She didn’t know if it was the warm milk, the sex, knowing Drew was there to take care of her, or maybe the fact that she had a new purpose in life. It was probably a blending of all of them; kind of like different metals mixing to form a stronger alloy. Her dreams were filled with wonderful images: her working, Drew and her enjoying life, and some great sex!The next thing she knew, Drew was gently waking her. She yawned and stretched, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. It was clearly early, but she knew they had a lot to do today.“Morning, sweetie, you sleep good?” he said, taking hold of her about the waist.“Oh, you bet, Daddy, that was just about the best sleep ever,” she replied, smiling. Then she frowned. He was putting her across his lap! “Ahhh, Daddy, what’s going on? I didn’t do anything bad.”“Oh, didn’t you? I seem to recall a very long ‘Naughty List’ with your name on it, little girl. But no, this is not a spanking—not yet. This is your morning routine.”She was confused.
