She clenches her cheeks tighter. “I don’t think I like to be touched there, Daddy.”
I ease my finger away and palm her bottom, holding her down. “You will, sweetie. You’ll learn to like it. It feels odd at first, but when you get used to having my fingers up inside your little bottom, you’ll find out what you’re missing.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry about it now. Focus on your clit, sweetie.” I circle it again and then gather more wetness and rub the little nub rapidly.
She squirms, trying to escape my grip, but she can’t move an inch with my hand on her bottom.
I rub faster, pressing harder. I know this orgasm is going to be quick, but we don’t have time for more, and I desperately want to feel her come apart for me before I leave the house.
She draws in on herself, her bent arms pulling tighter against her until she lifts her cheek off the pillow and stiffens. Even her little bottom tightens when she reaches the peak. And then she starts to shudder as her orgasm consumes her. Surprising noises come from her mouth as she moans louder through the waves of pleasure.
I keep rubbing her clit, easing off as the waves subside. When I finally remove my hand, she’s panting. I roll her to her back as if she’s a rag doll and then I pull her toward me and gather her onto my lap. She’s gasping for air as she curls up against my chest. I love that her bottom is bare and resting on my thighs. I wish I weren’t wearing jeans.
We sit like this for several minutes while I wait for her to come back to herself and finally I tip her head back and meet her gaze. “Good morning, sweetie.”
She smiles at me, blushing. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“It’s time to get up and get dressed. Daddy has to leave for a while this morning.”
She pouts adorably.
“I won’t be gone long. A few hours at the most. And…” I brush her hair away from her face, holding her gaze. I’m not sure how she’s going to react to this next part. “One of the guys I work with is coming over to babysit you while I’m gone.”
Her eyes widen.
I tap her nose. “Adult Britney needs a guard to keep her safe. Little Britney is too young to stay alone.”
She swallows. “But I don’t know him.” Her lip trembles.
“You will, sweetie. He’s a good guy and a friend. You’ll like him.” I ease Bunny out of her hands, set her on the bed, lift Britney off my lap, and set her on her feet. I spin her around and pat her bottom. “Go use the bathroom, sweetie, while I find some clothes for you.”
Her shoulders droop as she walks across the room slowly. She shuts the door with a soft snick, and I rise to choose a dress for her. When the bathroom door opens, she comes back into the room, her head down, reluctance and dread in her step.
I expected this, and now I’m thinking it might work in my favor. She has to trust me, and she has to obey me. There’s a good chance my palm is going to end up on her bottom before Spike arrives.
“Arms up,” I say when she reaches me. I pull her nightgown over her head and set it on the bed before squatting in front of her so she can step into her panties. I tug them over her bottom and reach for her dress.
She lifts her arms again, and as soon as I have the material in place, I know I’ve chosen well. The dress is a thin white cotton. Though it is a larger size than a toddler would wear, it is still cut for a child. The front is flat across her chest and the skirt hangs loosely from below her breasts to just past her bottom. There are small pink and purple roses scattered on the material. The sleeves are short and fitted against her biceps.
It’s very youthful, and I can see not only the pucker of her nipples but the pink shading of her areolas too.
When she looks down at her chest, she shivers, and my cock jumps to attention.
I stand from the edge of the bed. “Let’s fix your hair, sweetie.” I pad to the bathroom, and she follows me, but there is no pep in her step. She’s nervous. I’ll set her mind at ease soon, but for now, I decide to let her nerves settle.
I brush out her hair, reminding myself this is going to take time each day. I don’t want to tug on her scalp, so I have to work carefully from the bottom up. When it’s smooth, I part it down the middle and then grab one side and gather it high on her head above her ear.
She winces a few times as I secure the pigtail with a band. “Sorry, sweet girl. I’m trying to be careful.” I switch to the other side next, and soon she has two very cute pigtails. It’s the first time I’ve seen her without her hair down. I find two ribbons and tie them into bows on top of her head and then point her toward the mirror. “What do you think? Did I do okay?”
She offers me a slight smile. “You did good, Sir.” She reaches up to touch one of them and runs her hand down the length. “I’ve never had pigtails.”
“With all this hair? How is that possible?”
She shrugs. “No one bothered to fix my hair when I was little, and by the time it had grown out long enough to style, I was reluctant to let anyone touch my head at all. I sometimes had nightmares for years about having my hair all cut off.”
I turn her around and pull her against my chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I can’t even imagine how traumatic that was.” I tip her head back. “Your hair is gorgeous, and I’ll never ask you to cut it. If you ever want to see a stylist, you’ll have to tell me.”
She nods and smiles broader. “Thank you.”
Breakfast is quiet. I swing her onto her stool, but she says very little. She also picks at her food, wiggling in her seat.
“Eat your breakfast, sweetie, before it gets cold. My friend will be here in about fifteen minutes. I need to leave, and I want you to be done eating.”
She pushes the plate away and covers her face with her hands.
“Britney…” I warn.
She ducks her head lower. “I don’t want a babysitter.”
“I know you’re nervous about meeting someone new, sweetie, but little girls can’t stay home alone. It’s not safe. I’m going to go finish getting ready. When I come back, I expect your breakfast to be gone. Understood?”
She humphs and crosses her arms.
I’m fighting a chuckle as I leave her, knowing I’m going to come back to a full plate and a little girl who needs her first punishment.
Sure enough, five minutes later, I’m back, and she has not moved.
I lift her to the floor and then walk toward the living room while I speak over my shoulder. “Come.”
She drags her feet getting to me. I’m sitting on the couch, hands on my lap, before she’s even halfway across the floor.
“Britney,” I say in a firm voice, “come over here now.”
She sucks in a breath and moves slightly faster. When she reaches me, I wrap one arm around to the small of her back and pull her closer, the other hand going to her chin to lift her face. Tears are gleaming in the corners of her eyes.
I wipe them away and then meet her gaze. “I told you I’m a strict Daddy. My rules are for your safety and protection because I care about you. When you misbehave, you will be disciplined. I’m going to spank you now, and then you’re going to stand in the corner until Master Brett arrives.”
She shivers. “Master Brett is your friend?”
“Yes. He’s also a Daddy Dom. You have to trust me, sweetie. Trust that when I expose you to other people, I have good reasons. I would never put you in a position that would intentionally embarrass you. Master Brett has had several littles. He’s familiar with our lifestyle. Nothing about your little space is going to shock him. He’s coming to keep you safe, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’ll be good. Do you have to spank me?”
“Yes, sweetie. I need you to understand that I will always be firm. When I say to do something, I mean it. If you’re disobedient, you will be punished. It’s the only way you’ll learn. Little girls need strict boundari
es. I don’t like having to spank you, sweetie, but I will every time you misbehave.”
She’s trembling as I bring her to one side and then lower her over my lap. I let her fold her arms up against her chest, and then push her dress up her back and pull her panties down to her knees.
She’s breathing heavily. “I don’t want to be spanked, Daddy,” she murmurs. I’m impressed that she isn’t physically fighting me though. A part of her has been waiting for this for days. She’s intrigued even though she’s nervous.
I palm her bottom and set my other hand on the small of her back to hold her steady. She’s whimpering as I lift my hand and swat her cheeks. I’m not aiming for pain this time. It’s her first spanking. I’m going to leave her bottom a lovely shade of pink, but I’m aiming for the lower swell of her little cheeks where they meet her thighs, knowing she will feel the vibrations in her pussy.
As I spank her five more times, she draws her knees toward my thighs and squeezes them together. That’s enough for her first time, and I rub the sting away for a few moments before standing her up on wobbly legs. I reach down and pull her panties up next and then meet her gaze.
I wipe away the tears. “See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want you to spank me again.”
I smile at her and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Spanking is a part of life, sweetie. No one is good all the time. You’ll have bad days and misbehave. That spanking was pretty gentle, sweetie, for your first time. Sometimes I’ll be firmer with you.”
She’s shifts her weight back and forth, squeezing her thighs together.
I don’t comment on what she’s feeling as I rise and set my hand at the nape of her neck to guide her to the corner of the kitchen. I angle her so that she’s facing the wall and set her forehead against the surface.
My hand slides down her back until I reach her warm bottom. “Part your legs, sweetie.”
She sucks in a breath as she spreads her feet a few inches.
“Wider, Britney.”
She steps out farther this time, and I slide my hand down her bottom and then reach between her legs. She gasps when I palm her pussy and press her panties against her wetness. I stroke a finger over her clit and then remove my hand.
She’s whimpering. Her little body is shaking.
I set my hand on the back of her head and stroke her gently. “I know you’re confused, but here’s the thing about spankings, they usually end in intense arousal. That’s why you’ll stand in timeout afterward. You won’t be permitted to come after I spank you, even though your pussy will be pulsing and wet. I know it’s frustrating. You’ll stand here until your arousal subsides, legs parted to keep from rubbing your clit between them.”
Goosebumps rise on her arms, and she continues to whimper.
I release her and step back. “I’ll let you know when you’re permitted to move.”
I head for the kitchen and begin cleaning up, leaving her breakfast on the island. I’m betting she’ll decide to eat it after she gets out of time-out.
Ten minutes later, there is a knock at the front door. I return to Britney and smooth my hand up her back. “Your punishment is over, sweetie. Come meet Master Brett.”
She lets out a little sob as she turns around. Her lip is trembling. “I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy.”
“You weren’t bad, sweetie. You just made a poor choice. That’s all. You’re still my good girl.” I cup her face and then take her hand and lead her to the front door.
She stands behind me, holding onto my arm as I open the door.
Spike is standing there, his huge, imposing body dressed all in black, hands on his hips, a smile on his face. “Morning,” he says as he steps inside. He leans around me. “You must be Britney. I’ve heard so much about you.”
She ducks farther behind me as if she’s shy. Hell, maybe she is shy in her normal skin. I wrap an arm around and pull her to my front, flattening my palm between her breasts. “Britney, this is Master Brett. He’s going to stay with you this morning while I’m gone. Can you say hello?”
“Hello,” she whispers.
I lift my gaze to find Spike smiling at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He’s had enough littles to know how they can be when they’re new to the lifestyle. “Don’t you worry. Britney and I will be just fine while you’re gone.”
I spin Britney around and lift her chin. “I won’t be long. You can do some research on your computer, color, play with your doll, whatever you want, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Be a good girl for Master Brett while I’m gone.”
“Yes, Sir. Can I go to my room, Sir?”
“Yes.” I pat her bottom as she turns and rushes from the room. A moment later, her door shuts. I sigh as I meet Spike’s knowing gaze. “I hope I’m not making a mistake.”
“You didn’t have much of a choice. You have things to do and you can’t leave her here alone.”
I nod slowly. “She’s so new to the lifestyle. I’m sure she’s embarrassed.”
“Understandable. I’ll try to lure her out, but I won’t pressure her. She needs time. From what you’ve told me, she needs a lot of time.”
“Yeah. I hope I can find an abundance of patience.”
Spike clasps me on the shoulder. “I know you can. You don’t have an option.”
He’s right. “Oh, her breakfast is still on the island if she wants it. If not, she’ll be hungry soon.”
“Let me guess, she spent breakfast standing in the corner.”
I nod. “With a sore bottom.”
He chuckles. “She’ll learn.”
I leave knowing that my hands were tied this morning. I have to meet with Lazinski, and there was no way I could leave Britney unprotected. Granted, I could have let her assume an adult role for the morning, but I didn’t think breaking out of her little space was a good idea. Besides, Spike is well-versed in age play, and she needs to learn to trust my judgment.
Chapter 22
Britney
I grab Bunny and then wander around in my bedroom for several minutes, listening as the garage opens and then Davis’s SUV pulls out. I hate that he’s left, but I don’t want to be a brat. He has to work. He can’t stay home with me all day every day. It’s not realistic.
When he told me Master Brett would be babysitting me, my stomach dropped. I’m not ready to share this side of me with someone else. Am I?
Master Brett seemed nice. Very nice. If I’d given him a chance, I’m sure I would have liked him. But I felt awkward and embarrassed, partly because I’m in my little space and partly because I’m still reeling from my first spanking and timeout.
My bottom is heated even now, but the sting from his swats had a stronger effect on my pussy than my butt cheeks. I was extremely aroused. That’s confusing. Davis said it’s normal, expected even. I can’t wrap my head around it. When I open my computer next time, I will look up the effects of spanking on littles.
A soft knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Britney, honey, do you want to watch cartoons?”
I stiffen. Cartoons? I haven’t seen cartoons since I was like five, and at the time I lived with older boys. They always picked stupid ones.
I find the strength to pad over to the door and open it. Daddy will be proud of me if I’m polite to his friend. I peek out, but keep my gaze downcast. “I guess,” I murmur.
He claps his hands together. “Great. Come on in the living room. I’ll see what I can find.”
I follow him, my arms crossed over my chest, Bunny squeezed against me, covering my nipples. I’m more embarrassed by my nipples than my stuffed animal, so I bring her along.
Master Brett flips through the channels on the television while I climb into the corner of the couch. I’m excited. I haven’t had a tv for a long time, and I can’t remember ever making my own selection. At every home I lived in, there were always several people far higher up the household totem pole as far as choos
ing the channel.
“How about this one?” Master Brett glances over his shoulder at me, and I nod. It looks cute.
He sets the remote down on the coffee table. “Master Davis said you didn’t finish your breakfast. Do you want it now?”
I shake my head. “No thank you, Sir.”
“How about some milk?”
“Okay.”
He smiles and heads back to the kitchen. He’s nice. Davis was right. I have no reason to be impolite to him. He’s just trying to help.
A few minutes later, he returns and holds out a cup. It’s one of my pink plastic cups only now it has a lid on it. I swallow my nerves as I take it from him. I’m thirsty, and I didn’t have breakfast. It feels weird drinking from a sippy cup, but I do it anyway. At least it won’t spill.
Master Brett cleans up the kitchen and then settles at the table with his laptop. I glance at him out of my peripheral vision from time to time.
The cartoon is funny, and I get lured in.
Eventually, I finish my milk and set the cup on the floor. I pull my knees up under me and lean against the arm of the couch, hugging Bunny. I’m not sure how long I stay awake but the next thing I know voices pull me out of my sleep and I look up to find Davis walking back into the house.
I’m so relieved and excited that I sit up too fast and get a head rush.
Davis leans over me and cups my chin before kissing my forehead. “Did you have a nap, sweetie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I bet you were tired after your stressful morning.”
I flush. He’s right.
“Was she good for you?” he asks Master Brett.
“A perfect angel.” He shoots me one of his huge smiles and winks. “I gotta go, honey. See you next time.”
“Thank you for staying with me, Sir.” I’m proud of myself for thinking of being polite.
When he’s gone, Davis scoops me up and sits in my spot, holding me in his lap. He leans me back so that my head is once again on the arm of the couch, and I’m looking up at him.
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