A Small Disobedience

I've always prided myself on being a good Daddy to my little girl. We have our rules and routines, designed to make her feel safe and loved within the boundaries we set together as consenting adults. Last night, though, I slipped up. She'd been having a rough day at work and I wanted to comfort her in any way I could. One of our rules is that she's not allowed sweets late at night because it can disrupt her sleep patterns. But, unable to resist the desire to spoil her when she needed it most, I broke my own rule. I brought home ice cream for both of us, knowing full well what a treat it was. She smiled and thanked me, but as she curled up next to me with our sweet reward, I couldn't help feeling that weighty sense of guilt settling in my chest again. It wasn't about the act itself, it's never been sexual or even particularly kink-related in this context, but about breaking trust for her sake. It made me sad and lonely thinking about how much she trusts me to uphold our rules and keep us on track, yet here I was bending them without a second thought.