by Maggie Ryan
“Deep breath, Coco,” he instructed, the widest part of the plug stretching her hole uncomfortably. There was an audible pop and she released her breath to give a sharp cry as the plug came free. The moment he turned away to place it on the counter by the sink, she attempted to lower her legs.
“No, keep them up. I’m going to take your temperature.”
She wanted to protest, knowing that she had no fever despite the heat of shame that flooded through her, but experience told her that her opinion didn’t matter. Colette knew she wasn’t in charge—her daddy was. That still didn’t keep her from whining a bit when the cold glass tube slid into her bottom. Dalton caught her eyes, giving her a smile as he twirled the thermometer a few times, slowly withdrawing and reseating it.
“That’s not so bad now is it?” he asked. “Your little heinie hole is open from your plug so I know this doesn’t hurt you a bit now, does it?”
“No, Daddy,” she answered truthfully, knowing he was well aware of the fact her pussy was getting slick from the attention. He removed the tube, read it and turned to place it on the counter as well.
“I’m happy to announce that you are fever free,” he said.
“Good, no more thermometers,” she said, and looking towards the sink, added, “and no more plug.”
Dalton chuckled and patted her bare bottom. “You are just too cute.” He bent forward and gave her pussy a kiss, causing additional heat to flare through her. It wasn’t near enough to set her off, but was enough to have her legs shake a bit. A fingertip tapped against her puckered rosebud as he said, “This little heinie hole will be getting quite a lot of attention, I assure you. And do you know why?”
“Nooo…”
“Because, babygirl, your daddy has neglected it for far too long. Now, up you go.”
Oh, God, why does that sound like both a threat and a promise? And why are both my pussy and heinie hole spasming?
His deep chuckle had her eyes meeting his, and her being absolutely positive he could read her thoughts though he didn’t say another word. He helped her to sit up and spent a few minutes pulling her hair into a high ponytail and securing it with several clips to keep it from becoming wet.
“Okay, Coco, into the tub.”
Once settled in the warm water, she was about to lay her head back when he said, “No, sweetie. This is going to be a quick bath. We don’t have time to play. Sit up now.”
“But it’s so early,” she whined, but obediently reached for the washcloth that was laying on the edge of the bathtub.
Busy at the sink, washing both items that had been inside her, he shook his head. “How on earth you manage to get up even earlier to go to work amazes me. It is almost nine o’clock and if we don’t get a move on, then our flight is going to take off without us. Though I suppose that we could find plenty of ways to keep ourselves occupied and have a staycation.”
Pulling the cloth away from her face, his words drove any remaining sleepiness from her. Vacation! Today was the first day of their holiday. “How could I have forgotten?” she squealed, the washcloth flying over her arms, breasts, and tummy, water splashing a bit as she lifted each leg to give them a single swipe. “I’m finished, Daddy. Hurry. Get me out,” she demanded, draping the cloth over the edge and moving to stand.
“Excuse me,” Dalton said, turning from the sink, his eyebrow lifting. “Some little girl seems to be forgetting who exactly is in charge here.”
The tone was enough to have her remember that vacation or not, she did not speak to her daddy so sharply unless she wanted to feel a sharp smack against her ass…her wet ass.
“Sorry, Daddy, I’m just so excited. You never did tell me where we are going—”
“And I’m still not. Anticipation will make it all the better.”
She harrumphed her disagreement but her daddy just smiled and came to the tub. “You’re finished, huh?”
“Yes, sir. What am I going to wear? What is the weather going to be like? What—”
“Coco, I did not see you wash your kitty or your bottom,” he chided, picking up the washcloth, dipping it into the water before squirting soap onto it and working it into a lather. “Spread your legs.”
Flushing, she obeyed, holding onto his shoulders as he ran the cloth between her legs. This was nothing like the bubble bath of the night before. There were no slow, languid movements, and yet he didn’t ignore a single inch of her pussy. Thick fingers of one hand spread the lips of her vulva, the cloth held in the other hand thoroughly washing every crease and cranny of her sex. Her legs began to tremble as her clit began to throb. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t teasing or attempting to arouse her; her body responded anyway. Her soft moan had his eyes lifting to find hers. His grin said that though he’d most likely agree a nice little climax would be a wonderful start to her day, the fact that his fingers disappeared told her that she was to be disappointed. Instead, he guided her to turn, gave her instructions that had her face heating as she spread her cheeks apart so he could give her bottom a good scrubbing, paying particular attention to her little puckered hole.
“All right, out you come,” he said, lifting her out and wrapping a towel around her nakedness. “Go ahead and brush your teeth.” While she obeyed, he emptied the tub, putting the washcloth over the rack to dry. They left the bathroom to return to her room.
Colette stood in the center of the room, holding her breath. She believed that despite his secrecy, once he chose her traveling clothes, she’d know exactly where they were going…well, at least what sort of climate she could expect. Practically bouncing, she watched as he went into her closet and then opened her dresser drawers, one after another, choosing several items before moving towards her bed. Laying the items down, he turned to her, his frame blocking her view.
Reaching for her, he began to pluck the clips from her hair. “Ow!” she yelped, reaching up to rub a spot on her scalp.
“If you’d stop squirming, you wouldn’t have your hair pulled. What on earth is the matter?” Dalton asked, pushing her fingers away and checking the spot she’d been rubbing.
“Nothing,” she answered, leaning to the side again in an attempt to look past him.
Dalton turned his head and then grinned. “Ah, I see. Well, what is your guess?”
Caught, she tried to think of something to say but finally giggled. “How did you know?”
“Coco, even if your face wasn’t an open book, all this bouncing and twisting about trying to look at your clothes is a dead giveaway.” Plucking the last clip free, he waved his hand to the bed. “Go ahead and look. Daddy will be right back.”
Stepping to the bed the moment he left her room, she tossed the panties aside. She wore panties every day so they were useless in providing a clue. Lifting the next garment and then the next, she sighed. The pink jumper was one she wore often, in all types of weather and the pink and white striped t-shirt was long sleeved but light enough to be worn when hot outside. The pair of white tights were not the thick wool ones but would provide cover for her legs.
“Well? Where are we going?”
Sighing, she turned to him. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t look so sad,” Dalton said, “I promise when we get there you are going to love it. Okay?”
About to respond, her mouth closed before she uttered a word at the sight of the object in his hand. Surely he wasn’t planning on adding that to her ensemble.
“Go ahead and bend over the bed, sweetie. Daddy will seat your little plug and then get you dressed.”
It appeared he’d been quite serious though she hadn’t actually expected him to make good his promise so soon. Learning that he did indeed intend to give her heinie hole more attention and was going to replace the anal plug he’d only removed a short time earlier, she couldn’t help but whine. “Daddy…please. I’ll be a good girl. I don’t need that.”
Dalton didn’t even hesitate as he finished placing a small dollop of lube at the tip of the recently sterilized pl
ug. “Daddy decides what his little girl needs. Now, bend over and spread your cheeks apart before I decide that you need a spanking as well.”
Holding a plug was bad enough, having to hold one and sit on a recently roasted rear was even worse. Laying her torso on the mattress, she reached behind her and pulled her globes apart.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
While she instantly felt a rush of pleasure at his words, she still had to bite her bottom lip and force herself not to clench when the tip of the plug pushed against her entrance. A small moan and a little fidget later, her bottom had swallowed its invader, and her daddy was giving her tush a pat. “All right, you may release.” He held her panties as she stepped into them and, as always, he bent forward and placed a kiss directly on her sex. She was puzzled when he turned her to face away but then flushed as he changed the routine by adding another set of kisses, one to each side of her bottom that were held slightly apart due to the flange of the plug before he pulled the fabric up and over her bottom. She held up her arms as he settled the t-shirt over her head, followed by the jumper. She didn’t whine until he lifted her and sat her on the bed.
“Daddy, it hurts me.”
“What does?” he asked, rolling the legs of the tights down and reaching for her foot.
“The…the plug.”
“Coco, you’ve held that plug many times. I know for a fact that it doesn’t hurt you. It might sting a bit going in, but once it’s seated, it’s fine. You didn’t even remember it was in your heinie hole until I removed it for your bath now, did you?”
Allowing him to take her foot to slip it into the tights, she tried another tactic. “No, but that’s because I was laying down and sleeping. I-I feel it when I sit.”
“Then it is doing a good job of reminding you that I expect you to be on your very best behavior today.”
Sighing, she knew the plug would remain exactly where it was until her daddy decided to remove it. Once her pink tennis shoes were tied, he bent forward and kissed her.
“Besides, I believe that you will be quite glad to have held your bottom binkie soon enough.”
Not imagining how that could possibly be true, she shook her head. Dalton chuckled and lifted her to her feet, patting her ass. “We’ll see if you change your mind. Now, let’s get some breakfast and then we really need to leave.”
Before stepping into the elevator, she smiled. “I know sort of where we’re going.
“Sort of?” Dalton asked, the handle of a suitcase in each hand as they stepped into the elevator.
“Yes, we’re going somewhere cold,” she chirped, running her hands down the front of her coat. “Can we go skiing? Oh, and ride the snowmobile?”
Dalton laughed and pressed a button on the panel. “Seems like you’ve forgotten that New York is in the middle of a cold front. You’d be wearing a coat even if we were just dashing to the car.”
The truth of his words had her deflating for a moment before she realized that instead of going down, the elevator car was rising. The only thing above them was the roof and if they were going to the roof, that meant they were going on a helicopter!
“Oh, then we’re going somewhere close!” she said. “Am I right?” Her daddy just smiled and led her from the elevator when the doors opened.
The wind whipped her hair and caused her to shiver. She’d not noticed that the snow from the day before had continued to fall, coating the roof with a layer of white. By the time he had pulled their two suitcases from the elevator, another bag slung over his shoulder, she was more than ready to get out of the biting wind. “Stay close,” Dalton said, and by the time he lifted her into the waiting helicopter, he was chuckling.
“Still hope to go skiing?” he asked, fastening her seat belt and taking her hands, rubbing them between his palms.
“Maybe not so much,” she admitted. “It’s really cold but we could sit in the hot tub to get warm. Is there a hot tub where we’re going, Daddy?”
“You are just adorable,” he said in way of an answer, tucking a blanket around her legs and settling the headphones over her ears. The copter took off, causing her tummy to do a nosedive, and yet she was thrilled. She loved flying over the city that she called home.
Colette was partially correct in her guess. The helicopter ride had been short but as it began its descent at the airport, she knew their trip was not yet over. While she loved riding in the copter, landing always had her fingers gripping the armrests and her eyes clenching shut. She didn’t relax until the skids settled and the sound of the engine disappeared. Dalton plucked the headphones from her, looping them over a hook before undoing her seat belt.
“Thank you,” she said. Now that they had landed safely, she looked out the window towards a plane that was sitting on the tarmac. A car pulling up drew her attention but when its occupants appeared, she squealed.
“Trisha!”
“Honey, I don’t think she can hear you from here,” Dalton said, disembarking the helicopter and holding out his arms.
Colette practically leapt into them. “Daddy, it’s Trisha and Uncle Joe!” Looking up at him as he set her on her feet, she realized that he didn’t seem to be the least bit surprised. “Are they coming with us? Oh, Daddy! Are they? Please!”
“Yes, Coco, they are and…”
Before he could finish his sentence, she was racing across the concrete, squealing and waving. Trisha turned and began running towards her. The two women grabbed each other’s hands and danced in a circle, laughing, hugging, and attempting to talk at the same time.
Trisha was her very best friend in the whole world. The two had met at the first play date that Coco had attended. Despite Dalton’s assurance that she’d enjoy the evening, she’d been terrified at the time. She’d been positive that she’d feel shamed at her desire to take on the role of a “little” and sure she’d never fit in with other women who shared the same dream of being cared for by their daddies. Instead, she’d entered the home of Joe Jackson to find him explaining that his own little girl had been so excited that she’d been naughty and was, at the present, standing in the living room, nose pressed into the corner, hands behind her back, panties at her ankles and her bare bottom on display.
“You’ll have to excuse us for a moment,” Joe said, after shaking Dalton’s hand before squatting down to look into Colette’s eyes. “I promise we are going to have a lot of fun but right now I need to take care of my little Trisha.”
“Wha…what are you going to do?” Colette asked.
“I’m Trisha’s daddy, and she’s been very naughty so, sweetie, what do you think I’m going to do?”
Colette couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting to the corner and focusing on the bare bottom in full view. Her own buttocks clenched as she said, “Spank her?”
“Exactly and can you tell me why?” Joe asked, drawing her attention back to him while Dalton stood at her side, his hand at the small of her back.
“Because she was bad?”
“Not bad…naughty,” Joe corrected and smiled as he glanced at Trisha. “And because I love her too much to allow her to be naughty without paying the consequences.”
Something in Colette had her smiling as well. “That’s because you’re her daddy, and daddies sometimes have to spank even when they know it will hurt.”
It had felt perfectly natural when Joe reached out and gave her a hug and then a kiss on her cheek. “That’s right, honey, but daddies always make sure that even with a painful tushie, their littles know that all is forgiven and they are loved, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson.”
“Call me Uncle Joe, Coco. I know we are going to all become very good friends.”
And they had. She had sat on her daddy’s lap as Trisha had been pulled over Uncle Joe’s knees. Coco had felt so many emotions running through her: embarrassment for the beautiful young woman at having such an intimate thing witnessed by strangers; mortification that her own panties were swiftly moving from damp to
soaking as the spanking progressed; fear that Trisha would despise her before they ever properly met; and then a sense of empathy that overwhelmed her as Trisha’s cries and shrieks of promises to never be naughty again filled the air as her daddy’s hand lifted again and again to crack against her wiggling bottom. Colette remembered burying her head against her daddy’s chest, tears welling in her eyes as the pale bottom was quite thoroughly roasted and turned crimson.
“Shh, she is fine, ladybug,” Dalton had whispered against her ear.
Colette had her doubts but once “Uncle” Joe was finished with spanking, he immediately lifted the sobbing miscreant onto his knee and cuddled her close. As soon as Trisha’s cries had quieted into hiccups and sniffles, Colette had slipped off her own daddy’s lap and plucked a tissue from a box on the coffee table and had gone to the couple.
“I’m sorry you got a spanking,” she said, holding out the tissue, unsure where she’d gotten the courage but unable to resist the compulsion to offer the woman comfort.
Trisha had turned green eyes to her and despite what had happened, gave Colette a smile as she accepted the tissue. “Thank you. Do you want to see my room?”
And that was the start of a friendship that had grown ever deeper.
“I can’t believe you’re going with us! We are going to have the best…Ow!” Their little happy dance was interrupted, both women yelping as hands connected to their backsides. Twirling around, Colette looked up.
“Why did you pop me?”
Dalton shook his head as if shocked she had to ask. “You do not ever run from me, young lady! You didn’t even look to see if a tram or another car was coming. You could have been hit!”
Colette could hear Trisha getting the same lecture and had to suppress a giggle that would be seen as highly inappropriate given the look on her daddy’s face. Swallowing hard, she turned big blue eyes up to meet disapproving brown ones. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just so excited.”
