Daddy Institute (Dark Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 7)

by Becca Little

  The email was from a local reporter named Ginnifer Watson who had interviewed me a couple of times. She explained that her website was going to release the article attached to the email later that afternoon. She decided to share it with me in advance as a courtesy since she knew it could impact Bradford International and my shareholders. I opened the article and shook my head as I read through it. The article described an anonymous source that had agreed to be interviewed about a recent security breach. It named Bianca Adams as a hacker who had infiltrated our network, installed a virus, and then stole hundreds of thousands of dollars. The story was embellished and filled with mistakes compared to how it happened. I knew it was Charles who served as their anonymous source. He was the only one with a vendetta who knew enough about the story to leak it, yet fill it with so many inconsistencies. Even the District Attorney or Bianca’s lawyer would have had more detailed facts. I picked up my phone and dialed John.

  “Mr. Bradford!” He picked up his phone immediately. “Are you coming into the office tomorrow? The security system is a total nightmare and productivity is down again!”

  “John, I trust you to deal with this sort of thing. How can you be an officer in the company if you can’t fix something as minor as this? Do you really need me to hold your hand through everything?” My tone exuded frustration.

  “Um, no sir.” He responded quickly. “I’ll handle it.”

  “I was calling you because I’m about to forward you an article. It’s about the security breach.” I hit forward and typed in John’s email address, but didn’t hit send.

  “What? Someone leaked the story?” I could sense panic on his end of the phone.

  “Yes, I’m fairly certain it was my cousin doing it as payback for us pulling funding from the Bradford Institute. It’s full of holes and lies, but we need to get ahead of it. Have legal put together a press release that acknowledges this article, but point out the inconsistencies. They need to talk about the action we took and the upgrades we made immediately. We should also confirm that no customer information was put in jeopardy.” I added a few of those details to the email in case he forgot.

  “This is bad, right?” He asked. “This is why you pushed for her to go to the Bradford Institute instead of having a trial.”

  “It isn’t favorable, no.” I sighed. “I would have preferred to bury this and never let it see the light of day, but since it is about to hit the headlines, we need to be ready. Make sure you talk about the fact we discovered it during a security sweep. I don’t want them to spin it as a lack of security on our end. We found it. We contained it. We implemented new security measures to make sure it would never happen again.”

  “Yes sir. I got it.” I could hear a pen scribbling notes, so I hit the button to send the email.

  “Let me know if anything else comes up.” I clicked my phone off after I saw the email disappear.

  It was clear I would have to deal with Charles. There was simply no way it was going to end peacefully. His first shot was a warning shot, letting me know he could hurt me. There were enough skeletons in the Bradford closet to do serious damage if he decided to take the family name down with him. I hoped he wouldn’t take it that far and wouldn’t try to go after Bradford International, but it was clear that was his intention. Between my grandfather’s philosophy that was beyond controversial and the seedy deals my father made with the Mafia during a couple of tough times during his tenure as CEO, a few well-timed accusations could bring investigations that would scare some shareholders away. We had a few foreign investors that were extremely skittish. Some of them had pulled out after the incident in Japan and once the news played out Bianca’s story, it would cost us a few more. Customers would also turn away from our products if they didn’t like the negativity associated with them. Charles was definitely a threat.

  ***

  I spent most of the afternoon downstairs, tending to email and responding to corporate concerns. It was their job to worry and even though it was a pain in the ass to deal with them, I knew they were trying to protect the company. Once my work was done, I started thinking of Bianca. It was tough to control my primal desires while taking care of her. I wanted to rehabilitate her, but the more I thought about her, the more I wanted from her. I wasn’t used to being restricted from something I wanted. The integrity of what I was trying to accomplish was more important than my desires, but my desires were strong. I found my hand slowly massaging my cock through my pants as I thought about her beautiful body. She was so gorgeous it was hard to think about anything else, even with the weight of my company’s future resting on what I did about the Charles problem.

  “In another life…” I muttered and sipped my drink. “In another life, I would make you mine.”

  I hated the men that took advantage of the women they were assigned to care for. I hated Charles for allowing our grandfather’s vision to become nothing more than a high-end brothel for the investors to get the relief they needed. I wasn’t like that. I wasn’t that kind of man. Little Bianca was in my house to be rehabilitated and she certainly wasn’t there to bring me pleasure. My imagination wasn’t immune to my chivalry. My imagination was far too strong for me to ignore. I unfastened my pants and pushed my hand into my boxers. I rubbed the end of my cock a few times until it started getting hard and then pushed my boxers down. I gripped my exposed cock in my hand and started to stroke it, leaning back in my chair as I felt it getting harder. I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a moment to enjoy my own pleasure. I rubbed my hand up and down my shaft several times.

  “Why should I even care?” I lifted my drink and sipped it as I stroked my cock. “I could take you anytime I wanted.”

  The fantasy of my imagination was strong. I allowed myself to transcend into a lust-filled caveman only interested in fornication with the gorgeous woman upstairs. I couldn’t act on my thoughts, and I certainly couldn’t take it further than a fantasy, but the thought of those lips that apprehensively wrapped round her bottle finding something even better to slide between them was enough to make my balls surge with desire. I imagined myself taking her back to her room after a bath and spreading her legs wide, climbing between them while she begged for my cock. It had been so long since I found any form of sexual pleasure that my cock was ready to explode after a few dozen strokes. I wanted to prolong it. I wanted to extend the fantasy and enjoy the taboo thoughts I could never act on. My hand moved faster up and down my shaft as my body tightened amid pleasure.

  “Damn…” My body shuddered. “Even the thought of her is pure intensity.”

  I stroked my cock faster and reached for a few napkins on my desk. I pressed the clump of napkins to the head of my cock and kept moving my hand up and down my shaft. It was a dirty fantasy, but I couldn’t stop the intense pleasure that engulfed me. Bianca deserved more than a quick fantasy, but my cock was already started to throb in my hand. I craved the sweet release of my ejaculation—I needed it.

  The thoughts of Bianca took away all the stress that was consuming my mind. It erased the thoughts of Charles and the threat he presented. It turned my focus to my pleasure with no other thoughts strong enough to penetrate my lust. I reached the point of no return and wrapped the napkins around the head of my cock. After a few quicker motions, up and down the shaft, I felt it start to erupt. I did my best to catch the result of my fantasy. It didn’t take me long to saturate the napkin with my seed. When it was over and I felt my brain returning to normal, I pushed my chair back and stared at the ceiling. The beating in my chest returned to normal and I closed my eyes. Within a few seconds, I drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  When I woke up, several hours had passed. The clock on my computer had passed dinnertime. I stood up and secured my pants around my waist before heading to the kitchen. I prepared her bottle while I made some food for myself. Once I ate, I walked upstairs and pushed the key into the door. I opened the door slowly and found Little Bianca on the bed, facing me with her eyes close
d. I could tell from her breathing that she was sleeping. She was laying on her side with her arm draped underneath her breasts. On the table, I saw a beach scene that had been colored with the crayons in one of her coloring books. It was hard to look away from her beautiful body and even harder to wake her up, but I finally walked to the edge of her bed and shook her shoulder with a gentle touch.

  “It is time to get up.” I smiled as she opened her tired eyes. “I made you a bottle.”

  “Is it dinner time already?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

  “Past it actually but I got carried away…” My words hesitated. “With work.”

  “No problem.” She took the bottle from me and took a sip. “This stuff is really good.”

  “It’ll do for now.” I sat down at the table and watched her drink the bottle.

  Little Bianca embraced her life, sinking into the role she was given perfectly. After the bottle was done, I took it from her and locked the door again as I left. I walked downstairs and cleaned the bottle in the sink. Another drink was poured and I stepped back into my office. A quick press of a button on my keyboard brought the computer back to life. There was a lot of commotion once the article went live, but our legal team did a good job of throwing counter-punches. Most of it was speculation and there wasn’t much to prove without the culprit—Bianca—available for comment. The media would have paid a lot of money to get her lined up for an interview. Tucking her away was the best choice I had made. I wasn’t sure how I was going to balance the two halves of my life because I had to returned to the office.

  The hours ticked on and it was almost time for her bedtime. I turned off my computer for the evening and headed upstairs again. It was time for Little Bianca’s bedtime spanking. It would hurt more than the normal sting they were intended to deliver since she had been spanked with the hairbrush earlier in the day, but it was still necessary. Once the words were said and the spanking was promised, it was necessary to keep the rehabilitation going. Promises had to be kept. I pushed the door open and found her sitting at the desk with her coloring book. She had already colored another portrait, a woodlands scene with a deer peeking through the woods and a bird flying overhead. She closed it when the door opened and looked up at me.

  “Are you ready for bed?” I asked.

  “Not really…” She suppressed a yawn. “But I don’t have much choice.”

  Chapter 19 — Bianca

  I knew I was going to get a spanking before I went to bed. That much had been promised. He walked into the room and closed the door. I stood up as he approached and stared at the floor. He took my wrist and led me to the changing table. I hadn’t used the diaper around my waist, although I was close to doing so. He removed it and tossed it in a diaper caddy next to the table. I felt a little vulnerable standing next to him without anything on at all, and that feeling of shameful display only intensified when he took me to the edge of my bed and pulled me across his knee. My bottom still had a lingering sting from the effects of the hairbrush earlier that morning and I was sure he was going to reignite that fire once he started spanking me again.

  “The bedtime spanking is meant to serve a constant reminder of your rehabilitation. It will not be as hard as the hairbrush spanking you received earlier as punishment, but you will go to bed with a sore bottom so you can think about what you did wrong.” He let his hand rest on my bottom.

  “I understand…” I tensed and prepared myself.

  His hand came down hard, with no warning. The instant his hand landed, it was pulled away and reapplied with a little more intensity. My body lunged slightly against his touch. I pushed my bottom up, feeling it tighten as I prepared for another one. Two more landed, one on each side of my bottom, and then two quick ones in the middle. I felt the stinging sensations reignite as they were applied on the sore spot he created on each side of my bottom. The punishment I received from the hairbrush was still below the surface of my bottom and it came alive when he started the steady rhythm of my spanking. I had come to terms with the reality in my mind, but my body was having difficulty agreeing with it. I squirmed and twisted my hips but his hand kept coming with the same intensity.

  “Ow…” I muttered, feeling like a child across his knee for discipline I knew I deserved, even if my body didn’t want it.

  My words did nothing to change what was happening. His hand moved fast across my bottom, landing a hard smack on each side before several landed in the middle. I could feel the sting intensifying each time he delivered another painful smack. It didn’t matter how much I squirmed. He kept me in place with one hand on my hip while the other continued to spank my bare bottom. A year of having my bottom reddened every night before bed was going to be a painful experience, especially if I messed up and got the hairbrush again. The spanking would have hurt, but it wouldn’t have been quite as painful if I hadn’t received the hairbrush earlier in the day. My mind made a solemn oath not to do anything that warranted that kind of punishment again. I could feel tears welling up in the corning of my eye as the spanking continued. I didn’t want to cry, but I knew I wasn’t going to have much choice.

  “Ouch…” I squealed. “Daddy, it hurts.”

  “A nightly reminder is necessary.” He shifted me as I started to slip. “It keeps the reality of your crime on the surface so you never forget why you’re here.”

  The reality of my crime wasn’t one I could forget. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, or had a few minutes alone, I thought about it. I had made a stupid decision and that decision was going to cost me a year of my life. It could have been worse—although my body was trying to rationalize five years in prison instead of a year across his knee. I knew what I was experiencing was better, even if my conscious thought couldn’t accept that with my bottom being steadily turned a bright shade of red. His hand, that had been so gentle when it cleaned me, was an implement of torture as it bounced across my bottom rapidly. My feet started to kick, a slow sob erupted from my throat, and tears started to slide down my face. I felt his hand start to slow, but each smack was just as painful as the previous ones. When it finally came to a stop, I was blinking away tears as my bottom sizzled with the burn of my bedtime spanking.

  “I think that is sufficient for tonight.” He lifted me off his knee when I began to regain my composure.

  “I’m sorry for what I did.” I wrapped my arms around him. “I want you to know that every night when I go across your knee.”

  “I do.” He caressed my hair and pulled me close. “It’s okay to feel regret. That is a sign that the rehabilitation is working.”

  ***

  The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the key in the door. Daddy walked in and placed a roll of fabric next to my bed. It appeared to be the dress I wore when I left the Bradford Institute, but it was obviously clean. Daddy took me by the hand and helped me up. After I wiped the sleep from my eyes, he put me on the changing table and removed my diaper. I felt a little shame from being forced to use it during the night, but he acted like it was perfectly normal. After it was removed, he took me to the bathroom in my old room and ran a bath. His fingers felt amazing as they moved across my body. All the imaginary dirt and debris from my comfortable life was wiped away quickly with the sponge. I hardly even needed the bath considering I hadn’t really done anything since the last one. When he was done bathing me, he started drying my hair and tied them up in ribbons just like he had the previous day.

  “It is time for another enema.” His tone was almost cheerful and my stomach tightened with fear.

  “Do I have to get those every day?” I looked up at him with concern.

  “For now.” He nodded and started to prepare it.

  All the self-control I felt like I lacked the first time I held the enema enclosed me like an iron curtain. The hairbrush spanking and the punishment enema were fresh in my mind. The enema he prepared for me wasn’t for punishment and no matter how much I cramped when the timer started to tick, I wasn’t go
ing to succumb to my desires. I held it until the very last second and when he gave me permission to let it go it, the sweet release was amazing. As much as I wanted to fall victim to my previous failure, I had enough self-control to resist it. He seemed pleased with my progress. He took me back to my room and put another diaper around my waist. It wasn’t as shocking as the day before, and once he helped me up, I felt comfortable in it.

  “Your new dresses have arrived, but I ran the one from Bradford Institute through the washing machine. It’ll do for now.” He picked the dress he had brought into my room and helped me into it.

  “Thank you.” I smiled when I stood in front of the mirror.

  “I have to go to the office today, but I arranged a babysitter for you.” He took me by the hand and opened the door.

  “A babysitter?” I looked at him in confusion.

  “Her name is Veronica Davenport. Our families have been close for a long time.” We walked downstairs and he took me into the kitchen.

  I took the bottle when Daddy presented it and started to drink from it. He went back upstairs and was gone for almost thirty minutes. When he returned, I had finished the bottle. He was dressed in a suit and looked like he did the few times I had seen him around the office. A few minutes later, I heard the helicopter approaching. I looked out the window as it landed and saw a beautiful woman emerge from it. Daddy walked outside and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. The helicopter blades stopped spinning and they talked for a few minutes before he escorted her into the house. Her emerald colored eyes immediately fixated on me as she tossed her red curls over her shoulder. She smiled and nodded to my Daddy after she got a good look at me.

  “Yeah, I’ll be happy to stay with her.” She shrugged.

  “Thank you.” He smiled and walked over to me. “I want you to be a good girl for Ms. Veronica. If you aren’t, I’ll hear about it when I get home tonight.”