Addi felt anger in her belly, but she tried to shove it down. This was Daddy’s problem to deal with, not hers. She wasn’t sure what a Little’s place was in all of this. Mommy and Daddy were her Bigs full time, but they were also her lovers, and she felt what Natalie was doing was really unfair to them all.
“Okay, well then she’s just gonna miss some of the fun.” Addi gave a cheeky grin and stuck out her tongue.
Daddy chuckled. “Yes, she is. Let’s get our clothes for the week and then we can go exploring, yes?”
She nodded excitedly.
As they came down the long hallway, Addi followed Daddy into Wardrobe, a place that could only be described as the biggest dress up closet in the history of the world. With fewer people crowding on all sides of her, she was able to see far more than she had the first time she was here.
“Holy guacamole…” She just spun around, looking at everything.
A lady laughed and walked up to her. “Hi! I’m Star, what’s your name?”
“Ad-uh…” She wracked her brain, trying to remember what name she had chosen for this weekend. “Penny. Uh, ma’am.”
Star laughed. “I’m not a ma’am. Just call me Star, it’s okay. Now, am I correct to assume she is your Little girl, sir? How would you like her adorned today?”
“We are enrolling her in the school program, and I’ve been told they have uniforms?”
“Yes sir, and will she be boarding, or do you need clothing for her outside of class time?”
“Overalls!” Addi shouted before Daddy could answer. She figured with the amount of trouble she was likely to encounter this weekend, the extra coverage would be helpful.
Daddy squinted at her, no doubt aware of her game plan.
Star gave a knowing nod and turned to Daddy. “I think I have just the thing, if I may?”
“Of course.”
Disappearing for barely a minute, she returned with a set of dark denim overalls, very traditional, with the typical metal clasps and bib pocket in the front.
Addi clapped and danced. “They are perfect!”
Star turned them over, revealing a large square of fabric held up by buttons right over the rear end of the overalls. She unbuttoned it and the fabric dropped down, leaving a gaping hole.
Daddy nodded approvingly. “Yes, they are, Penny. Absolutely perfect.”
Addi twisted her fingers, cheeks blushing. She was all of a sudden not so sure she liked them one bit.
“So, we will take the overalls, a colorful shirt, and hair bows, if we may? I’d like to dress her after classes. And, if you could get her ready for school?”
“Absolutely. Come with me.” Star ushered Addi away and before she knew it, Addi was attired in a white button-up short sleeved shirt with a Peter Pan collar and puffed sleeves, a navy tartan skirt that came to several inches above her knees, pure white knee socks, and the same black Mary Janes. The finishing touch was two French braids, tied off with hair bows.
“Gosh, I look adorable, Daddy!” She squealed and spun around looking at herself from all sides in the mirror.
He smiled. “You do. Mommy’s going to be very sad she missed this.” His smile faltered, but just for a moment. “Now, Ms. Star, do you have anything debonair for an old gentleman like me?”
“Of course, sir! Are you thinking tuxedo, country club, Western…”
“Something 1950’s man of leisure, if you have it. My wife and I planned to be the quintessential ‘perfect American family’ this weekend.”
Addi piped up, “Make him look like someone who goes by ‘Pop’, with his adorable teenage daughter.”
He gave her a look.
“Late elementary?”
“Better.”
Addi gave an impish grin. “Daddy and I disagree on my Little age. Well, sort of. I think we both think of me as a preteen, but what that entails means different stuff to us. I want Disney Channel , and he wants Fun with Dick and Jane .”
Star laughed hard. “I can see you two fit perfectly into the father and his preteen daughter roles. Now, let’s see what ‘Pop’ can wear.”
Again, in moments, Star had transformed Antonio into the perfect ‘Father knows best’ with a blue and white plaid shirt under a beige button sweater, and grey slacks. He even had a black hat and prop cigar that puffed a white cloud of mist and glowed red when he sucked on it.
Addi clapped enthusiastically. “Daddy! You look just like Hugh Beaumont from Leave It To Beave r!”
“Thank you very much, Miss Star. If you could have more formal and play clothes in similar fashions for Penny sent up to the room, I’d appreciate it. I’ll need some other clothing as well. I trust your fashion sense implicitly. Oh, and my wife will need clothing too.” He gave her Natalie’s measurements and pointed out some options he liked.
“Thanks, Star!” Addi dragged Daddy out of the room. “Daddy, I saw the most delectable candy store, and my stomach is growling like crazy! Can we go there first?”
He shook his head. “No, but we can go to the dining hall and get lunch and dessert.”
She scrunched up her face, but before she could make a sound, Daddy grabbed one of her pigtails, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled it tightly in an upward motion.
“Or we can go back to the room for another reminder about who is in charge? Hmm?”
Addi gasped and butterflies filled her stomach. “No, Sir! I’m good with lunch.”
Antonio let go of her hair and kissed her cheek. “That’s the answer I was hoping for.”
The dining room was gorgeous, and the aroma was so enticing, Addi felt like she was going to float through the room like a cartoon character.
“Daddy, is it okay if I have fried chicken, and mac and cheese, and collard greens, and biscuits, and mashed potatoes and gravy?”
She wanted to check with him before she got her food because sometimes they differed on what was acceptable. Luckily for her, he nodded.
She loaded up her plate and found somewhere to sit. A server walked by and offered Addi her choice of beverages. She wanted a soda, but stuck with chocolate milk just in case.
As soon as she bit into her food, she realized that candy would not have met the needs her body was having. After weeks of feeding themselves, this was amazing. Daddy was a decent cook, but he mostly cooked Peruvian dishes and she could make any kind of casserole you could imagine, but neither of them could fry a chicken or make mashed potatoes from scratch.
“I’m in heaven, Daddy. Simply heaven.”
He winked. “Me too, little one.”
After lunch, Daddy finally took Addi to the candy store. It was amazing!
“Holy guacamole! This place is magical!” She raced from display to display, trying to take it all in.
A kind looking lady walked up and grinned at her. “Hey, my name’s Sinclair. This is my shop. Do you like candy, sweetie?”
Addi nodded excitedly. “I like all candy, and all chocolate, and all gummies, and pretty much anything that has sugar. It would be even better if you had sugar and caffeine!”
Sinclair winked at her. “I just might be able to fulfill your fantasy.” She led Addi to a section that had a sign boasting: Energy . “We have Jolt Gum, Javapop Coffee Lollipops, Ed Hardy Coffee Rocks, and these amazingly luscious Coffee Mallows.”
Addi’s jaw dropped open. “All my dreams are coming true right before my eyes!”
Sinclair laughed, but Daddy did not.
“If you eat even a drop of that it will be your nightmares coming true, little girl. There is no way I’m letting you have caffeinated sweets on this trip. Or likely ever.”
Addi pouted. “But, Daddy…”
“Your butt will pay if you keep it up. No. Caffeinated. Sweets. Understood?”
Addi blushed, embarrassed that Sinclair was hearing her being scolded, but Sinclair didn’t appear fazed at all. “‘K.”
Daddy’s eyebrow shot up.
“Yes, Sir. I mean, yes Sir.”
“Better. Now, Miss
Sinclair, what type of sweets do you have that won’t get a little girl’s bottom warmed?”
“Tons! You won’t even miss it, sweetie, I promise.”
Sinclair proceeded to show them candies Addi didn’t even know existed. By the time they left, she had more than enough sweets to satisfy her for the rest of their trip.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring nooks and crannies of the Castle, and went to bed tired and happy.
Chapter 3
A ddi stepped into the classroom nervously. There were men and women of various ages mingling about—if you could call them men and women; they were more like children with mature faces. The girls were wearing the same skirt and shirt/sweater combo as Addi, a few were in jumpers. The boys wore similar attire: khaki pants, shirts, and a few short pants. She spotted the robust girl from the bus and walked over to her and stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Penny.”
The girl giggled and shook her outstretched hand. “I’m Cindy, like from the Brady bunch. I haven’t seen you around here before. Is this your first time?”
“Mmhmm. I don’t really know what to do.”
“We are waiting for Master Emerson. He had to step away for a moment to deal with Lucy, so you’re here at a good time. You wouldn’t want to be late on your first day.”
Addi shivered. “I guess that would be a bad thing?”
Cindy nodded, wide-eyed. “Mmmhmm, it’s twenty lashes with his whip if you’re late!”
Addi felt sick. She hadn’t signed up for whips!
A tall “man” in a sweater vest walked up behind Cindy. “Stop lying to the new kids or you’re going to get in real trouble.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Damien. I’m one of the senior prefects.”
Addi blinked, confused. “Are… are you a Little or a Big?”
He smiled brightly. “I’m under authority, if that’s what you mean. I have an Uncle whom I visit the Castle with, and I’m under his authority, but I guess you could say I’m a switch of sorts, because I have limited authority of my own in the school program to hand out demerits and make people visit Master Emerson.”
Cindy rolled her eyes. “What he means is he’s a bossy britches and likes to get other students in trouble.”
Addi bit back a laugh, she wasn’t sure how Damien would feel about being mocked and she didn’t want to get on his bad side. “Well, I’m Penny, and it’s nice to meet you.”
Just then a gruff man who was decidedly not in Little attire walked into the room and clapped his hands. “Seats, please.”
Everyone scattered and sat down, leaving Addi and a few others standing awkwardly. The man at the front smiled and gestured towards himself. “I’m Master Emerson. You must be our new students. Penny Lane?”
Addi raised her hand and smiled. She had forgotten Daddy had registered her with the name to a Beatles song.
The man shook his head slightly. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Present, Sir’”
Addi blushed—how was she supposed to know that? “Present, Sir.”
“You can take this desk here next to Damien.”
She bit her lip and sat down. Damien was really nice, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be sat next to a goody two shoes. How was she supposed to have the naughty schoolgirl experience without a bosom buddy?
“Can I sit next to Cindy instead?” she asked, raising her hand.
Master Emerson arched his brows. “No, you may sit where I placed you, and you may pull out your notebook and write ‘I will not question Master Emerson’ in your best penmanship twenty-five times while I get the other students settled.”
Her face beet red, Addi pulled a notebook out of the bag Star had equipped her with and started scribbling out her lines.
The fantasy of being publicly called out and it actually happening were two very different things!
Just as Master Emerson walked up to the front of the room to start the lesson, Addi wrote her last ‘Emerson’ and put her pencil down.
“Finished, I presume, Miss Lane?”
Bobbing her head frantically, Addi held out the paper with shaking hands.
He looked it over and nodded. “Very good. I assume we will have no more issues.”
There was no question, it was a statement, so Addi didn’t feel called on to lie. She knew there would be more trouble, but not right now. She was still embarrassed.
Maybe this is why I didn’t get in trouble in school as a kid. I didn’t want people to look at me.
As Master Emerson droned on about dates and names, Addi wondered why she had wanted to do this. It would be way more interesting to explore the Castle. She hadn’t liked school the first time around, and repeating it was looking to be a bad idea.
Knock-knock!
Master Emerson rapped his knuckles on her desk, the book he’d been reading from now closed in his hands as he gave her a stern frown. “Answer the question, Miss Lane.”
“Q-question?”
“Yes, what is the capital of Uruguay?”
“Myuguay?” She said the first thing that popped into her head.
The class erupted in laughter, even Damien had to quickly look away to hide a smirk.
“Oh, so smart-ass is the name of the game, is it?”
“N-no Sir. I meant, I don’t remember. I’m sorry.”
“Not acceptable. Hands on my desk, bottom out. Be quick about it.”
Addi felt frozen in her seat. This wasn’t what she had expected, and she didn’t want to do it anymore. She hadn’t even gotten to play a prank or anything. “I-I don’t want to.”
You could have heard a pin drop, the room was so quiet.
“I will not ask again. Penny Lane, march your bottom up to the front of the room or I will be forced to summon your Daddy.”
Frantic in her embarrassment, she started to cry. “Good! I want my Daddy to make you leave me alone! I didn’t even do anything.”
Calmly, he walked up to the front of the room, penned out a quick note and summoned Damien to run it to the principal. “Your Daddy will be here shortly. Until he arrives, you may sit on the stool in the corner, facing the wall.”
Feeling as if she had lead in her feet, Addi slowly made her way to the stool and sat down, her forehead against the wall, tears dripping down her cheeks.
The teacher continued his lesson as if there were not an errant young woman occupying a corner of his classroom.
At length, Addi heard giggling and peeked over her shoulder. She threw her hand over her mouth and faced the wall again, trying not to laugh.
Cindy was standing on her chair with her skirt flipped up to display the exercise shorts underneath, and the booty said: Spank me .
Addi couldn’t believe her balls. She would never have the courage for a stunt like that.
“Miss Brady!”
Addi peeked again just in time to see Master Emerson stride over to Cindy’s desk, grab her ear, and pull her down to the floor.
“You may go back to your quarters for the rest of the day. I do not want to see you at meals or recreation. You will write me a two thousand word paper on proper classroom etiquette and five-hundred lines stating ‘I may not top from the bottom.’ Is that understood?”
Cindy looked furious, not cowed, and stomped out the door, throwing her answer over her shoulder. “Yes, Sir .”
Addi’s stomach clenched in icy fear. She didn’t know you could get kicked out, and how could anyone be so over the top bratty? It scared her.
Glancing at the large clock on the wall, she realized that it had been over an hour since she had been sent to the corner. Where was Daddy?
The teacher dismissed the class for a fifteen minute break and came and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“How are you feeling? I must admit this is longer than I intended for you to be here. Normally, Daddies respond quickly when they are summoned, or I receive a note back in return.”
Addi’s lip trembled and she bit it hard to try to keep from crying. “Embarrassed, Sir. I didn’t mean to
be disrespectful. I wasn’t paying attention, so your question threw me off. I blurted out the first thing I thought of, but now I know it wasn’t respectful.”
He crouched down one knee in the floor. “Penny, have you ever been spanked in public before?”
She shook her head, blushing furiously. “I’ve never been spanked by anyone other than my Mommy and Daddy!”
He nodded understandingly. “And this wasn’t what you expected?”
She shook a little, not wanting to offend the large man again.
“You can speak freely.”
“No Sir, it’s not. I thought school would be more fun. I didn’t know it would be the same old boring topics we covered in real school.”
He smiled lightly. “Were you listening at all when I was talking?”
She looked at him, confused. “A little. You were saying a lot of names and dates and stuff.”
“I was giving a history of kink. Places where we can see historically that there is nothing new under the sun.”
Her mouth formed a tight ‘O’.
He chuckled. “Yes, little girl. ‘Oh’, maybe if you were paying more attention, you wouldn’t have been so bored.”
She nodded, embarrassed.
“Here’s what I propose. You can either accept a few swats from the paddle now, before the rest of the class comes back, or you can keep waiting for your Daddy. What do you choose?”
She took a deep breath and let it out. “I’d like to accept the swats, please.”
“Good. Stand up and lie over my desk. I didn’t see anything in your limits about not baring your ass, but as this is your first time, I’ll paddle you over your panties.”
Addi moved quickly to obey. She was relieved he was giving her a break from baring herself to him, and she knew she didn’t deserve it, so she wanted to be as obedient as possible.
She leaned herself over the desk and flipped her skirt up, uncertain if this was something she was supposed to do herself or let him do.
He didn’t say anything, so she hoped she had made the right choice. The wood was cold on her cheek as she rested her head on the desk. Master Emerson tapped her legs, forcing her to spread wide enough that she was on her tiptoes.
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