I wish I could make some sort of small talk with her, but I’m afraid to make things worse. My inclination is to ask her about her day, but I get the feeling her workday is so far removed from her evenings that she would be even more unnerved if I suggested she mix the two.
Davis dotes on Britney. He refills her juice when it’s empty, gets her another helping of lasagna, even hands her a napkin when she gets sauce on her face. He loves her to pieces.
When we’re done, everyone takes their dishes to the sink, and I help Davis put things in the fridge while Britney and Eve wander toward the kennel where the puppy is whimpering.
“Can I let Charlie out yet, Daddy?”
“In a minute, sweetie.”
“But he wants to come out now, Daddy,” she whines.
“And what will he need to do the moment you let him out?” Davis asks.
“Go potty,” she responds.
“Where is he going to do that?” Davis asks.
It’s like ping pong watching them. I can’t help but smile.
“In the backyard,” Britney murmurs dejectedly.
I’m missing something here, and I imagine I’m about to find out what.
“Are you permitted to go out back without Daddy?” He keeps loading the dishwasher.
Ahhh. I see where this is going.
“No, Sir.”
“Then exercise some patience, sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sticks her fingers through the cage to stroke the puppy’s fur. “Just a few minutes, Charlie,” she tells him.
I struggle not to chuckle as I wrap tinfoil over the lasagna and put it in the fridge.
I’m pretty sure Davis takes his time finishing in the kitchen before turning back to the girls. “Okay. You can open the kennel now, sweetie. Careful not to pinch your fingers.”
Britney jumps to her feet and opens the little cage. Eve stands next to her.
A very rambunctious puppy scrambles out of the confined space, jumping up on Eve the moment he can.
Eve giggles and threads her fingers in his fur. “Aren’t you the cutest puppy ever?” It’s the first time she’s cracked a smile since we got here. I like seeing her more relaxed. The puppy has caused her to forget her plight.
“Come on, girls. Quickly. Outside. Before he pees on the floor.” Davis opens the sliding door, and Charlie runs past everyone into the yard.
We all follow, but it’s too cold to stay outside long.
Eve wraps her arms around her middle and shivers.
Again, I want to hold her. I really need to stop thinking of her like this.
Luckily, Charlie pees quickly, and we all go back inside.
The little dog runs like crazy all over the great room, while Britney chases after him and finally manages to catch him. She plops onto her butt on the floor and pulls him into her lap, giggling at his puppy kisses.
Eve sits next to her, legs crossed. She looks eager but waits patiently until Britney hands her the puppy so she can have a turn petting him.
Davis and I return to our spots from earlier, me on the couch near him, him in the armchair.
Britney tips her head back. “Can we watch a movie, Daddy?”
“What did I tell you before they arrived?”
She sighs. “That it would be too late and past my bedtime.”
He narrows his gaze. “You didn’t have a nap today. Don’t fall apart on me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smile, remembering that on Sunday she’d been napping when I called. Now I understand why.
“Put Charlie back in his kennel and come here,” Davis commands.
Britney scoops up the puppy and carries the wiggling little guy back to his cage. He goes in and settles down almost immediately, a testament to how hard they must be working to train him.
When Britney returns to stand in front of Davis, he grips her chin.
“You’re being intentionally naughty, aren’t you, sweetie?”
She squirms and looks down. “Maybe.”
He chuckles and looks at me. “Britney isn’t usually disobedient, but we spoke earlier about me spanking her in front of you so you can witness the dynamic. It’s a little out of our norm to perform intentionally. It’s not a game for us. It’s a lifestyle. I spank her when she’s disobedient. Setting up a time to intentionally spank Britney isn’t our regular routine. Lots of couples do though. It’s not uncommon for littles and Daddies to set aside a specific time when they intend to play and then include certain elements that fulfill their needs.”
My brow is furrowed as I try to grasp his meaning.
Eve surprises me by coming to my side and sitting next to me on the couch. “It’s what I usually do,” she tells me. “I arrange to do a scene with a Daddy at Surrender at a specific time. I misbehave on purpose. He spanks me. Then he cuddles me, and we’re done. We go our separate ways.”
I look toward her and nod. “I get it.” I don’t stop myself from touching her this time. She’s so close, and I can’t resist. Plus, I think she needs it. So, I brush a lock of hair away from her forehead and tuck it behind her ear.
She tips her head into my hand, melting me. What happens next makes my heart pound. Eve scoots slightly closer and wraps her arm around mine before leaning her cheek against my biceps. She did something similar in the middle of the night, but I’m surprised by her doing so in front of others.
I’m also not sorry. And I don’t want her to pull away. So, I reach across with my other hand and hold her free hand in my lap. It’s like she thinks I might need comforting for what’s about to happen.
I turn back to Davis who’s watching us closely, almost smiling. “I don’t want you to do something unnatural and out of the ordinary on my account,” I tell him.
Britney steps between Davis’s legs, but turns to face me as he wraps his arms around her middle. “Spanking is a key element of age play,” she tells me. “It’s important
