Daddy: Since I assume you don’t want me to spank your bottom again anytime soon, I’ll give you another option.I won’t always be this lenient, but you’re learning, so I’ll go easy on you.Pull your dress up, spread your legs, and take a picture of your shaved cunt.Do it now.Don’t hesitate.I want to see it in ten seconds, princess.
Fuck.Fuck, fuck, fuck.I’m shaking.I set the phone down as though it’s on fire.I can’t send him a nude.This is madness.
But I also don’t want to endure another spanking.
Fuck it.I’ll take the picture close up.No one would ever know it was me.
I lift my butt off the chair, haul the dress up to my waist, grab my phone, flip the screen, and snap the most scandalous picture I’ve ever seen in my life.When I look at it, I second guess myself.
When the phone pings again, I nearly drop it.
Daddy: You’re overthinking, princess.Send Daddy the picture.
Holding my breath, I do it.Probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life, but I do it anyway.And now I’m staring at the phone.Waiting.It seems like an eternity before he responds.
Daddy: Good girl.Eat your granola bar and get to class.Text me when you’re in your seat so I’ll know you arrived safely.
Aparently, my controlling Daddy is upping the ante today.
Eleven
Rook
How the hell am I supposed to teach my first class with that picture burned in my mind?I’m usually so good at compartmentalizing, but I’ve been unfocused since I met Briana.My firm grip on everything in my universe is slipping.
She’s the cause.It’s unnerving.I’m not sleeping as well.I’m forgetting to do things that are part of my routine.I’m so obsessed that I spend hours watching her in her room.Now I’m also following her every move.I keep the app open on my phone at all times so I can glance at it and see where she is.
Her first class is at the same time as mine.She’s in the same building as me this morning.So it’s five minutes before class starts that I finally get her text.
Briana: I arrived safely, Sir.
Rook: Do I hear a hint of sass in your voice?
Briana: No, Sir.
Rook: Let’s hope not.If so, you need to adjust your attitude before I see you again.I won’t tolerate sass.It’s disrespectful.
Briana: Yes, Sir.
Rook: Yes, Daddy.
Briana: Yes, Daddy.
Rook: Good girl.Have a nice class.
The day drags on.I manage to teach my classes because computer science is something I could do in my sleep when I was six.I don’t have to think to attempt to educate these students, who mostly don’t want to be here.
I can tell the difference.I know which ones love math and which ones are fulfilling a course requirement.I try to treat them all the same, but it’s hard.I have to constantly remind myself that not everyone loves numbers and programming as much as I do.I don’t care for language, so I can’t blame an English major for their disinterest in numbers.
I text Briana three more times between classes to make sure she’s arrived at her next two classes.It’s not necessary.My app tells me where she is.But I want her to get used to expecting my constant authoritative ways.I expect unquestioning obedience, and she needs to learn that immediately.
Shewilllet me know every time she moves.I’ll train her to do it without thinking.Gradually, she will accept that she needs my permission to so much as pee.It will become as natural to her as breathing.
Check in with Daddy.Let him know where I am.Let him know when I’m leaving one spot for another.
I want Briana to keep her phone close at all times.I want to own her every fucking move.She will crave the routine until she doesn’t dare question me.
Dependence… That’s what I want from her.I didn’t realize that when I started stalking her.I didn’t know half the things I know now.I’m learning what I need while discovering what she craves at the same time.