Amaya's Old-Fashioned Daddy

by Dark Angel

  The scene he was describing was strangely hot, making Amaya ache despite her inner horror that he would describe such a thing so crudely and blatantly. Such stark words would never be said on Vericat.

  Papa gathered Amaya’s hair up in one hand, holding it at the back of her head and using it to begin driving her mouth further up and down on his cock, pushing more and more of his length into her throat. She stiffened for just a moment, instinctively, before the fat head of his cock pushed past where her gag reflex used to be.

  “Maybe one day I’ll allow her to call a maid in here, rather than leaving the room,” Papa said, his eyes trained on Amaya’s face, watching every flicker of change in her expression. “If you do very, very well on your lessons, and I’ll take you from behind while we watch Nanny Quinn receive her pleasure.”

  Something inside of Amaya tightened, making her shudder. She wished it was a shudder of revulsion, but she knew it wasn’t. Being here, being Papa’s little girl, it was changing her. She liked the explicit talk, liked the taboo, was even starting to like the plug in her bottom, and apparently some part of her liked being spanked even if the rest of her hated it.

  Her pussy was empty and aching between her legs, but she didn’t try to reach for it. There was no way her burnished cheeks could handle another spanking.

  ******

  Amaya’s big, dark eyes were wide with shock as Grant described what was definitely a fantasy for him. One that he intended to make happen eventually. It was all part and parcel of corrupting Amaya’s innocence, and he loved the blush that rose in her cheeks as she pictured it. She leaned into him, her nipples brushing against his legs, her hands tightening on his thighs as she sucked him harder, and Grant groaned with pleasure.

  Her mouth was hot silk around his cock, sliding up and down the thick length, her lips stretched and sealed over his flesh. Grant fisted her hair and pressed her down further than she was going on her own. If she’d had a gag reflex, she’d be choking - as it was, she still was hesitant about taking his full length, something that she was going to have to get over.

  There was no mistaking her arousal as he pushed her head down on his cock, and he realized that she was getting off on having him push her past her own self-imposed limits. It was a kind of test for him, and she was aroused when he didn’t let her get away with it. Such a good little girl.

  Groaning, he let himself loose, pulling her up and down on his cock, fucking her throat and face the way he wanted to fuck her pussy. She made sputtering sounds, humming and moaning around his cock as he used her hair like a handle. With every thrust into her mouth, her throat tightened and vibrated around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs as he held her down against his groin for longer and longer periods of time. She gasped for breath through her nose every time he pulled her back up before forcing her down again.

  Her breasts jiggled, her reddened nipples rubbing against his legs, and he wished he had a mirror, so that he could see the hot cheeks of her ass as well. A view from both the front and the back would be incredible.

  Even the thought was enough to set him off and he pulled her hard against him, shoving his cock down her throat and holding her in place as he sent jet after jet of hot cum shooting down her throat. She whined around his thick length, the vibrations making his eyes roll back into his head as the pleasure drained him.

  Grant kept her suckling at his cock until it had softened inside her mouth.

  When he put her down for a nap, she didn’t even protest. She just hugged her teddy bear and listened to the story he read, eyelids drooping quickly.

  Putting the book down, he looked down at his little girl, all soft and sleeping. The lacy white nightgown he’d put her in made her tan skin seem to glow, setting off her dark hair. Her long limbs were already tangled in the blankets of her crib, her nightgown riding up to show off her legs. Grant lifted it a little further so that he could admire her red swollen bottom. It didn’t surprise him that she wasn’t sleeping on her back.

  For a while he sat and watched her sleep, just enjoying finally having his own little to care for. To punish and protect. Seeing her sleeping there in the crib was a fantasy realized, and his cock began to swell again. But her needs came first, and she certainly needed her sleep.

  Setting an alarm on his watch, he reluctantly went back to work. He’d let her sleep for another half hour and then wake her up so they could play a bit before dinner.

  ******

  The first week of Amaya’s life with her new Papa was one of settling into a new routine. Some parts of it she liked, some parts of it she had a bit of trouble with.

  Every morning she was awoken by Nanny Quinn, given an enema and filled with a plug. For the first few mornings, she also received a spanking because she continued to protest, wheedle, and otherwise try to deter the woman. After that first morning, Papa didn’t show up again, which disappointed her somewhat. After the enema, plugging, and dressing was breakfast, and Papa always joined her there. He was up early every morning for work, but made time for the morning meal with his little girl.

  After breakfast came lessons, a bit of playtime, and lunch, before Nanny Quinn and Papa quizzed her on her lessons together. Amaya never did quite as badly as she had that first day, but she never managed to go without getting her double spanking either. Papa and Nanny were diabolical with how they distracted her. Sometimes Papa played with her nipples, sometimes he clamped them and played with her pussy or the plug in her ass instead. Once he sat her on his lap, facing away from him and played with her pussy. Instead of receiving a spanking for every wrong answer, Nanny Quinn used a crop on Amaya’s breasts.

  After her quiz she would suck her Papa’s cock until she swallowed his cum and then he’d put her down for a nap. Some days it was easier to fall asleep than others. She was always tired, but some days she was more sexually frustrated.

  The first day that she got more than ninety percent of the questions correct, he laid her out on his desk and licked her pussy until she screamed her orgasm. After which he put her on her knees on the floor and fucked her face until he shot his load down her throat.

  Amaya hadn’t realized that her new life would involve so much cum-swallowing, but she found herself craving it. She liked the way her Papa would use her for his pleasure, loved the feel of his hands in her hair, pushing her mouth up and down on his cock. The smell and taste of him was addictive. But she much preferred it when she received her pleasure too.

  After her nap, Papa would play with her. Whatever she wanted to do, whether it was coloring, story-time, watching a vid, playing with her dollhouse, or even having a tea party, he would indulge her. Dressing him up in a pretty pink scarf and having him sit down to sip imaginary tea with her and her stuffed animals and dolls had definitely been the highlight of her week. She couldn’t remember any time in her real childhood where her parents had played with her or she’d had such fun.

  Dinner was always eaten with Papa, sometimes also with Nanny and sometimes with both Nanny and her husband. Following dinner, Amaya would get her bath and then sometimes Papa had to work and Nanny would play with Amaya, sometimes Papa was able to play with Amaya himself. Unlike the afternoons, however, they did what Papa wanted to do. Sometimes they would listen to Nanny play the piano while Papa stroked and caressed Amaya until she thought she would go mad with need, always denying her the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Sometimes they’d dance, instead, Amaya standing on her Papa’s feet as he moved them along to the music. Sometimes he’d take Amaya straight up to his bedroom, tie her to his bed, and do what he pleased with her. Every night ended the same way - with Amaya impaled on his hard cock until they were both limp and satiated.

  During the weekend, things were very much the same except that her morning was much more like her afternoon. Papa took her out to play on the estate grounds and walk in the garden, he even had a swing set up that he could push her on. Nanny Quinn carried along a picnic lunch so they could eat outside. Amaya earne
d herself a small spanking when she didn’t stop her play immediately once lunch was ready, but otherwise was a perfect little angel. She was enjoying her second childhood, and her time with her Papa, far too much to misbehave. Amaya would much rather play than be punished.

  By the end of her second week, Amaya’s routine was well established. She no longer fought her morning enemas - in fact, she’d started to find them rather soothing. While she did get a spanking the day that Nanny increased the size of plug she inserted into Amaya’s anus, she was otherwise perfectly well behaved about it. A slight sense of shame still permeated her, but it excited her as well, whenever Nanny or Papa paid attention to that area. She also couldn’t deny that it felt good.

  Unfortunately, such a honeymoon period couldn’t last forever.

  Chapter 8

  “We’re going to have a party tomorrow night, Amaya,” Papa said Friday morning over breakfast. He smiled at her as he sipped his coffee. “I’d like you to meet some of my friends.”

  Amaya stilled, her fork buried in her eggs. “A party?”

  “Yes. I have a special dress for you and everything. And there will be other little boys and girls for you to play with.”

  Pushing her eggs around, Amaya frowned down at her plate, a small knot of tension wrapping around the inside of her stomach. Although she could hear her Papa’s pleasure at the thought, parties did not bring up any particularly good memories for her. Even as a child, she’d been expected to attend her parents’ parties and put on a ‘good show’ for their ‘friends’ - who were really investors or business partners that they wanted to impress. Parties involved getting dressed up, acting like the perfect daughter, and being critiqued both before and after the guests left.

  “Princess, look at me.” She looked up to see her Papa with a very stern expression on his face. “I want you to be on your best behavior tomorrow night, alright?”

  “Yes, Papa,” she murmured, resentment bubbling up inside of her. Her shoulders hunched inwards. On her best behavior, just like her parents had always expected her to be. A doll, to show off and then put away. Her lower lip pouted out as she pushed her eggs around some more.

  ******

  Frowning, Grant caught Nanny Quinn’s eye, but she shook her head, looking just as puzzled as he was by Amaya’s sudden change in behavior. For the past two weeks she’d been sunny and mostly cooperative. He’d been proud of how quickly she’d adjusted to life as a little. The household was totally taken with her, all the way from Nanny Quinn and her husband down to the lowliest housemaid - who had been spanked just the other day for sneaking Amaya a sweetie. Of course Mary was often doing whatever she could to be spanked. She was one of the wealthiest women on Victoria, but she preferred to occupy the lowest positions where anyone could discipline or ‘take advantage’ of her. Grant was always amused by Mary stories, although he would never share any of them with Amaya. No need to give his little girl ideas of misbehavior.

  Especially not now when she looked so displeased. Grant studied her face, seeing her resentment and the slight hint of anger. While he’d expected some kind of reaction to the break in their new routine, this certainly wasn’t it. He supposed he could have waited, but he missed seeing his friends and he thought it would be good for Amaya to meet some of the other littles and make some friends as well. Since they were all living the same lifestyle, she should have some friends that were her “age.”

  Perhaps she was resentful that a party would impinge on their time together? Grant vaguely remembered his friend Timothy going through a similar issue with his little boy, James. James was very possessive and also very clingy. Although Grant wouldn’t have called Amaya clingy - she could actually be quite independent - she did seem to enjoy his company more and more with every passing day. He certainly enjoyed hers. In fact, he was already more than halfway in love with his little girl, so he didn’t like to see her unhappy, but she was going to have to get used to socializing.

  “Are you going to eat any more of your eggs?” he asked.

  Amaya let the fork clatter onto the plate and slumped back in her seat. “No, I’m done.”

  “Sit up straight Amaya, and answer your Papa more politely unless you want a spanking before your morning lesson,” Nanny Quinn said sternly, a glint in her eye.

  Still pouting, Amaya pushed herself up out of the slouch. “Sorry Papa.”

  It didn’t totally sound sincere, but in light of her obvious discontent, Grant let it slide for once. He was glad that he’d given her the warning about the party, so that she had more time to accustom herself to the idea. She obviously needed it.

  ******

  The rest of the day, Amaya was noticeably distracted. She earned more spankings during her lesson than she had since her first day, but even her Papa’s disappointment didn’t seem to impinge on her, causing Grant to share a worried look with Nanny. During his play time with Amaya, he showed her the dress she’d be wearing during the party.

  It was a frothy concoction of pink and yellow ruffles for a skirt that would puff out and cover her past her knees - one of the only dresses that she would own which would do so - and delicate embroidery across the bodice. He’d even gotten her a little crown she could wear.

  “See, princess?” he said encouragingly as she practically clung to his side, looking at the dress with an almost blank expression. Definitely not the reaction he’d been hoping for, since he’d had the dress specifically made to her tastes. “You’re going to look darling. I’m going to be the envy of my friends.”

  To his astonishment, Amaya broke away from him and ran over to her bed, crawling onto it and hugging her teddy bear. “I don’t want to go!”

  Grant frowned. “Why not, princess?”

  She was utterly adorable in her little navy and white sailor outfit, complete with bib, the short skirt already riding up to show off her tanned legs, and her hair in two long braids. The pout on her face did little to take away from that picture. But no matter how cute she was when she was sulking, Grant was becoming seriously concerned. This behavior was not like the Amaya he knew at all. Even when she’d first come to Hebe and realized things were not going to be quite what she thought, she’d been defiant, not pouty.

  “I don’t feel good.” She hugged Teddy closer to her chest. “I think I’m sick.”

  It was all he could do not to smile. He recognized a lying little girl when he saw one, didn’t meant her actual age.

  “I see,” he said seriously, indulging her for the moment. “What is wrong?”

  She hesitated and he knew she was thinking about what she could say. It would be obvious that she wasn’t running a fever, and it wasn’t like she could start faking a cough or the sniffles now.

  “My tummy,” she said after a moment. “My tummy is sick.”

  If she’d really been ill, Grant would have pampered the hell out of her. As it was, he was going to enjoy showing her that faking sick could be just as unpleasant as actually being sick.

  “How is it sick, baby?” he asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. He placed his hand on her hip. “Your daily enema keeps you from being blocked and you definitely don’t have diarrhea.”

  The bright pink that suffused her cheeks was amusing to him. Did she think that he would have any trouble talking about her bodily functions? Sometimes the prudishness of her Vericat upbringing astounded him.

  Her lips opened and closed, she was obviously at a loss. Looking up at him with her biggest eyes and most imploring expression, she hugged Teddy. She looked absolutely adorable.

  “I don’t wanna, Papa, pleeeeeeeease.”

  Grant raised his eyebrow at her. “Why not, Princess? I set up a whole party, just to introduce you to my friends. If you aren’t there, then there’s not really a point to having it.”

  ******

  A party for her? Amaya couldn’t help but remain suspicious. Even her birthday parties had just been excuses for her parents to promote themselves and the busines
s. On the other hand, Papa had obviously been successful without her for a long time. Did he need her to promote anything? The tone of his voice… it was very different from her parents.

  She sat up, still hugging the teddy bear to her. Somehow the squishy stuffed toy made her feel more comforted.

  Papa watched her with calm eyes, his hand staying on her leg as she sat up. He didn’t seem upset at the idea of not being able to show her off, more like he wanted her to be excited about it. Which was definitely different from how her parents had been.

  “I think you’ll like my friends,” he said. “And I think you’ll like them and their little boys and girls. I want to be able to set up play dates in the future.”

  She gnawed on her lower lip, a little spark of hope kindling.

  Even though she was throwing a bit of a fit, he wasn’t critiquing her. He’d shown her the party dress but wasn’t making her try it on or making her feel small as he judged the fit and the look. When she’d said she was sick, he’d been concerned, not angry that she might ruin the party or make him look bad with her absence.

  He said the party was for her.

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  “I take it that you aren’t actually feeling sick?” Papa asked, giving her a stern look. Amaya shook her head and he sighed. “I don’t know why you felt the need to lie, Amaya, but that doesn’t really matter. You know I don’t tolerate lying.”