Page 24 of Sugar Baby

“Thanks,” I reply with a small smile. If everything goes according to plan, this will be my only trip into her store.

I walk out with bags that are surprisingly light, legs leading me in the direction of the mall’s exit. With the massive glass sliding doors coming into view, my attention is snagged by a huge toy store. I pull up in front of the glass display filled with plush animals and stare at a beautiful brown teddy with a pale pink bow around its neck.

Would that be too much?

They want role-play, don’t they? Carefully setting my bags on the ground, I pull out my phone and turn my back to the shoppers behind me so that I can check their original ad.

Yep, there it is.

No age play required, but role-play is a must. Real life age is just a number; if you have the soul of a baby girl, please contact us.

And what’s the worst that could happen? They ask me to put it away and the night goes on.

I glance at the time on my phone and do some mental math. I have enough time to finish shopping, get home, and then . . . it occurs to me that I have no idea what the details are for tonight.

Glancing around, I spot a coffee shop. Scooping up the bags, I make my way to a table near the wall. I reply to their previous message before asking questions about tonight.

SugarBB_Emmy:I’ve never been spanked before.

Not because of sex, anyway. I’ve been hit, and not just on my ass. I slam down the doors on that mental pathway.

SugarBB_Emmy:Also, when do I get the plans for our date? I’m planning out the rest of my afternoon to make sure I’m ready for you all.

I nibble on my lip after I hitsend. Was that too forward? This flirting thing is hard.

“Hi, can I get you something?”

Startling, I look up at the waiter and then kind of glance around. “Um, yes, ah . . .”

She offers me a menu with a tight smile.

“Thanks,” I mutter and quickly scan it, looking for the cheapest drink on the menu. “I’ll take a hot chocolate, please, to go.”

The woman nods and disappears behind the register next to the massive stainless steel coffee machine.

I’ve probably just bought myself five minutes.

Unlocking my phone, I check for new messages, but they haven’t replied yet. So, I open up a browser and do a new search.

How to be a brat for my daddy.

The first result is a link to some forums, and I click on that. I quickly find a post that is perfect for what I’m looking for—a brand new baby girl who loves to be good but wants to explore being bratty with her daddy and isn’t sure how to go about it.

Some of the responses make me cringe, telling her to act like a toddler and literally throw a tantrum. Ew, gross.

But then I find a comment that is actually helpful.

u:Daddys_Perfect_Girl

It depends on the baby girl and the daddy. If your normal dynamic is a good girl who is rewarded for her good behavior, then you only need to make a few minor adjustments. Talk back when he asks you to do something, or give him the silent treatment when you are busy playing or coloring. Small defiances will do the trick. I know they do for me and my daddy. He knows that when I refuse to clean up my drawing or go get ready for my bath that I’m asking for a spanking, without actually asking for it. He usually responds by railing me to within an inch of my life before making me come. Then I do what I was asked, and I’m back to my normal good girl self.

Holy shit.

I literally have to cross my legs to try to relieve the throbbing of my clit.

Is that what they want from me?

And why the fuck does the idea turn me on so much?