Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  “Hmmm, that is the bestest brownie in the world.”

  “Only the best for my princess.” He leaned over and kissed her on the head. Digging in the basket once more, Max produced a bottle followed by a cup. Opening the bottle, he filled the cup with ice cold milk and handed it to Izzy.

  “Oh Daddy, brownies and milk, this is awesome.” She heard crackling in the air, followed by the start of the fireworks show. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening. As she watched the amazing show, she finished three brownies, grateful her Daddy missed the third one as she snatched it quickly.

  When her tummy was full, Izzy lay down with her head in Max’s lap. This was the most relaxed she could remember being in a long time. She glanced around to see people in various states of undress. Many weren’t paying any attention to the fireworks. They were too busy having all kinds of naughty fun.

  She put her hand on his knee and slid it up his leg until she reached the tip of his penis. If everyone else around was busy, they wouldn’t be paying any attention to what she might be doing. She reached for his zipper, but his hand stopped her before she could pull it down.

  “My princess, not tonight. This is about you. I want you to let go and enjoy the show. When it’s done, I will take you back to our room and put you to bed so you can get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.”

  She brought her hand down and refused to be disappointed. He had shown her all day that she was his priority; this was no different.

  The spectacular show went on, and she enjoyed every minute. The bright lights and amazing colors lit up the night sky. Lying with her head in Max’s lap while he stroked her hair was her version of heaven on earth.

  Izzy must have drifted to sleep at some point because when she opened her eyes, she was in Max’s arms. “Daddy,” she said through a yawn, happily snuggled into his arms as he carried her down the hall, “today was a perfect day. I kind of like being your little girl. It was fun.”

  “Of course you had fun, little one. Today was all spoils and sunshine. But tomorrow, my little princess, is a whole different ball game. You’re going to find out what a stern but loving Daddy does with naughty little girls like yourself.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  She was too tired to argue, or even process the meaning behind his words, and she fell asleep in his arms before they even made it back to the room.

  Chapter 5

  M ax rose at the crack of dawn, feeling rested and ready for what the day would bring. He wasn’t so sure his sweet little Izzy would be, but it didn’t matter. She needed this; they both did. She had gotten so wrapped up in wedding plans and he had gotten so wrapped up in work that they had both forgotten what made their relationship special in the first place. He was her Daddy and she was his little Izzy. The best way for them to remember those roles and begin to appreciate them again was to take them to the extreme.

  His little Izzy, usually a Middle of anywhere between thirteen and sixteen, would be extra Little today. He was thinking around four or five, but he would take her younger if he had to.

  Forced regression was a tricky business, and he knew he had to be ready and start the day out right. Yesterday had gotten them off to a good start. Izzy had been littler than usual for sure, but not quite as little as he wanted her to be.

  Today, he would take her deep into Little space, and she would rely on him for everything. If she didn’t, well, he would show her just what happened to naughty little girls who didn’t listen to their Daddies.

  He made a quick call down to room service and ordered up the dress for her to wear, and some breakfast.

  He was going to break his own rule about only being Little outside the room, but if she didn’t obey, she would be the one getting punished.

  As soon as the deliveries arrived, he closed the door behind the Little Maid and rubbed his hands together as he started toward the bed.

  It was time to start their day.

  Kneeling by Izzy’s side of the bed, he gently shook her awake. “Izzy darling, it’s time to wake up.”

  “Five more minutes,” she muttered, rolling onto her side.

  Max chuckled, and shook her again. His little girl was not a morning person.

  “No more minutes,” he answered firmly. “We have a very busy day planned, and we need to get started. I want you up and out of bed in five minutes, or you are going to start your day with a sore bottom.”

  “No,” she argued without opening her eyes. “No busy day. All I want to do is sleep, and have sex, and maybe go see the puppies later.”

  Max checked his watch. “Three more minutes. I’m not joking around, Isabella. Up and out of bed, or you are going to have a very rude alarm clock. The sound of my hand on your ass over and over again until it is nice and cherry red.”

  “Meanie.” This time, her eyelids fluttered and she peeked out at him from between thick lashes.

  “One minute, Isabella.”

  “Okay, Okay, I’m up!” She jumped out of bed and stood next to him, crossing her arms over her bare chest and glaring at him sleepily. “What sort of vacation is this?” she grumbled. “You should be in bed next to me, not forcing me up at the butt crack of dawn like this is boot camp or something.”

  “Oh, but in a way it is, my sweet little one. Now Izzy, we have a busy day planned and we need to start it off right.”

  “Isabella,” she corrected. “We are in our room, so it’s Isabella. And as your fiancée, and not your little girl, I should get a say in what we do today. I vote for sleeping in.”

  “Not a chance.” He paused for effect and grinned. “Izzy.”

  She was a brat before her morning coffee, and little girls didn’t get coffee, so he knew he had his work cut out for him. At his use of her Little name again, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her cheeks reddened with anger. He saw the tantrum brewing, and tried to stop it before it started.

  “Don’t even, little girl,” he warned. “Think very carefully before you go any further.”

  She didn’t heed his warning. Shrieking, she stomped her foot. When her hand balled into a fist, he stopped it before she could lash out at him. Acting quickly, he sat on the bed and pulled her over his knee.

  That angered her further and she let him know it, hollering and bucking and hitting his leg with her little balled up fists.

  “This isn’t fair!” she shouted before he even began to spank her. “We are in the room and I’m Isabella. I’m not Little, and you don’t get to treat me like I am!”

  “You may not be Little yet,” he scolded, bringing his hand crashing down on her upturned ass, “but you are mine, and my sweet Isabella doesn’t get to act this way. No matter how old she is.”

  He spanked steadily until her fists unclenched and her body lost some of its fight. “But for the record, Isabella,” he drawled, accentuating the second syllable of her name, “you certainly are not acting like a grown woman, or even a teenager this morning. You are acting like a naughty, spoiled little girl, and that is exactly how I intend to treat you.”

  “Hmph,” she muttered, hiding her face in her hands.

  Max ignored the outburst and continued his lecture. “It may not feel fair for me to go back on what I said, but no matter how old you are, I am your Daddy, and I want to do what is best for you and us. And it just so happens that this is it.” He continued to spank with his hand as he spoke, punctuating every other word with a hearty swat until the skin on her bottom was warm and pink.

  “I want to take care of you today, the way a Daddy takes care of his very little girl, and for some of that to happen, I need you Little before we leave the room.”

  “But I don’t want to be Little,” she whined petulantly, and Max smothered a chuckle because he could tell she was already getting there.

  “But you want Daddy to take care of you, don’t you?” he asked, pausing to rub a circle on her warm and pink bottom.

  “How Little is very little?” she asked, ignoring his
question.

  “As Little as I need you to be to get the point I am trying to make,” he answered.

  “No bottles or pacifiers,” she insisted. “And if you come near me with a diaper, I swear to God, I’ll—”

  “I know, you’ll castrate me, guilt free.” Max shook his head, and because she seemed so determined not to give in, resumed spanking, harder and faster this time. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  It was both an awful and wonderful way to wake up, and she blamed the lack of coffee for the fact that she just kept digging herself a bigger hole with every passing minute.

  Izzy did not want to be Little today. Yesterday had been fun, but today she wanted to fight to keep every ounce of control she could. It had scared her how easily she had slipped deep into Little space yesterday, and now he wanted her to go further and he wanted to break his own “big in the room” rule. The thought both excited and terrified her.

  He was only spanking with his hand, and it would probably start to hurt before her ass would. She wondered how long she could hold out, and what would happen if she did.

  On one hand, she was envisioning a nice leisurely day in bed with lots of room service, and on the other, she wanted to know what Max had planned.

  “I know you’re stubborn, princess, and I know what you are thinking. You’re wondering if I will give in if you hold out long enough. The answer is no. I’ve put a lot of thought into today, and I’m confident that it is exactly what we both need. So if you want to know who will win a battle of wills, let me assure you that the answer is me. I will. And you, little one, will pay the price. Dearly. So let me know when you are ready to cooperate.”

  His little lecture did nothing to placate her nerves, and she was working herself into a stubborn tizzy, until he finally said the one sentence that ran through her body like a shockwave.

  “You need to trust your Daddy.”

  So simple. Not fancy words. A simple reminder, and something he said to her quite often. It got her every time.

  This time was no different. Her body sagged against him, and she gave up the fight. The tears she had been pushing back since she woke up pricked the corners of her eyelids, and a couple even ran down her cheeks.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she agreed.

  As soon as she did, he stopped spanking. With one last swat, he finished. “All right, princess. Up you go.”

  He helped her stand, and she thought he would pull her into his arms, but instead, he tapped her on the ass and pointed to the corner.

  Her heart sank. She looked from him to the corner and back at him.

  He pointed again, and she reluctantly went. Standing in a position she knew all too well—nose on the wall, hands behind her back—she pouted. He was not playing fair. The corner was the worst, and it always hit her like a ton of bricks, forcing her from stubborn and sassy to remorseful and needy.

  Exactly how he wanted her. She tried to fight against the natural reaction, but he knew her too well, and kept her there too long.

  When he finally called her out, she had given in completely, ready to face her Daddy and whatever he had planned for her.

  “Come here, princess,” Max spoke with a gentle sternness as he pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. Isabella shuffled over, and he took her hands in his.

  “I’m sorry I changed up the rules on you this morning,” he apologized. “I did it because I wanted to take care of you in a very special way this morning. Can you let me do that?”

  She started to open her mouth and remind him of her limits as far as this Little thing went, but thought better of it. He knew, and she trusted him.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she agreed with a sigh.

  “Good girl. Now, I promise none of this is to torture you. It’s to remind you that you have a loving Daddy you can trust and rely on.”

  “Okay,” she answered, still a little nervous.

  “All right, we’ve spent enough time on hashing things out. If we don’t get a move on, we will be late.”

  Taking a package from beside him on the mattress, Max slid off the bed and knelt at her feet.

  Then he opened the bag, and withdrew a set of frilly ruffled panties and the exact same dress she had worn yesterday, sans ketchup stains.

  Instantly feeling smaller, she gasped. “My dress!”

  “Yes, little one. Daddy knows you love this dress, so he asked them to bring you one to wear today. Now, spread your legs and lift one foot.” He held the frilly panties open at her feet and she stepped into them, watching with interest as he straightened them and slowly pulled them up her legs and over her hips. When they were on just right, he twirled her around to look at the frills, and patted her bottom. “Very nice, but they offer a little bit too much protection. Be a good girl when we are out so Daddy doesn’t have to spank you in public, because if he does, it won’t be over the top of these.”

  Her eyes grew wide and blush filled her cheeks at the thought of a bare-bottom public spanking. She vowed to avoid it at all costs and be a perfect angel, but she knew her resolve probably wouldn’t even last until they left the room. She was in a mood today.

  Still, she cooperated as Daddy helped her into the dress, knee-high stockings, and shoes, and sat still while he brushed her hair, and tucked a shiny red headband behind her ears.

  “You look like a princess,” he announced, and she smiled and blushed. Something about this dress made her feel like one too.

  “Now, come on over here. We need to eat breakfast before we head downstairs.”

  Skipping over to the small table, Izzy sat in the chair and looked around with a frown. “What’s for breakfast?”

  “It’s a very special breakfast for special little girls, and you’ll see in a minute. First, I need you to put this on.” From somewhere behind him, he pulled out a large, bright red bib.

  Her joy and lightness faded, and her lips clamped tight as she shook her head. “Max,” she warned.

  “Daddy,” he corrected.

  “Max, I said—”

  “You said no bottles and no diapers. This is neither of those things. This is a bib, and its purpose is to protect that pretty dress you have on. Remember how upset you were when you got ketchup on it last night? If you spill right now, there’s no time to get another one. So you wear the bib and protect the dress, or you go naked today. Your choice.”

  Her throat constricted as she considered his words. Technically, he hadn’t broken any promises, and he didn’t seem to be doing it just to upset her. He was right that she didn’t want to spill anything.

  “Fine,” she conceded.

  “Good.” Lifting her hair, Max walked around and fastened the bib at the back of her neck. It felt weird to be wearing it, and her cheeks burned. She just wanted to get breakfast over with.

  “Can I eat now?”

  Max answered by pulling up a food service cart to the table, and removing a silver dome. He placed it in front of his chair and sat down beside her.

  “Where’s mine?” she asked, growing annoyed as her stomach rumbled.

  “This is yours,” he replied, lifting the dome to reveal two large chocolate chip pancakes topped with a generous pile of strawberry sauce and whipped cream.

  She shouldn’t eat that. There was no way she was going to fit in her dress by the time the weekend was over if she kept eating like this. But it looked so good and she was starving.

  “Okay.” She reached for the plate, and Max smacked her hand away. She watched, perplexed, as he picked up the silverware and proceeded to cut her pancakes into bite-sized pieces. Wholly unnecessary, but very sweet. When he’d finished and set down the knife, she reached for the plate again. He smacked her hand away again.

  Now she was not only confused, but annoyed and angry too. She glared up at him. “What’s your deal?” she asked.

  “My deal,” Max said in a very pointed tone, “is that I am your Daddy and you are my little girl and today, you will rely on me for everything.”

>   Still confused, she shook her head at him.

  “I’m going to feed you,” he informed her smartly.

  Oh, like hell . If he had thought treating her like a small child was going to drag her into deep Little space, he had another think coming, because it was having the opposite effect.

  She wasn’t in Little space, or even Middle space. She was a grown ass woman, and a pissed off one at that. She opened her mouth to tell him so, and Max shoved a bite of pancake in.

  Sputtering, she closed her mouth and chewed quickly, intent on telling him off as soon as she swallowed, but Max beat her to the punch.

  “Unless you are going to pull out your safeword and say tomato on me, whatever you are thinking, don’t. I’ve made up my mind, little girl, and this day is going to go much smoother for you the quicker you get on board. So, open your mouth, and shut off your brain. Let Daddy feed you, or we will be late to your appointment in the Nursery, and Daddy will have to punish you.”

  Chapter 6

  H e saw the moment her brain registered the intent of his words, and the inner struggle that took place.

  He ignored both and scooped another bite onto the fork. “Open up.”

  She didn’t, of course, so he scooped the bite into his own mouth and rubbed his stomach in a show of exaggerated pleasure. “Oh, that’s yummy.”

  She said nothing, but he could tell she wanted to eat.

  One more bite onto the fork, and he lifted it to her lips.

  She sat there with her lips tightly pinched and the fork poised just outside her mouth for a full minute before giving a soft little sigh, and letting him feed her.

  “There you go. Good girl, chew chew,” he murmured happily, even though she was shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

  Hunger won out over anger, though, and she silently played along, allowing him to feed her every last bite until the plate was clean.

  “Good girl. Now let’s get you washed up.” He dipped a napkin into a cup of water, and washed the sticky sweet syrup off her lips. “We didn’t have time for a bath this morning, because you needed a spanking instead, so we will have to do that later. If you’re a good girl, Daddy will buy you a rubber ducky and some bubble bath for later, and if you are a bad girl, you’ll have a bath with no toys and no bubbles, and end up with a hard spanking on a bare, wet bottom. That doesn’t sound like fun, does it?”