Tom's house lay between Adam's very basic--though neat--one-bedroom cottage and Dan's stately home on the luxury scale, but Natalie didn't think about the furnishings--except for the toys: the model roller-coaster in Tom's office clearly represented only the tip of the iceberg and his living-room was like an enchanting museum of little mechanical towns and buildings. Really, though, the only things in the living-room in which Natalie was interested at that moment were Tom's knee, and Tom's enormous right hand.
"Alright, babygirl," he said, standing there next to the big wooden chair he had pulled out and turned around, clearly intending that Natalie should understand this to be the chair where he would sit so that she might take her trip over his knee and feel his firm hand. "Decision time: as it is for most red-blooded ageplay daddies, this is a sexual thing for me. That doesn't mean it has to be a sexual thing for you, though. It's really important that we set boundaries at least for today, though. We can change them for next time, but once we set them for today we need to stick with them."
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