Principal Daddy: Taken In Hand By Her Daddy Dom

By S. L. Finlay

Hot, in control and always seen in a suit, school principal Rick Calder had caught shy and uncertain Yasmin Piper’s eye, and her heart. 
Yasmin: He’s hot and I want him. He comes in to the cafe where I work looking every bit of professional, sexy man. That whole authority figure thing? Wow. He is hot without even trying! But, there’s just one little thing, one teensy tiny secret that I have, one which I am not sure how to tell him about. You see, I am into age play and it extends a little past calling my boyfriend’s daddy in bed. How do I tell him? I can’t be with a man who doesn’t know about my deepest desires. 
Rick: Yasmin was a cutie, working in the local cafe so she could send her only child to my school, she had grabbed my attention and I couldn’t keep away. But how to I make the move on someone so timid without scaring her off? I needed to make her mine. I needed her body, her heart, her everything. Then, when she was right within my grasp, she told me a secret that changed everything. 
Will he be able to get beyond the fact that as the school principal - the big man in charge - he’s her perfect fetish? Will he be able to cope when she tells him her deepest, darkest desires and longings? Will he be compatible when he hears her secret? 
Book #2 in the Emerald Creek series, this Australian suburban/small town romance can be read as a sand alone or side-by-side with the companion books that tell the tales of other residents of Emerald Creek. All books have HEAs and hawt book boyfriends for your reading pleasure!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Finlay Press
• Release date: Mar 22, 2019

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2019).

CHAPTER ONE

It was a normal, boring day in Emerald Creek. One of a string of normal, boring days in Emerald Creek, which felt like they went back forever. It's a wonderful place to live and to raise a child, but it's not always the most exciting place when your time is divided between raising said child, and working to support yourself and said child. Routine is the killer of fun.

I'd dropped my son off for school, as was my normal routine on a Thursday morning, and had gone in to work. The manager of the best cafe in town - or at least that's what I told myself, they were all fairly decent cafes in town. Melbourne has the best cafe's ever! - I always had busy mornings as the other school mums dropped by for coffee on their way from the school back home or from the school to their daily errands, or even for the ones that worked and had bosses who were good about them having to do the school drop off and coming in a little late.

I would need to get the coffee machine started and throw down a few chairs before the school mums appeared. Then I'd be rushing around making them coffee and chatting to them about school business while trying to get the rest of the cafe ready for the days business unable to take a breath really until well after ten thirty.

It was a big cafe, and the owner didn't really care about what happened in the business. The owner barely cared that the business was solvent. But, even when the business was doing well, the owner didn't want to put any extra people to work in the business. As a result of not having enough help I was constantly run off my feet and tired. At the end of the day when my son came home and wanted to play outside, I just wanted to curl up and sleep. My weeks were so long that by the time they were ended, I would need to be reminded of how they even started.

On this particular Thursday, it was twenty to eleven when I finally got a chance to relax a bit after the morning rush. Today, I had finally been allowed to get the staff member who would act as my extra help throughout the day. My extra help would start at the end of the morning rush. Small wins from the side of getting extra help, but they felt pretty big.

Sophie, the timid dark haired school lever who I had been allowed to hire - my first hire! - started her shift at ten thirty by taking over orders and coffee making while I threw down more chairs in the large cafe and got the log fire started. We had heating, but the fire was popular. Especially with lunch diners. Getting it started now would mean we'd have a nice little fire by lunch time.

I pottered around, getting everything ready and slowly saw the morning rush dying down. That was until eleven o'clock, when Sophie and I were getting things ready for lunch at a leisurely pace.

Thanks for the extra half hour! Sophie said, far too willing to please in exchange for helping make my life easier. Sometimes I would feel bad about that, but mostly I just smiled.

No problem. I told her, wiping down a table as we chatted. It's good to have you in earlier. I need all the help I can get.

Yeah. It's hectic! Sophie remarked in the charming way only a teenager can, with eyes wide and face telling you that this was the worst. Even when it really wasn't that bad. Morning rushes are pretty routine for a place serving coffee - the life blood of any town or suburb.

You can stay for the whole shift? I asked and she nodded her head, eyes still wide, this time to emphasize a point though.

Good. I said, smiling. This was Sophie's first job since leaving school, so I had to teach her everything fresh. Which wasn't so bad, because she was easy to manage and so amenable to taking on anything I said in my training.

I was going to train her on how to use the grill when in walked the school principal for the primary school which stood around the corner from the cafe. Rick Calder was a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair, hazel eyes and teeth that were just crooked enough to make his smile cute. I always felt like those crooked smiles were the reason why he was so much more formal in his job than previous principals, wearing suits every day and carrying himself with the air of a man who felt the weight of his responsibilities and took them very seriously. Oh, and he was deadly sexy, too! Even if he was in work mode most of the time when I saw him.

Oh, hi Rick! I called, walking around the little counter so I could take his order. How are you?

Yeah, good thanks Yasmin. He said, a broad grin on his face. Busy day?

Busy morning! I said, exaggerating how busy my morning had been with my face and he let out a chuckle.

You are a hard working woman, Yasmin. He told me.

Yeah, tell me about it! I didn't really stop until Sophie came in to help out! I told him, motioning towards where Sophie stood immobile near the two of us, a small, awkward smile on her face as she looked on.

Hello Mr. Calder! She called, her voice too formal. I could feel the smirk arriving at my lips from the times he had come in in this past week or so when I was training Sophie before her first official shift today. It wasn't so long ago that she was in primary school and he had been a teacher, I remembered from what she had told me the first time he had come in. She was only sixteen and he had been her grade six teacher before he was promoted the following year. He had only been principal for a few years, and that hadn't quite sunk in for her yet, much less the fact that as much as he wasn't a teacher anymore, he also wasn't her teacher anymore.

Hello Sophie. How are you doing? He asked, his smile sweet and paternal. I loved that smile, it made me melt just a little bit to see him being sweet with kids.

Good, Mr. Calder. She told him, Yasmin was just going to teach me something new.

Were you? He turned to ask me, his eyebrows raised. I could feel his humor and let out a little chuckle.

I was just going to teach Sophie how to use the grill. This is her first job, she has never worked anywhere before, much less a place like this. She has to be trained on everything. I told him with a smile.

Good. He agreed, she will be safer that way.

Yes, well, that's what I was hoping. I told him, remembering all the injuries I had gotten working in this same kitchen over the years since my son's birth. People might not think it's a dangerous place to work, a cafe, but with all those sharp knives flying around, and hot coffee and tea, you can burn or cut yourself, in addition to a bunch of other injuries from lifting things or slipping over. Kitchens are death traps, really.

Are you coming to Sara's going away? I asked, unsure what else I could ask and wanting to keep the conversation flowing. I felt awkward saying much else in front of the young Sophie anyway.

I should be there, yes. He told me, I've known her a few years, and she lives right near the school. So I'll go see her off.

She's only going for a year, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you had something else on or- I began but he cut me off.

-Oh no, I will be there. He told me, Of course.

Cool. I said, nodding and trying to keep my face impartial. It'll be good to see you, you know, outside of my work. I finished the sentence there, but inside my own mind I was thinking, 'outside of my work, where I'm not allowed to kiss or touch you, let alone be bent over one of these tables by you and receive a sound spanking like the naughty girl I am.' But I told myself that even if I didn't say it, he would sense it.

Good stuff. He said before asking, could I order a coffee?

Sure. The usual? I asked and he nodded.

I nodded right back before telling Sophie, who had been watching us intently up until that point, could you make a flat white for Mr. C- I mean, Rick.

Sure. She said, happy at being trusted with a task. She floated behind me and started making the coffee, her movements much less expert than my own at doing the same job. As she took far too long to make the coffee just as I knew she would, I chatted to Rick.

How have things been for you today? I asked. Rick came in every day, sometimes multiple times, and his answers would rarely change, but I had no idea what to ask him about beyond his work.

Yeah. Good. He told me, plenty of paperwork, but no kids being sent to my office. He told me.

I'm glad. Would hate to have you come in here and tell me one day that you'd seen my son that morning over something he'd done. I told him.

I'm sure I'll never see your son in my office, Yasmin. He told me.

No? I asked, even though I knew he was right. My son was a very well behaved boy.

Of course not! He laughed, he's a good boy, just like his mother. He told me and my eyes widened just enough, and I took control of that blank look I had cultivated for his visits for just long enough to let on. To tell him that perhaps I am not the good girl he thinks I am. I suppressed the urge.

Then I regained control, but not before his face registered what mine had done and he shot me a wicked grin. He had said it on purpose for a reaction and I had given him one. Internally, I was kicking myself for that.

I felt naughty, but quickly turned to Sophie by way of a cover.

That coffee ready yet? I asked her.

Ah, no. I just. She said as I turned not just my body but my attention to her fully. She had somehow managed to get coffee grounds all over herself and was wiping them off, rather than making the coffee.

It's okay. I reassured her, I'll make this one.

No, it's fine. She told me, The machine is just, broken.

Oh, no, really? I asked her, taking a step closer to the machine for a proper look. I could see she was right even without touching the machine. The coffee

Reviews for Principal Daddy

[kerri · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Not much age play, lots of talk about a secret that she tells on 3rd date, he seems enraged, then fine with it, then he can't do it, then says he can...a lot of drama & back story info and a few really great date scenes but I skipped through the book a lot. Maybe it just wasn't what I thought it would be from the description.

[Amy Boyer · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I did read all the way to the end, I just kept thinking it would get better.