Page 35 of Provoking Camden

I slide onto the seat next to her.

“Did you want me to draw you a picture or take notes?”

She is going to sass me every step of the way, and I’m going to fucking love it. Her sass is what drew me to her from the very beginning. I’ve been hoping she would not lose that naughty side when we reached a place where I was finally able to bring her into my home for good.

“Notes, Baby girl. A list of rules. You can number them. The first one is I will not sass my Daddy.”

She pouts. “I’ll break that rule before I even get it written down.”

I chuckle. “I’m counting on it.”

“What’s the punishment for sassing you?”

“I don’t know yet. We haven’t gotten there.” I tap the paper.

She leans over and writes, 1. I will not sass my Daddy. When she’s finished, she puts that pencil away and pulls out another one.

I see what her plan is. Cute.

I tap the paper again. “I will not run in the house.”

She writes, swaps the pencil, and looks at me.

“I will not cuss.”

Same process.

“I will not argue with my Daddy when he tells me to do something.”

Purple pencil.

“I will not touch my pussy without permission.”

She giggles.

We go through several more rules that are just for fun. None of them are important or life-threatening.

She looks skeptical. “I’ll never be able to follow all these, Daddy.”

“That’s why they fall under the minor-infractions list. If you break them, you will get funishments. Things like a swat on the bottom, timeouts, writing sentences, orgasm denial.”

She gasps. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.”

I shrug. “All of them will make you squirm.”

“How is a spanking, timeout, or writing sentences going to make me squirm?”

“You’ll see. I’m pretty creative.”

“I took a lot of your classes. None of them were creative writing.”

I laugh. “Such a sassy girl.” I push my chair away from the table and hold out a hand. “Come here.”

She slides off her seat and comes to me.

I’m quick to act, not wanting her to have time to process as I lean her over my thighs, lift her dress a few inches to expose her leggings, give her bottom one hard swat, and then grab her pussy.

She arches her head up and whimpers as I hold her pussy in my grip for a few seconds. Just enough to tease her. When I finally release her, I help her stand and point to the chair she just vacated. “Sit, sassy girl.”