12. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Emery

With spiraling thoughts, I pull my clothes back on and stuff my pockets full again, but keep my phone and the cash out, before heading out to the register to pay. I frown with confusion as I see literally every item I tried on, plus a few others in various states of tissue paper wrapping.

"Uh, I think there has been some confusion," I start, the words slow to leave my mouth.

Lisa looks up at me with a smile as she expertly applies the flower-embossed sticker to the pink tissue paper. "Nope, no confusion. Your boyfriend called and has already paid for everything. He also added a few additional pieces."

I blink at her. Then blink again.

Then I glance down at my hands and flick my focus between my phone and the cash. A weird, hollow feeling fills me, and I kind of feel like I am going to pass out, but not, at the same time.

"I'm . . . no . . . boyfr—" I stop speaking when my phone vibrates in my hand. Feeling slightly robotic, I glance down at my phone and see an alert from SugarLife.

I swipe my thumb over it and the message loads.

Brat4Us: Good girls who follow instructions get rewards. Thank you for the pictures. You look gorgeous in all of them.

I can barely breathe as I tap out my reply.

SugarBB_Emmy: And what do bad girls get?

Brat4Us: Brats get exactly what they are asking for.

I scrunch my brows in confusion. What they're asking for? What does that . . . Oh.

A picture appears on my screen and holy fucking shit. My pulse skyrockets and my thighs tighten as a black leather paddle fills my screen. Words are embossed in reverse into the center of the paddle, and once I figure out what the bold italic lettering says, I start to wonder if I need an ambulance.

Daddy's Brat.

"Emmy, is everything okay?"

My head snaps up at the use of my SugarLife name. Lisa's face is pinched with concern, and I do my best to smile at her. But when she lays her hands flat across the counter and gives me a stern look, I'm fairly certain I haven't convinced her. "Is everything okay?

That snaps me out of it. I take a deep breath and shake off whatever those feelings were. "Ah, yeah, fine. Sorry. Everything is good, my b-boyfriend . . . he just, he surprised me. In a good way." I quickly add that last bit. Deciding that leaning into this might be the best plan, I bite my lip and do my best to look shy. "He sent me a dirty message about the lingerie and now I . . ."

I allow my words to trail off, and it seems to have the desired effect, because Lisa leans back with a smile, seeming to understand whatever message I'm trying to send her. "Ah, well. Let's get the last of these wrapped up for you. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting too long."

I nod, then stand by the counter as way too many black and pink tissue wrapped bundles disappear into several very classy, unmarked gift bags. My heart does a weird ka-thud when Lisa prints off the receipt and then tucks it into her drawer rather than one of my bags.

Well, okay, then.

Lisa rounds the counter and helps me to take hold of all the red rope handles. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to come in. If I'm not here, the girls will be able to look after you."

"Thanks," I reply with a small smile. If everything goes according to plan, this will be my only trip into her store.

I walk out with bags that are surprisingly light, legs leading me in the direction of the mall's exit. With the massive glass sliding doors coming into view, my attention is snagged by a huge toy store. I pull up in front of the glass display filled with plush animals and stare at a beautiful brown teddy with a pale pink bow around its neck.

Would that be too much?

They want role-play, don't they? Carefully setting my bags on the ground, I pull out my phone and turn my back to the shoppers behind me so that I can check their original ad.

Yep, there it is.

No age play required, but role-play is a must. Real life age is just a number; if you have the soul of a baby girl, please contact us.

And what's the worst that could happen? They ask me to put it away and the night goes on.

I glance at the time on my phone and do some mental math. I have enough time to finish shopping, get home, and then . . . it occurs to me that I have no idea what the details are for tonight.

Glancing around, I spot a coffee shop. Scooping up the bags, I make my way to a table near the wall. I reply to their previous message before asking questions about tonight.

SugarBB_Emmy: I've never been spanked before.

Not because of sex, anyway. I've been hit, and not just on my ass. I slam down the doors on that mental pathway.

SugarBB_Emmy: Also, when do I get the plans for our date? I'm planning out the rest of my afternoon to make sure I'm ready for you all.

I nibble on my lip after I hit send . Was that too forward? This flirting thing is hard.

"Hi, can I get you something?"

Startling, I look up at the waiter and then kind of glance around. "Um, yes, ah . . ."

She offers me a menu with a tight smile.

"Thanks," I mutter and quickly scan it, looking for the cheapest drink on the menu. "I'll take a hot chocolate, please, to go."

The woman nods and disappears behind the register next to the massive stainless steel coffee machine.

I've probably just bought myself five minutes.

Unlocking my phone, I check for new messages, but they haven't replied yet. So, I open up a browser and do a new search.

How to be a brat for my daddy.

The first result is a link to some forums, and I click on that. I quickly find a post that is perfect for what I'm looking for—a brand new baby girl who loves to be good but wants to explore being bratty with her daddy and isn't sure how to go about it.

Some of the responses make me cringe, telling her to act like a toddler and literally throw a tantrum. Ew, gross.

But then I find a comment that is actually helpful.

u:Daddys_Perfect_Girl

It depends on the baby girl and the daddy. If your normal dynamic is a good girl who is rewarded for her good behavior, then you only need to make a few minor adjustments. Talk back when he asks you to do something, or give him the silent treatment when you are busy playing or coloring. Small defiances will do the trick. I know they do for me and my daddy. He knows that when I refuse to clean up my drawing or go get ready for my bath that I'm asking for a spanking, without actually asking for it. He usually responds by railing me to within an inch of my life before making me come. Then I do what I was asked, and I'm back to my normal good girl self.

Holy shit.

I literally have to cross my legs to try to relieve the throbbing of my clit.

Is that what they want from me?

And why the fuck does the idea turn me on so much?

I don't want to be spanked, do I? That paddle looks like it will seriously hurt. Pain is so not my kink. I've had sex with guys who've liked it rough, and it honestly hasn't done anything for me. Not that regular sex has done much, either.

"One hot chocolate."

I quickly lock my phone and place it facedown before taking my hot chocolate. The woman also offers me a folder, which I presume has my bill in it. Before I take it, I reach into my pocket and pull out the wad of cash. I shoot her a quick smile as I peel off a fifty and hand it to her.

She stares at the cash in my hand, mouth open a little, before taking it and the folder with her, not giving me a chance to mention the tip. Oh well, if she doesn't just take one, I'll give it to her when she comes back.

Even though she seemed angry, I'm going to give it to her anyway. Hospitality is fucking hard work, and she deserves whatever extra she can get.

No new notifications display on my screen when I turn the phone over while simultaneously taking a sip of the fucking amazing drink. I peek at the teddy bear in the toy store window again and wonder if it is as soft as it looks.

The woman comes back and offers me the folder. I take it, quickly checking the tip situation. She didn't take one, so I flick through the change, find a five, and offer it to her. "Thank you."

Her smile isn't quite as tight as the first one, but she says her thank you and heads back into the store.

Taking that as my sign to leave, I pick up all my things and aim for the toy store.