Reincarnated In ToonTown Chapter 190: Ground Rules (Patreon)

“Ugh, I should just blow this whole thing off. I still don’t know why I hang out in some dirty public pool with those people,” Pacifica muttered to herself as she held up a two-piece string bikini to her body, only to immediately toss it aside where it joined the growing pile in the corner, “And even worse, I can’t find anything to wear! I can’t show up and have those commoners thinking that they’re the same as me with their last season bargain bin clothes.” 

Feeling just about ready to call it a night and stay in, Pacifica’s phone rang, and her heart skipped a beat as she couldn’t help but think about one number in particular, ‘He wouldn’t actually call me, would he?’ 

Anxious to find out, Pacifica practically teleported across the room and picked up her phone, only to have her heartbeat immediately take off like a rocket as she saw a contact saved as ‘daddy’ in her phone. 

‘Omg, omg, what could he be calling for?’ 

Pacifica panicked a little, then forced herself to take a breath and exhale, calming herself before she answered the phone, “Hello?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t have my number saved, you know exactly who this is.” 

Pacifica practically melted as she heard the deep, stern voice come through the phone, one that she wanted to both praise and berate her at the same time, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“I know you didn’t, but if I ignore and correct your behavior, you won’t get any better.” 

“G-get better, what do you mean by that?” Pacifica questioned as she forced herself to take deep, full breaths to stop the lightheadedness that seemed to set in whenever she interacted with Ramon, “If you’re talking about…that kind of stuff. I’ve been working every night; it’s getting easier.” 

“Well, while I am glad to hear you’re taking your training seriously, I was referring more to your behavior and our relationship.” 

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pacifica replied hesitantly, afraid of upsetting one of the only people she cared about. 

“You see, Pacifica, I’ve realized that I’m most likely the only real authority figure you’ve had in your life who doesn’t care more about their own reputation than they do your well-being. So I’ve decided that I’m going to take full responsibility for that power and I’m going to help you become somewhat better adjusted as a person.” 

“Better adjusted? I’m perfectly normal, it’s everyone else wh-” 

“Quiet.” 

Ramon didn’t raise his voice, but the command immediately made Pacifica close her lips, “As I was saying, you need someone to show and tell you when you’re in the wrong without just threatening to take away your credit card or car keys. You need discipline when you're doing poorly and a reward when you’re doing a good job. I can give you that structure and make sure you enjoy every second of it.” 

“Really, I don’t know if-”

“Remember when I bent you over my knee and turned your ass red with my handprints?” 

Pacifica paused as a flash of heat ran through her body and her breath hitched, “I-I couldn’t sit down without flinching for a whole day after that.” 

“That's because you were being a brat and needed correcting, but you still enjoyed it, right?” 

“It hurt,” Pacifica protested with a small dip of her head as the heat started to coil in her navel and her legs pressed together, “But I guess…in a strange way, I wouldn’t mind if you did something like that again.” 

“That’s the brat inside of you, when you act out, you're looking for a reaction as a sign of attention, which you associate with love and caring.” Ramon explained almost clinically, “You see their anger and outrage as a sign that people actually care about you, but that’s not a healthy way of expressing yourself or receiving attention.” 

Pacifica paused, ‘I don’t really do that, do I?’ 

“But that’s okay because I see you and understand what you need, and I promise you that it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re happier than you’ve ever been before. All you need to do is agree to a couple of rules.” 

“W-what kind of rules?” Pacifica muttered wearily, not sure if she should be afraid or excited.

“One, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it, and if you don’t follow through, I reserve the right to punish you in whatever manner I see fit. But if you meet my expectations and even exceed them, you’ll be rewarded.” 

“Is that it?” 

“No, if you choose to be a part of this dynamic, you’ll have to refer to me as Sir or something else that shows you know who's in control.” 

“What about Daddy? Would that be okay?” Pacifica asked, her voice a shameful whisper. 

“Oh, is that what you call me in your head when you’re playing with all those toys  I got you?” 

Pacifica blushed hard and her legs ground together, “Maybe I’m more open to the idea than you thought.” 

“No, I know exactly how needy you are; don’t think for a second that you can hide just how badly you want me to correct you and put you in your place.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Pacifica gasped as her entire body shuddered and crooned, hearing Ramon’s voice, “I’ll do it, I’ll let you control and fix me.” 

“Good girl, I knew you would do the right thing.” 

‘Fuck why does it feel so good when he calls me that?!’ Pacifica had to suppress a groan of pleasure as she nearly collapsed back onto her bed. “Is there anything you want me to do right now? I really want to be rewarded.”

“Nothing I can think of right now, but I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities later tonight.”  

“What does that mean?” Pacifica asked. 

“Oh, nothing, you’ll just have to find out at the pool.” 

Pacifica’s eyes widened as, with that final line, Ramon ended the call, leaving Pacifica to listen to the dial tone as her mind reeled from the shock. 

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“Well, isn’t this nostalgic?” Megan commented as she sauntered into the public pool, “I remember coming here all the time back in high school.” 

“Yeah, I think the summer of sophomore year we literally came here every day because of that heatwave,” Patty agreed with a fond smile as she looked around the pool, “Though I have to admit it’s a lot more charming at night…the lighting is really setting the mood.” 

The lighting Patty was referring to came from the bright LEDs installed along the pool walls, bathing the entire fenced-off area in an iridescent blue light that shimmered whenever the water rippled.

“You’re right, Patty, it feels like we’re in an 80’s movie; all that’s missing is the neon clothing and a bunch of cocaine.” I agreed with a small smile as I carried a large cooler in my arms. 

“Whoa, you guys made it! And you’re not even that late!” 

I paused and glanced over at Jackie, who waved at me as she walked over with a broad grin across her face, “Managed to catch all green lights, and for the record, I was right about you having style.” 

“What, this? Come on, this is nothing special,” Jackie commented as she looked down at herself. She was wearing a turquoise bikini top that matched her eyes and partially dyed hair, which was up in a ponytail. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of low-rise jean shorts that showed off the high-sitting straps of her bikini bottoms and hugged her hips nicely.  

“Okay, so maybe I have a thing for girls in daisy dukes, sue me,” I joked before hefting the cooler, “Got any place I can set this down?” 

“Yeah, right over this way, everything is set up out of the concession stand, there’s even a grill if you need it.” Jackie offered as she started walking me towards a small brick shack at the very back of the pool. 

“Yeah, I’ll be needing that, unless people want to eat raw half-frozen beef patties and sucking on hotdog Popsicles.” 

“That is one gnarly image, guess we’re all in luck then,” Jackie replied as we walked around to the side of the concession stand where she tried to open the door only for it to remain firmly shut, “Ugh, damnit the last shift must have forgotten to keep the door unlocked. I’ll have to ask Wendy for the masterkey.” 

“Whose Wendy?” I asked as I set down the cooler.

“My awesome boss, come on she’s right over there I’ll introduce you to her.”