Page 36 of Needing Daddy

“I see...”OMG! OMG! OMG! Yes-s!

“Do you?”

“I-I think so...” she stuttered, uncertain now.

His lip quirked into a half smile. “Good. I never cheat.” He leaned over her and clipped her seatbelt into place.

They drove in silence. She reran their conversation over and over in her head, coming out with a different slant on his words every time. She didn’t even notice they’d arrived until he spoke.

“Here we are,” he said as he manoeuvred off the road and turned the car into the car park. He pulled up and switched off the engine. “Stay where you are until I come for you.”

She watched him climb out of the car and cross to her side.

“Good girl,” he praised as he leaned over and unclipped her seatbelt.

Penny fizzed with pleasure. This was a rule David insisted upon in their age-play marriage. She gave him a sunny smile and stepped out of the car.

Inside they waited in line with two people in front of them.

“Do you know what you’re going to choose?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!” she replied confidently.

“Let me guess... mm, a unicorn?”

She shook her head and shoulders just as she’d seen her niece exaggeratedly do. “No!”

David tapped the end of her nose. “I give up, so tell me,” he said.

“Pawlette,” she stated reverently.

“Pawlette?” He sounded confused.

“You’ll see!” she told him happily.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” the woman asked when it was their turn to be served.

“We’d like a Pawlette, please,” David said before Penny could open her mouth.

“I expect you’d like the Pink.” The assistant winked at her.

“No, just a regular Pawlette, please,” Penny said quickly.

“Okay, well, all the Pawlette choices are over here. You choose which you’d like and then we’ll go and listen to the sounds you can have fitted.”

Penny shook her head. “No, thank you. I just want a regular Pawlette with a heart.”

“No nice smell added? We have a new bubble gum scent which is very popular,” the assistant pressed.

Penny shook her head.

“Right, let’s go and fill your Pawlette, shall we? Have you got a name in mind yet?” she asked as they walked.

“The one I lost was called Flopsy, so I’m thinking this one should be called Mopsy, or maybe Cotton Tail,” she mused uncertainly.

They arrived at the large churning stuffing machine that swirled the fluffy white filling. The lady sat down and opened the rabbit’s back, holding the toy over the nozzle of the machine.

“While you ponder your Pawlette’s name, press your foot on the pedal, and let’s get her filled up and made nice and cuddly for you.”