For those of you who read Baker’s Dozen, you might be familiar with the short-story “The Babysitter’s Daddy”. And if you aren’t, you definitely should be.

Recently I was at work with nothing to do and my Bluetooth keyboard all charged up and paired to my phone, and I decided to start writing a sequel. It takes place about three years after the original, which for the sake of argument now occurred in 2022 (as opposed to 2018, when Baker’s Dozen was first released). That allowed me to include it in the SCU.

Anyway, here’s a small taste of the 3465 words I wrote that day:

Later that night, I spanked Callie – – not as hard as her weekly maintenance spanking, and I didn’t use any implements. I didn’t like to, to be honest; spanking her with my hand felt more intimate. But when she misbehaved I would spank her hard with my hand and then give her ten or so swats with a paddle that looked like it belonged in a school in the mid-20th century. She’d bought it as a gift for us to use, even though she hated when I spanked her with it. 

She did like my hand, though, and once she was suitably reddened she showed me just how much, kneeling on the floor in front of me. She was particularly enthusiastic, and I wondered if it was because she was trying to thank me for agreeing to go to this munch thing. Not that she wasn’t into it every time she did it, but this time she was like a woman possessed, trying to suck my soul out through my cock. 

Before I got too close to coming, I pulled her up, pushed her gently onto the bed, and returned the favor, bringing her to three loud orgasms before I fucked her hard, face to face. “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. “Please, Daddy, come in me! Please, Daddy, please!” 

Callie knew what those words did to me and I exploded into her; she came one last time, and then I leaned down and kissed her. “Good girl,” I said. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

After we disentangled ourselves and got cleaned up – – the movies never show you what happens to the mess afterward – – I held her in my arms and played with her long brown hair. She had her head on my shoulder again, and one hand was resting on my chest, right over my heart. “You’re sure it’s okay?” she said in a small voice. 

I knew exactly what she was talking about. “It’s okay. Promise.” 

That was all she needed to hear; when I promised something, I didn’t go back on it. 

So what if it took me a while to fall asleep that night? So what if I spent two hours on my phone, looking at different Kinkster profiles, while she snored softly? So what if I started wondering what it would be like to spank some of the butts I saw? That didn’t make me weird, did it? 

Well, if it did, then it was no weirder than being called Daddy by a grown adult woman who wanted me to spank her regularly. 

I finally put the phone down at one in the morning. By then I’d followed a few people, including one guy who had literally hundreds of photos of people he’d spanked on his profile. I’d made liberal use of the Heart button to indicate that I liked what I saw across the site. But my eyes were getting gummy and I was starting to feel a slight headache forming behind them. Better to close my eyes and try to sleep. 

I guess I managed it, because the next thing I knew my alarm was going off on my phone and Callie was rolling over to kiss me. “Good morning, Daddy,” she said, her voice hoarse with sleep. 

“Good morning.” I kissed her back, probably a little too intensely – – we were both late for work that day.

Oh, and a quick update on Lessons 2 — I started working on a character bible so I’d have references and so I could refamiliarize myself with the characters.