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a natural sub. She slid into the chair across from him,
barely meeting his eyes as she reached for her fork.
    “Candy, I think we should talk before
we play this out any farther. It’s a little early in our relationship for me to
start reprimanding or punishing you when we haven’t even clarified how much is
pure play and how much we want to be real.”
    She looked up at him at last, her
cheeks flushed with either embarrassment, anger or desire. “I agree. I have to
tell you, I was really quite annoyed when you made me put out my cigarette, but
oddly enough I was also touched you were thinking about my health. And I have
to admit that the spanking turned me on, as you knew it would.” She poked at
her broccoli. “But it’s important to figure out where the game roles leave off
and our real personas begin.”
    “We’ll set a safe word and talk about
some guidelines.” He paused, half afraid to say the rest of it in case she
turned him down. “That is, if you want to keep seeing each other.”
    Her buoyant grin was back, lighting
her eyes and waking the dimple in her left cheek. “Do you have to ask?”
    “Actually I do. That’s my job as the
dom, to make sure we’re in agreement about things. Do we want this to be a one
time thing, an occasional hook up, or something more?”
    “As far as I’m concerned, Bob, this is
something much more. Sounds crazy when we’ve only just met, but I feel
such a sense of…coming home with you. Something I’ve never felt with anyone
before.”
    And I with you, my little girl. He nodded. “I feel the same way. So,
all right then. Let’s hammer out the details.”
     

Chapter Three
    They’d agreed—again—to try to start
slow, maintaining separate lives and seeing each other a few times a week. But
it wasn’t long before Bob was setting up his spare room as a little girl’s
bedroom. He replaced the neutral tones with a lot of pink and bought a bright
flowered comforter for the bed. He let Candy help decorate since it was to be
her room when she stayed the night. Which wasn’t to say she wouldn’t end up
crawling into her Daddy’s bed before the night was over, but this gave her a
space of her own to retreat to when she wished.
    Getting into the girlish spirit of
unicorns and kittens, Candy chose items that would further the illusion of a
child’s room. A plush, chenille rug covered most of the floor. Stuffed animals
and dolls littered the bed. A happy face nightlight plugged into one outlet.
Her collection of dresses and frilly outfits filled the wardrobe, waiting for
Daddy to pick one out and help her dress in it.
    “Do you like taking it this far?” Bob
asked her.
    Candy was adamant that she was into
the whole scene. “I can always stay at my apartment if I’m not in the mood,”
she remarked one time when he asked her opinion on whether a toy box would be
too much.
    “Hey, I don’t want you to feel we have
to age play every time you come over. There are plenty of other scenes we can
do,” he reminded her. “Or we can simply be ourselves. Hang out like that.”
    Candy turned to him with a wry smile.
“I’m beginning to think this is myself. I feel so relaxed when I slip
into my little girl mode. I mean, surly teenage hottie is great, too, but I’m happiest
when I’m very young and you’re taking care of me.”
    “So am I.” He slipped his arms around
her and pulled her close, breathing in her strawberry scent. “I love taking
care of you. And hey, we can keep some pretty adult ‘toys’ in that toy box if
we want to.”
    As Candy stayed over more and more
often, Bob enjoyed laying out her clothes and giving her guidance about what
she should do that day. On work days she had to adopt her capable waitress
façade. She put on the tank top and skirt that were the unofficial uniform of
waitresses at Jake’s Place, but underneath, he told her to wear her ruffled
pantalets to remind her she was still Daddy’s little girl. He liked to think of
her going