What Would Being Her Daddy Entail?

You scratched your chin as you considered it. Is there a word for something both strange and familiar? The revelation that she was a little was unexpected...but the longer you processed it, the more past events got re-contextualized by it. You'd always known it but never connected the dots.

Her love of floral, often showy, clothing when she was off duty. The silly songs she'd hum to herself in the bathroom. The way she'd get excited on dates when you passed something like a crane machine. It all made more sense.

"So if I did do this and became your Daddy, what would that entail? What would I have to do." You asked.

Her face brightened. Even asking the question meant you weren't likely about to shame her or break up with her. She leaned close and pecked your cheek.

"Well, you know about BDSM, right?" She said. In truth, you'd mentioned an interest in it to her before, but never tried it. "You'd be my dom. Tie me up. Give me spankings when I'm bad. Maybe set a few rules for me."

"But, the most important part is that sometimes I just feel little. I do little-like things. What I'm going to need is for you to engage me and act as the responsible grounding wall for me. I need a rock to lean on when I just want to feel strong."

Hrmmm....

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