Daddy’s Firm Hand

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

A s I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice the judgmental way that Geoffrey seemed to be eyeing me from the corner of the room.

“Geoffrey, I honestly don’t think it’s too much. You’re always way more conservative than me when it comes to outfits.”

I imagined his response. He’d calmly remind me that I worked in a professional office, not a fun house, and that it was important not to be too revealing with my clothes, even if I did want to make a big impression on David.

The outfit I had chosen was far bolder than anything I had ever worn to the office. The skater skirt, a vibrant shade of candy apple red that swirled around my thighs, ended just high enough to be considered daring. It was paired with striped thigh-high stockings that peeked out from under the hem, adding a playful touch to the ensemble. The fitted white blouse hugged my curves in all the right places, its delicate lace collar adding a touch of innocence to an otherwise daring look.

I twirled in front of the mirror, watching the skirt flare out around me like a blossoming flower, feeling a surge of confidence mingled with uncertainty. Was this outfit too much? Would David approve of my bold choice or would he find it too provocative for his taste?

I didn’t have too much longer to wait.

Today, he was finally back from his business trip. I’d received a simple message this morning: It’s been too long. Come straight to the nursery. See you at 8am.

This was no time to be pushing the rules, so I set out extra early this morning, making sure that I’d be at the office with time to spare. When I arrived, I didn’t even head to my desk, instead I went straight to David’s office. Heads turned as I passed. I wondered, for the millionth time, what people thought, and I concluded, for the millionth time, that I just didn’t care.

Pausing outside the nursery door, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I smoothed my skirt and blouse, suddenly self-conscious about the lace collar. Too juvenile?

Pushing open the door, I was instantly enveloped by the comforting sights and scents of the cozy space—the soft pastels, the hint of baby powder. My nerves began to settle. Then I saw him.

David stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the sunlight streaming in. As he turned to face me, a genuine smile spread across his chiseled features, his blue eyes conveying a warmth and affection that made my breath catch. Was it me, or was he a little more tan than before he’d left? Where on earth had he been?

"My goodness, you’re a sight for sore eyes," he said softly, his deep voice caressing me like velvet. “Damn, Candy, you look amazing. That outfit is stunning on you.”

A surge of happiness propelled me forward and I crossed the room in quick strides, throwing my arms around his solid chest. He wrapped me in his embrace, strong and protective. I breathed in his scent, an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne and something distinctly David.

"I've missed you too, Daddy," I murmured against his crisp shirt, the title slipping out naturally, saying so much in that single word.

He ran a gentle hand over my hair, letting it rest against my cheek. I looked up at him, seeing the tenderness in his eyes but also something more intense flickering in their blue depths, hinting at the dominant side of him that thrilled and unsettled me.

"Tell me, little one, have you been a good girl for me while I was gone?" His tone was light but I sensed the undercurrent of authority.

I bit my lip, thinking how to respond. The truth was, I had missed our playtimes desperately and may have resorted to some unruly behavior—letting my accounting reports pile up, "forgetting" to do up the buttons on my blouse, even going sans panties to a meeting. Technically being bratty, but in a way I knew would please him.

Should I reveal my misdeeds and accept the consequences? Part of me trembled at the thought of punishment, while another part ached for his firm discipline. I knew I could trust him implicitly, that he would always keep me safe even when pushing my limits. And after weeks apart, I craved his dominance, to submit to his will and feel the depth of his control.

My answer would be the first step in rebuilding our intimate dynamic. In this space, I could shed my underappreciated accountant persona and he could cast off his enigmatic billionaire mask. Here, we were simply Daddy and his little girl. I took a shaky breath, gazing up at him from beneath my lashes.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "To be fully honest, Daddy, I may have been a bit . . . naughty while you were away," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt, avoiding his gaze.

David's eyebrows rose slightly, his piercing blue eyes studying me intently. "Is that so, little one?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and disapproval. "Tell me more."

I squirmed under his scrutiny, feeling a familiar heat rising in my cheeks. "I . . . I let my work pile up," I confessed, my words tumbling out in a rush. "And I wore inappropriate things to the office, like . . . like no panties to a meeting." I bit my lip, awaiting his reaction.

A flicker of amusement crossed David's face, quickly replaced by a stern expression. "That is quite naughty indeed, Candy," he said, his voice low and controlled. "You know better than to neglect your responsibilities and dress improperly."

I nodded, a mixture of shame and excitement coursing through me. "I know, Daddy. I'm sorry," I whispered, my eyes downcast.

David stepped closer, tilting my chin up with his finger. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at me, baby girl," he commanded softly. I met his gaze, seeing the warmth and affection mingled with dominance. "I understand you missed me, but that's no excuse for misbehavior. You'll have to be punished, so you learn to be a good girl even when I'm not around."

My heart raced at his words, a thrill of anticipation mixing with nervousness. "Yes, Daddy," I breathed, ready to accept whatever discipline he deemed necessary.

David's expression softened slightly. "But first, let's spend some quality time together, shall we? I want to hear all about what my little girl has been up to." He took my hand, leading me to the plush rug where an array of coloring books and crayons awaited.

As we settled down, the earlier tension melted into a sense of comfort and security. We colored together, exchanging stories and jokes, our laughter filling the room. David didn’t go into much detail about his trip, instead saying that it was boring and very technical, and largely to do with consolidating his property portfolio. He wasn’t exactly evasive, but equally, I felt like he was holding back.

Maybe he really didn’t want me to think he was boring!

The very idea was ridiculous. I could never think of him as boring. Ever.

As the afternoon progressed, the playful energy between us gradually shifted. David suggested putting on some soft music, and the gentle melodies created a serene backdrop, enveloping us in a cocoon of tranquility. We moved to the comfortable sofa, sinking into the plush cushions. David took my hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he said, his voice earnest, his piercing blue eyes locking with mine.

I felt a flutter in my chest, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. David's presence always had a way of stripping away my defenses, leaving me exposed yet safe. I nodded, encouraging him to continue, my heart thrumming with each passing second.

"While I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you," David began, his thumbs gently caressing the back of my hands. "Our relationship has grown so much, and I've come to realize just how important you are to me, Candy. You've brought a light into my life that I never knew I was missing."

As he spoke, I felt a swell of emotion rising within me.

"I feel the same way," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "You've changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. Your guidance, your care, your unwavering support . . . it means everything to me."

“I’m glad.”

“I missed you a lot, but I also practiced a lot of the self-love you taught me.”

“Self-love, eh?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Not like that, Daddy!” I playfully punched his arm. “You know that I want you to be in charge of . . . that for me.” I blushed so hard.

“You’re a good Sub, you know that?”

I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to express the depths of my feelings. "I hope I am. But I want to go deeper. I want to submit to you fully, David. To be your Sub, your Little . . . to give myself to you completely. You've shown me what it means to trust, to feel cherished and protected. I know that with you, I can be my true self."

David's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached up, cupping my cheek with his hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Candy," he murmured, "you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. Your submission, your trust . . . it's the greatest gift you could ever give me."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "I promise to always be here for you, to guide you, to nurture you, and to love you unconditionally. Together, we'll explore the beautiful depths of our connection, both as Daddy and Little, and as two souls intertwined."

“Please, Daddy.”

“Now, do you trust me?”

“Totally.”

David gently guided me to the floor, where he knelt before me, his eyes still maintaining that steely blue fire. "I want you to know, Candy," he said, his voice firm but laced with tenderness, "that as your Daddy, it's my responsibility to nurture not only your mind, but also your body. To help you reach your full potential, we must first rid you of any remaining traces of self-doubt, of any fear that may still linger."

I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. I trusted him implicitly, knew that whatever he had in store for me was for my own good, for our good. He stood and disappeared to an armoire, returning with something that looked large and intimidating.

“Is that. . . ?”

“It’s a butt plug,” he replied, simply.

I stared at the object in his hands, my eyes widening slightly. I had heard of butt plugs, of course – they were mentioned in some of the resources I had discovered during my Ddlg exploration – but I had never seen one up close before. It was larger than I had expected, with a smooth, polished surface that seemed to invite touch but also made me nervous.

"Don't worry, Candy," David said, sensing my trepidation. "This isn't going to hurt you." He held it up so I could see more clearly. "This is a plug designed specifically for Little subs like yourself. It's gentle and will only be used for your own good."

"Now, Candy," he said, his voice authoritative yet soothing, "I want you to lie on your stomach, and I want you to trust me. This may feel uncomfortable at first, but I promise it will only bring us closer together."

Hesitantly, I did as he said, my heart pounding in my chest. David's hands were firm but gentle as he massaged my tense muscles, working away the knots and helping me to relax. His touch was calming, grounding, even as the anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down my spine.

"Relax, Candy," he purred in my ear, "breathe through it. I've got you."

My muscles tensed as David slowly inserted the plug, his movements unhurried and precise. The sensation was foreign, almost overwhelming, but the trust I had in him helped to allay my fears. As he pushed it deeper, I couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

"Shh, Candy," he whispered in my ear, "relax and breathe through it. I've got you."

I focused on my breathing, trying to let go of any tension and surrender to the sensations. David's hands were still massaging my back, helping me to relax even more. With each slow thrust of the plug, I could feel our connection growing deeper and stronger.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly, "just let yourself feel it."

As the plug reached its final destination, a feeling of fullness washed over me. It was a strange sensation – both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time. But above all else, I felt a sense of trust and security with David that I had never experienced before.

"Now," he said softly, "I want you to stand up slowly."

I did as he asked and stood up on shaky legs. The weight of the plug inside me was evident with each movement I made. It took some getting used to but eventually it became more bearable.

"How does it feel?" David asked gently.

"It's . . . different," I replied honestly.

"That's normal," he assured me. "But don't worry, we'll take things slow and make sure you're comfortable."

He led me back to the bed where we sat down together.

"Now comes the hard part," he said with a small smile.

"What do you mean?"

"The plug will stay in for a little while longer," he explained patiently. "But now comes the time for you to start learning how to control your reactions and emotions when it comes to this type of play."

“Control my reactions?”

“That’s right.”

Jolts of intense bliss radiated through my body as he gripped the plug and gently twisted. Then, he knelt down in front of me and licked his lips. I saw his tongue, thick, pink and wet. Moments later, he dragged that tongue along my dripping slit.

David continued to lick and suck my most sensitive spots with expert precision. Each time his tongue made contact with my clit, I cried out in pleasure. My fingers gripped his hair, desperate for more.

He seemed to know exactly what I needed, alternating between gentle licks and more intense sucking. I could feel my arousal building with each passing moment.

"Please," I moaned, my body writhing against his mouth.

With a wicked grin, he plunged two fingers inside me while continuing to suck on my clit. The sensation was overwhelming and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm.

"Come for me," David growled as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me.

With that command, I released my grip and burst into a frenzied climax. My body convulsed with each powerful wave of ecstasy, as if being lifted and dropped by a stormy sea. The sensation in my ass was overwhelming, each thrust sending cascades of pleasure rippling through me.

"That's my good girl," he praised huskily, licking his lips. "Now, I want you to suck my cock like the perfect little submissive you are."

Trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm, I slid to my knees before him. His impressive length sprang free as I unzipped his trousers, making my mouth water. Wrapping my lips around the thick head, I began to bob and suck eagerly, relishing his groans of approval.

Suddenly, the plug inside me started vibrating intensely, making me moan around his shaft. My arousal skyrocketed again as he controlled the sensations, driving me wild with lust. Just as another climax crashed over me, he swiftly bound my wrists with a soft rope, leaving me quivering and helpless before him.

"Such a perfect creature," David groaned, admiration and lust coating his words. "Now it's time I claim what's mine."

He positioned himself at my slick entrance, and then plunged into me without warning. I arched my back, gasping at the intensity as he filled me up, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. His thrusts were relentless, mercilessly pounding into me as he reached around to roughly squeeze my sensitive nipples.

“I belong to you,” I said, panting deeply. “I’m your little slut.”

“Daddy’s little slut.”

"Yes, Daddy!" I moaned, abandoning any remaining shred of pride. "Fuck your little cum slut! Make me yours!"

My dirty talk seemed to ignite a fire within him, propelling him to even greater heights of passion. His thrusts became harder, rougher, and I met them with equal fervor, welcoming the sting of each slap and the overwhelming ecstasy. Together, we slid down the rabbit hole of carnal pleasure, lost in an ocean of lust and desire.

Then, I felt him reach round and grip the tip of the plug. As he pulled it out, I felt another orgasm crest within me. I shook as he pulled out, and pushed the thick tip of his cock up against my puckered, delicate asshole. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I groaned. “Right there. Fill my ass with cum, Daddy.”

“You’ve got such a naughty mouth,” he groaned, as he pushed into me.

“You like that, little slut?” he grunted, the pleasure evident in his voice. “You like Daddy filling you up from both ends?”

I could only nod and whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. My body was on fire, completely consumed by the lust and desire pulsing between us.

Without warning, David pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He held my legs up high and entered me once again, this time with an even more ferocious pace. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and clawed at his back as he slammed into me over and over.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned between thrusts. “So tight and hot.”

I could feel another climax building within me, seemingly with each powerful thrust of his cock. His grip on my legs tightened as he buried himself deep inside me one last time before exploding with a guttural moan.

I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My body convulsed beneath him as I rode out the mind-numbing orgasm.

Finally, with a roar, David came, his hot seed spilling deep within me, and I felt a surge of possessiveness and love that I'd never known before. As our breathing slowed, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving with exertion.

As we lay there panting and spent, David brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

“You’re mine now,” he said possessively. “Mine to do with as I please.”

I smiled contentedly at his words, knowing that I had found someone who accepted every part of me – even the darkest desires within.

"I'm going to be in so much trouble from HR," I panted, half-joking, half-serious.

Later, we rested together in the wake of our passionate encounter, drained yet content. David's strong arms encircled me, his chest rise and fall with slow, even breaths. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind reeling with the intensity of the experience we'd just shared.

It was then that he whispered those life-changing words, "I love you, Candy Kane."

The weight of his confession settled over me like a warm blanket, filling me with the warmth and security I'd always craved. "I love you too," I managed to croak, my voice choked with emotion.

In that moment, I knew without a doubt that I'd found my home in his arms, and our journey together had only just begun.

That night, we slept in the nursery. The outside world might as well have not existed. As we drifted off to sleep entangled in each other's arms, my mind raced with possibilities of our future together. Would we ever leave the safety of the nursery? Would we learn to navigate the outside world as Daddy and little, or would we choose to remain forever in our hidden sanctuary?

The next day, David surprised me with an adventure outside our little bubble. He woke me up with a gentle shake, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement. "Ready for a little adventure?"

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawning cutely. "I'm always up for an adventure, Daddy."

He chuckled and helped me out of the oversized bed, dressed me in a cute, fluffy white dress with matching bloomers underneath. He even tied my hair up in a messy bun with a sparkly bow. My heart skipped a beat at how effortlessly he was already taking care of my needs, both big and small.

We drove for about half an hour, leaving the bustling city behind us for a more serene, leafy suburb. The house he pulled up to was straight out of a fairytale, with a white picket fence and a charming front porch.

"What are we doing here . . . ?" I started to ask, but he cut me off with a finger to his lips.

He led me inside, the house smelling of freshly baked cookies and vanilla. As my eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting, I took in the pale pastel walls, the plush furniture, and the baby grand piano in the corner. But it was the nursery that stole my breath away.

It was the exact replica of the one we had left behind, down to the last detail.

"I wanted our sanctuary to be wherever we are, Lily. My business trip was a little more personal than I admitted. I was busy buying this house. For you, and for me. I . . . I hope you like it."

I threw myself into his arms, so overwhelmed with love and gratitude I couldn't even speak. This man, my Daddy, had gone through so much trouble to ensure I felt safe and loved no matter where we were.

“I love it.”

“Good. From now on, there will be no more worries in your life. You are free. Free to express yourself, free to do what you want. I’ll be your Daddy, and you’ll be my Little, and I promise, we’ll be happy.”

I knew that we would. And that this new life would be full of color.