He smiled softly. “I’ll happily teach you anything you want to know about age play, Daddy Doms, or whatever else you want to know about.”
As Jax settled back into the pillows, Mia's thoughts raced, her arousal building at the prospect of surrendering control to him. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart.
"Can I . . . can I tell you about Chad?" she asked.
"Of course," Jax replied gently.
"Chad was my Daddy, but he wasn't like what you've described," Mia said, her voice tight with emotion. "He controlled me through deprivation, not physical punishment. If I disobeyed, he'd take things away—food, sleep, even the chance to use the bathroom." Her body tensed at the memories.
"That's not how it should be, Mia. A Daddy Dom is supposed to care for and nurture his Little, not treat them cruelly."
"I know," she whispered, her gaze dropping to the sheets. "But still, there's something I can't stop thinking about."
"What is it?" Jax prompted softly.
"Spanking." The word hung in the air between them, heavy with vulnerability. "I don't know why, but I'm curious about it. And yet, I feel like it's weird, given everything I've gone through."
"Hey," Jax said, lifting her chin so their eyes met. "It's not strange for you to be curious about something like that, especially since you didn't experience it before. Your past doesn't define your desires or invalidate them."
Mia nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Thank you for understanding," she murmured, feeling a weight lift from her chest.
"Always, little one," Jax replied, his gaze steady and supportive. “Spanking is a very popular activity in age play relationships. It should be pleasurable in some way for the Little, or there’s no point doing it. It’s roleplay after all. But it often has therapeutic value too. The act of submitting to something a little painful can be a pleasure in itself for many Littles.”
As she lay there beside him, she allowed herself to entertain the thought of a different kind of life—one where pleasure and trust intertwined in a dance as mesmerizing as the dance of the embers as they smoldered in the stove.
"Exploring your desires can be a cathartic experience," Jax said, his voice soft and steady. "You deserve to heal, Mia, and if that means trying something new, that's okay."
