I don't make a habit of punishing random submissives at my club. But when I have a little girl on the verge of a full blown meltdown on my hands, it seems like the only option. With her bottom still red and hot from my discipline, she all but begs me to take her. To use her in all the wicked, wanton ways I can think of. She couldn't be more perfect for me. Except for one minor detail: She isn't really a Little, after all, but a Middle. And she's convinced she's far too independent for my tastes. But a sudden threat forces us together, and I find myself wondering more and more what it would take to convince her to let me be her guiding light, her beacon in the storm. Her Daddy.