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He was quiet for awhile. “You’re used to getting your own way a lot, aren’t you?” he asked finally.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“The word is ‘yes’, not ‘yeah’.”
“Okay.” She felt a slow heat crawl into her cheeks.
He smiled slightly. “Why did you break up with your boyfriend?”
“He broke up with me, actually. Said I needed to go out and ex-perience some other things before I could make a commitment to him.” The pout returned.
“How long ago?”
“Couple months.”
“Two? Three?”
“Three.”
“Then say that. How long ago did you break up?”
“Three months ago,” she said, the color growing deeper in her face.
“Much better. Good girl.”
Her stomach flipped.
His smile grew. “Back to my original question, and I’d appreciate an answer this time. What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for Daddy,” she said, in a small voice. She opened her green eyes and looked at him across the table.
“Specifics.”
She thought for a moment. “Correction, discipline, attention, affection…”
“Affection?”
She nodded. “I like to sit on Daddy’s lap and cuddle.”
“How much affection?”
“I like a lot of affection. Espe-cially after I’ve been punished…”
He put one hand down on the table and slid it over to hers, taking her fingers into his hand. “Are you being intentionally evasive?”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with an innocence that didn’t look contrived. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Then I’ll tell you what I mean,” he said patiently. “Do you want to…” he squeezed her fingers hard, “… fuck Daddy?”
She let out a noise that sounded like an “eep” and tried to pull her hand away. When his fingers didn’t budge, she answered. “I do what-ever Daddy tells me to do.”

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Read the rest of The Ad in Consent Magazine Issue #19 Autumn 2003