Page 33 of Daddy's Lesson
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already got it taken care of. Food and relaxing, in that order. Unless you need a spanking to encourage you to obey?”
“I don’t.”
“Good girl. Any strong food preferences or allergies?”
“No, I’m not picky and no allergies.”
After cleaning up in the bathroom I snagged our paint splattered clothes off the floor.
“Where is your laundry?”
“I can take care of that.” She sat up and looked around before grabbing the towel from the bed and wrapping it around her naked form.
“Are you cold?” I asked, tipping my head to the side.
The question seemed to confuse her. “Not really.”
“Good, then drop the towel. No clothes for you tonight.”
“What? I can’t just walk around completely naked.”
“Why not?”
“B—because it's not ladylike!”
“Says who?”
“I don’t know, everyone!” She was obviously flustered.
I made a show of looking around the room. “Is everyone here with us?”
“Of course not.” She huffed, rolling her eyes.
“Is everyone going to punish you if you don’t drop that towel and obey your Daddy?”
She lost a little of the bluster in her tone and tightened her hold on the towel. “No.”
“I thought not. Now, if there is a real reason you can’t obey, feel free to share it. Otherwise give me the towel and tell me where to find your washer and dryer.”
“It’s awkward and uncomfortable.”
“Most new things are. Do you know how to get past that? You do it over and over and over until you become desensitized to it. So if it’s that hard for you, then I will keep you naked every second of every day possible until it feels like second nature. Actually, I might do that, anyway.”
“But why?” she whined.
“Because I like looking at you. I like having access to all of you. And I like that you can’t hide from me. But the most important reason… because I am in charge, and you are not. I’m losing my patience.” I held out my hand for the towel.
I’d seen every part of her, yet when she peeled the towel from her body a blush crept from her neck to her cheeks like it was the hardest feat she’d ever been forced to endure.
“Wise choice.” I winked as she set the towel in my hand. “Now, where is the washer?”
“In the laundry room attached to the kitchen.”
“Well, lead the way, then.”
“You don’t know where the kitchen is?”
She knew I knew where the kitchen was. She was choosing to be sassy and I fucking loved it.