Daddy's Sweetheart Part 2

by Burns, Rachel

  I pulled myself together before he could see how unhappy I was. He carried our ice-cream to a table and set the dishes down.

  I sat knowing that he wouldn't sit until I had. He smiled at me as he did.

  I know everyone was watching us. I wasn't sure how to act. I focused on my ice-cream. I picked up my spoon and took a bite.

  “This is really good.” It was much better than the ice-cream we had gotten at school. I took another bite.

  “Want to try some of mine?” He put a bit a ice-cream on his spoon and held it out to me.

  I felt a little unsure but then I took a bite. “Mine is better. Do you want to try?” I smiled at him.

  “Sure.” He had a huge smile on his face, reacting to my smile.

  I got him a spoonful and reached across the table to him. “That is really good fudge but I like mine better too.” I had a feeling that he was teasing me.

  “I'm surprised you have time for me today. Don't you have to hurry back to work?”

  “My replacement is there. I showed him everything pretty much already. He's up to it.”

  He looked off a bit and then focused on me again. “But I have to work all day tomorrow and on Friday. But I'll be there from then on, two weeks long. Just us. How does that sound?”

  I blushed a little. He laughed. He was already finished with his ice-cream. He looked ready to go.

  I started eating a little faster. When I was finished he took my plastic bowl and threw it away along with his.

  I got up and he took my hand again.

  He seemed to have relaxed a little. He was less worried that I would wonder off, to put it mildly.

  He opened the door of his car for me and waited until my dress and I were properly in the car and then he closed the door. He hurried around, while he kept his eye on me. He had his finger on his key ready to lock.

  I kind of felt sorry for him.

  He had a wife where he could never know if she would run away from him.

  If I wasn't that wife and knew the whole truth then I would pity him. But instead, I pitied myself.

  He brought me home and locked up our passports in his desk drawer. I stood next to his desk and waited for what would come next.

  He turned to me and stared down at me. He looked like wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the right words.

  I just looked up at him and wondered how he could be so brown when he was always working. When was he outside long enough to get a tan?

  I looked at him more closely and decided that he had been darker when we first met. This life wasn't healthy for him either. He needed to get out more.

  We both did.

  Chapter 7 Concentrate

  Brian stared down at his little wife and wondered, once again, how long this was going to last. She was like sand slipping through his fingers. He was visualizing himself holding sand in his fist. If he never relaxed then she couldn't get away.

  She was pretending to care about him. He felt it deep in his heart. That feeling brought so many secondary feelings with it.

  In one moment he wanted to beat on her and warn her not to even think about running away. In another he wanted to beg her to stay and he wanted to truly open his heart up to her.

  But he couldn't survive a refusal. Maybe if he did nothing and said nothing, she could learn to love him?

  He thought about the saying about letting love go and if it returns then it was true love. Would she come back if she didn't have to?

  Why was this all so difficult?

  Why was this feeling coming out so strongly, right now?

  It was because of that woman. Why would she hit on him, right in front of his wife?

  That wasn't really the question that was going through his mind the real problem was, why didn't Amelia care?

  He had tried to catch her eye. She just hadn't cared. In fact, she seemed to think that it was funny.

  Now she was standing in front of him looking so innocent. Was this a show?

  He longed to reach out to her, but he was so unsure. She was his wife, but was she his?

  Could he forgive someone who had done all of the things that he had done her to him?

  It didn't seem probable.

  She had the most amazing blue eyes. She was so beautiful. She had only needed one picture. She had sat down and smiled so nicely for the camera.

  Had she been able to do that because she was such an actress?

  Brian didn't want to believe that. He wanted to believe that she was thrilled to be married to him and this way of life. But that was so hard to believe because she had married him out of desperation. It had been either him or a life on the streets.

  She was too good to be true. No one would love someone who treated them as badly as he had her. She had already asked him if he could stop.

  That was a good question. The truth was no, he couldn't. Maybe if he loved her more? He didn't really know this stranger standing in front of him.

  “I have to pack.”

  “Okay, Daddy. Should I help you?”

  “No, you don't have to do that. Just keep me company.”

  ***

  I sat on the bed watching him pack. His bed was so high that my feet couldn't touch the floor, they dangled, making me feel like a little girls.

  He carefully and expertly laid everything in his suitcases. He was completely concentrated and I was quiet. When we came home he changed me into my normal clothes. I was as cute as could be again.

  “Here Amelia, catch.” He threw a couple of pairs of socks at me. I caught a pair and the other fell on the floor. I picked it up and laid them in his suitcase, in what I hoped was, the way he wanted them.

  He was quickly finished. He closed his suitcases up and set them out in the hall.

  He closed and locked the door. He came back to me and stood right in front of me again. He wanted me now. I was afraid. He hadn't in a while. It had been days. Since before the warning spanking.

  “Stand up, sweetheart.”

  I did as I was told.

  He smiled at me and pet my cheek for a bit. “Turn around, sweetheart.”

  I did and I moved my hair to the side so he could open my dress.

  He removed it and I stepped out so he could lay it down somewhere nice. He came back to me and turned me so he could open the buttons on my blouse. My buttons were shaped like flowers. He laid it over his arm and then he reached around me and unhooked my bra. He laid that over his arm too.

  I stood there in my underwear, knee high socks and shoes.

  He was smiling like he had won in the lottery.

  He removed my underwear then and set everything aside. “Turn around, sweetheart.”

  Again, I did as I was told.

  “Put your hands on the bed.”

  I was trying really hard not to shake, but something about the way he was talking to me scared me.

  Was he going to hit me again? Maybe as a warning for something to come?

  My hands sank into the blankets. He stuck a finger into me. I was too scared to be ready for him. He moved his hand around to my front and massaged me.

  After a bit he tested me again. He still wasn't satisfied. I tried to concentrate on getting ready for him.

  This was going to cause problems.

  He massaged me for a bit and tested again.

  “What's wrong, sweetheart?” he sighed.

  “I guess, I'm worried about flying. I never have before.”

  He made a snort-like laugh. He slapped my bottom then.

  I jumped totally surprised and mad at myself. I should have expected it, especially in this position.

  He brought his hand down again in a stinging slap. “Are you concentrated on here and now?” His finger probed inside again.

  I could no longer hide my shaking.

  “One more ought to do it.” His hand came down again. I could feel myself getting wet for him.

  I had tried to tense up, but it was hard to do with my feet so far apart. I had t
ears in my eyes and he drove into me from behind. He thrust again and again, harder and harder.

  I didn't want to enjoy it but somehow my body had responded to his against my will. I was breathing hard and panting even. The blood was rushing to my head because of my odd position.

  His body was smacking into mine. He had both his hands on my hips holding me place. He had found his rhythm.

  I forgot my fears and thought only of the pleasure. He reached his climax and wrapped his arms around my middle and kissed my shoulder and then pulled out of me, leaving me still wanting.

  I wasn't sure what I wanted as I watched him go into the bathroom. I felt I needed to have a good cry.

  I wanted to be hugged and held.

  “Amelia come here,” he called out strictly.

  I went.

  Daddy was letting water into the bathtub. He was something to see when he was naked. I was back to wondering about his skin color. He was brown everywhere, just in some places more that in others.

  He turned. I had been caught looking at him. I was blushing at him.

  “I want to apologize for that woman. We played together when we were children. We go way back, but we never had a – relationship.”

  “I know, Daddy. You just love me. You said so lots of times.” I was back to looking in his eyes.

  He looked moved by my words but I could see the doubt in them, too. He didn't believe me.

  I hung my head. Shouldn't he have said that I was right? I wished I wasn't so insecure. Maybe if I had a different personality this would all work out better?

  Maybe if I were more outgoing he would see that he didn't need to hold my leash so close and so tight?

  I looked back up and he was gone. I turned around and saw that I was all alone in the room. My first worry was that he had gone off to get the whip again. When I had turned around to look for I had clearly seen the marks on my back in the mirror. Green and blue bruises, that is what the doll had gotten me.

  He came back in with one of my pink towels. He laid it down on the chair before he took hold of my hand and brought me over to the tub.

  “Watch your step it's slippery. We don't want you to get hurt before we leave.”

  I carefully lifted my foot off of the floor and stepped in.

  Daddy got in behind me and then we sat down. I was getting a strong feeling that he regretted marrying me.

  Me, in particular. I wasn't what he had hoped for. I was disappointing him and I had a feeling that he was toughing it out with me.

  He was definitely one of those, 'what you start, you finish' people.

  Chapter 8 Overhearing The Servants

  Brian felt that he really hadn't thought this through the whole way. This was just too risky. What had he been thinking? He was worried.

  Would this backfire?

  He had wanted to give her everything that a normal girl got. A normal girl got married and had a honeymoon. He wanted her to have the memories.

  First when they both walked back in through the front door of this house, would he know, if the trip had been successful.

  He had a lot to do, but then he just wanted to spend time with her. He had a couple of things planned that he hoped she would like. He just had to think positively. This was going to work.

  What if she starting in saying that she didn't want to go with him, to the people at the airport?

  He laid in bed next to her sleeping form, picturing airport security arresting him.

  An airport was an idea place to get away from someone. She could just turn around and take off running.

  He pictured her getting into a cab and telling the cab driver her name and that she wanted to go to a divorce lawyer.

  Just the mention of his name, would tell the lawyer that he would get paid well.

  He couldn't let anything like that happen.

  The warning spanking had worked last time. He hoped that it would again. He would make an impression on her backside with a sound spanking. That would hurt a couple of days. Every time she sat she would be reminded that he was a strict daddy, who demanded obedience.

  By the time she wasn't sore anymore, he would have time for her. Then he would keep her so busy with his surprises, that she wouldn't want to leave him.

  This trip could even bring them closer together if he played his cards right.

  ***

  He had been right I didn't see him much the next two days.

  Nanny even brought me to bed both nights except that on Friday night he came and got me, carrying me half asleep over to his bed. He started right in undressing me and making love to me.

  The next morning he woke me up the same way. After a short break we made love once again. Once he was finished I laid sated and happy in his arms.

  He was kissing my cheek and stroking it with a finger. He smiled at me with so much love, that my heart melted as I smiled back at him.

  Today was the start of our honeymoon. Just the two of us. I sighed and moved closer to him.

  I had cried and clung to Nanny last night as I said goodbye. Having only two people in your life makes one very dependent on them.

  Nanny had had tears in her eyes too. She said she would miss me.

  Daddy let go of me and sat up. “Come here, Amelia.”

  I went and wrapped my arms around his shoulder. I laid my head on his arm. “Yes, Daddy?”

  He reached back and grabbed my arm, pulling me over his lap. He started in with very hard smacks. He held my right hand high behind my back. He was even gaining momentum.

  Why hadn't I seen this coming?

  I was sobbing heart broken over his knees. I had been so good lately. I hadn't done anything to deserve this. My sobs were choking me. The smacks kept coming. Air was trapped in my throat, neither going in or coming out.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was getting a lot better at not screaming. But that didn't help me one way or the other.

  My bottom was already on fire, but he probably would go on for a while. I already laid limp over his lap, only the shaking continued. I was using my nose to get a little bit of air in and out.

  He wasn't scolding at all. I was getting a major warning spanking.

  He raised his right leg up high on a little step stool that he kept under his bed for this purpose.

  “No Daddy, please no. I'll be good,” I begged as he was adjusting our position. In this position it hurt the worst. He would be aiming for that low spot where my bottom turned into thighs.

  It was also the spot that took all the pressure when I sat down.

  He ignored me and gave me thirty hard swats there too.

  He pulled me to his chest then. It was over. I had survived it. I leaned into him crying. I was a wreck.

  “You know that that was a warning spanking, don't you?”

  I nodded unable to speak.

  “You will have to be on your best behavior, the entire trip. Please, don't make the mistake of thinking that, just because this is our honeymoon that you will be able to get away with anything. I will spank you wherever, and whenever you need it. Do you understand?” He was holding me close to his heart, but the words coming out of him were so heartless.

  “I understand, Daddy.” The pain in my chest just wasn't going away. It burned, and it was hindering my ability to stop crying. The tears just wouldn't stop.

  Why was I taking this so personally? I knew I hadn't done anything wrong.

  Why was I letting this get to me? He was the one with the problem, not me.

  He just had a way of making his problems become my problems.

  He pushed me to the side and went into the bathroom. “Amelia don't dawdle, we have a big day ahead of us.”

  I laid back down on the bed. I just needed a moment. I didn't have the strength to get up just now. I sobbed into his pillow. I was still shocked at how quickly he had gone from loving me to hurting me.

  I felt his arms reaching under me and picking me up. “Come on, sleepy head. Time to get
ready for our big day.”

  Did he really not know what he had done to me? Was he pretending, or was he purposely being cruel?

  He carried me into his shower, careful not to let the cold water hit me. He held his hand under the water and it poured far away from me.

  When he judged it to be warm enough, he moved me under the water and got my hair wet. He stood in front of me and massaged the shampoo into my hair.

  He was pressing up against me. He washed the shampoo out, as always very careful not to get any shampoo in my eyes. He got out my conditioner. It was some very expensive kind that made my hair as soft as silk. He twisted my hair unto the top of my head. He was very strict about letting in sink in the recommended three minutes.

  He soaped me up in that time. He was getting hard again. I concentrated on the warm water. The water that hit my bottom hurt. One would think that it would put out the fire, but the opposite was true.

  I didn't want to start a fight with my shaking.

  What was I thinking, we never fought.

  He got mad, I got hit end of the story. There was no fight there.

  I asked myself what I was worried about.

  I was worried that I would shake in fear and he would pretend not to see it.

  I hated it when he did that. It scared me so much. It was worse than his little girl tick. It made me really worry about his mental health.

  If he had problems reading my body language like that, then he would also have problems knowing when to stop.

  He would probably kill me one day. That thought made me so terribly sad.

  He was positioning me so I was turned away from him. We had already made love twice this morning, so he easily entered me.

  My hands flew to the wall to support myself. I was turned away from him so I felt safe to cry. He enjoyed himself, grabbing onto both my breasts as he thrust into me again and again. I was too hurt to give myself over to the pleasure of it. My backside was just too sore. My feelings just too hurt.