Daddy's Perfect Match

Chapter 12

I just stand in the front hall touching my forehead where James just kissed me. My heart is still fluttering and I can barely hold still. I don't want to be on my own, I want to run back to his house and beg him to kiss me somewhere else. But my rational grown up self wins and I go to the couch and start half watching some episodes of How I Met Your Mother. I've watched the series before and my eyes glaze over as I imagine James touching my face, my neck, lower. I have to text him.
I think of the most benign thing I can say, something that won't reveal my desperation.
Charlotte:Thank you for making lunch, it was really good!
I try to watch the show but all I can do is bounce around in anticipation of his reply.

James: you're welcome, my pleasure. Are you ready for your homework?

Am I?

Charlotte: Yes
James: Ok sweet pea, read these articles and we'll discuss them tomorrow.

https://www.domsub.life/ddlg/top-20-things-every-daddy-dom-should-do-for-his-little/

https://www.domsub.life/ddlg/top-26-little-date-ideas/
Good luck honey :)

Good luck? Did he send me to the dark corners of the Internet?
No, he's a good man. He wouldn't do that. Deep breath. I click on the first link.
The title pops up
Top 20 things every Daddy Dom should do for His little
He called himself daddy so I guess the daddy Dom is him. Does that make me little? Huh?

There's a picture under the title of a smiling girl holding a really cute teddybear. I grab my elephant,
Prissy, from the arm of the couch and prop her next to me so she can read too.

1. Hold her hand while crossing the street, watching a scary movie or...just because.

Wait this is a kink? That just sounds nice. James has the strongest, bestest hands.
I sink into the couch a little more. This isn't so scary.

2. Leave loving notes all over the place to surprise and delight your littles' heart.

What would James write in a note? Maybe he would call me one of those cute pet names. They always make my pulse rise and my heart melt at the same time.

3. Brush her hair, help her bathe (bubble baths preferably),

Little tingles run down my spine as I imagine him brushing my hair. He would be so gentle. Maybe he'd let me sit in his lap.
But I'm not sure what to make of "help her bathe". Is that a sex thing?
Not that I would mind.
James, his skin slick against mine, his breath hot in my ear.

treat her stuffed animals like living creatures and talk with them

Her stuffies. I look down at Prissy. She stares back blankly, also clearly confused. Is that what little means. Like little girl?
This is starting to make a lot of sense. Why he didn't mind my tutu, why he carried me, why he calls me all those little names. I should be outraged that he wants me to play a little girl to his daddy but I can't deny the heat building in my low body and that fluttery feeling in my chest.
I wouldn't have to hide my stuffies or my unicorn socks or the fact that I prefer pink lemonade to regular lemonade for no good reason. All the little things that make me so immature.
Little things. Hee hee.

4. Know all her stuffies' names.
I look at Prissy and giggle with joy and just the silliness of James bending down to meet her.

5. Punish misbehavior with time outs, spankings and occasionally make her write out an apology or things like "I won't sneak a cookie before dinner" (50 times is good)

Spanking? I imagine myself spread over James's broad legs, wiggling my bum. He would pull down my panties and smack my bum with one of those big, rough hands. I feel myself wiggling on the couch cushions. I keep on reading.

12. Always spend time reassuring your little of your love after a consequence. They need this assurance, and the knowledge that you still love and care for them. Aftercare is incredibly important. After all...this relationship is built upon trust.

I hold Prissy close to my chest. I love number 12. I had seen spanking in porn a few times. The women always had big fake boobs and flat stomachs  and squealed the whole time and then usually had really rough sex afterwords that made me click away as fast I could.
As unappealing as that all was, being spanked still intrigued me and the idea that James would hold me close and tell me he cared about me afterwords made it all so... Right. Not gross, not dirty. Intimate and special and perfect.

I continue down and can't find a single thing that I don't like on this list. I don't want to wait. I want to start now. I want him to hold me and call me his little girl ASAP. I want him to carry me around and meet my stuffies and love the parts of me I've been taught to hate.

Those tingles running down my spine have traveled into my panties. I look around but I know the house is empty. Perfect.
I lie back on the couch and cover Prissy's eyes with her arm. Then I reach into my lacy green undies and imagine James punishing me oh so sweetly. And when I cum, I think of daddy.