Page 4 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER FOUR

Daniel

There’s something damned exciting about this little girl.

Well, of course, part of what makes her exciting is her perfect body. It seems even more perfect while she sleeps. I’m looking at her from behind at the moment. She’s just a few feet in front of me, and her curves are on perfect display like this. Her hair flows over the pillow and gently slopes from her shoulders to her waist and then up over her hips… well, it’s stunning.

Her ass… Damn. I’m no poet but I can probably switch careers and become one as long as her ass is the inspiration for the works I come up with. She’s simply beautiful. When the sight of her is combined with the memory of the incredible sex from just an hour ago there is so much more to the image.

But she’s exciting for a lot of other reasons.

I suspect she walked around naked and went skinny dipping precisely because it was something she thought about as forbidden. I’m pretty sure the reason she did it was simply because it’s something she’s not supposed to do. I like that. I guess I’m one of those Daddies who enjoys a little rebellion in his little girls.

I use little girls like I have a stable of them or something.

A better way for me to phrase it—My perfect little girl, the one I imagine having as my forever girl, is a girl who submits, of course, to me as her Daddy Dom but has a playful streak that means I have to stay on my toes.

That describes Kaylee pretty damned perfectly.

Well, at least the playful streak is a good description. I’m not all that sure about the submission to me as her Daddy Dom part. I think at this point she loves all the roleplay and all the fun. She’s guarded, though, about the other aspects of the lifestyle.

I’m in no hurry.

I mean, every relationship is different. Not everyone in this community is a Daddy full-time. I know a wonderful couple, two people I’d trust with my life, who are Daddyisd little girl every other weekend. The rest of the time, there’s no submission other than the way any husband and wife might submit to each other.

I know people into DDlg who only do it for sex. The relationship isn’t DDlg full time at all. In fact, a woman might say, “How was your day, Daddy?” just as a way to let him know she’s available and ready for sex in those cases.

And, of course, there are some DDlg relationship with the submission that is quite pronounced and far more complete than what I might expect or even want. I mean, there are some couples where the little girl submits her entire life to her Daddy. In other words, she just gives up all agency over her life. I don’t know of anyone who just starts that way but after a long time together, a little girl might have enough confidence in a Daddy’s knowledge of her needs.

I don’t want that. I want a little girl with some fire in her. Not a bratty little girl, necessarily, or at least not someone who has a genuinely bad attitude. Just someone who enjoys challenging authority sometimes—or at least enjoys the consequences of those challenges.

I think of the satisfying way my hand landed on her ass when I spanked her while rescuing her from the bear. I stare at her ass now, apple-cheeked and beautiful, and wonder what it would feel like to spank her again. I lift my hand and let it hover over her before reason asserts itself and I head to the living room for coffee and clarity.

When you think about it, the sex isn’t all that surprising. I just rescued her from a hungry bear moments after she masturbated while screaming my name. I carried her naked body through the woods to safety, then did not attempt to hide my appreciation of that naked body. It would be difficult to come up with an ending to this scenario that didn’t end in sex.

Still, sex given out of gratitude for being rescued from certain death isn’t the same as sex given because she desires a relationship with me. Sure, she called me Daddy and responded well when I called her little girl but again, that’s to be expected after I’ve just rescued her from a bear. It doesn’t mean she’s a little girl who really Daddy.

Then again, there was a difference in the way she acted around me before and after I called her Daddy. I’ve been in the lifestyle my whole life and I’ve become very good at telling when a girl is truly a natural little and when she is just playing.

Kaylee isn’t playing. She’s the real thing. I’m sure of it.

I slide out of bed and pull on my jeans. Then I slip into the kitchen and make some coffee. I’m sitting on the couch and sipping my coffee, trying to think of a way to ask Kaylee to be my little girl when she walks out of the bedroom, still naked. The sight of her lets me know I’m an utter idiot. There is nothing familiar to me about her sexy, curvy body. It still seems shockingly new and exciting, something that requires a whole lot of exploration. Did I just spend from the moment I woke thinking about this woman as though we had a relationship?

She smiles at the sight of me and more skip that walks toward ma. A moment later, this perfect girl straddles me. “Good morning, Daddy,” she says with a giggle. “I hope you’re still my Daddy this morning.” She kisses me and I’m confident the way my body responds by making my jeans feel a hell of a lot tighter is probably the answer she’s looking for.

Maybe sex on the couch answers as well. Then, sex in the shower. Spending the morning together and having sex in the afternoon plays a part as well. I guess I feel a little foolish that we have another round before falling asleep and only when we wake the next morning do I put my thoughts into words. When I do, it’s a pretty simple question. “Would you like to be my little girl? I mean, ongoing, not just…well… I mean…”

I have no idea why this girl has me so tongue-tied.

She asks as she takes hold of my cock and strokes, “You mean for more than just this?” I manage to croak out, “Yes.”

She smiles and says, “I’d love that,” right before putting her mouth on me.