by Alice Everly
“So I should play along with what she wants?”
“Exactly, and let her evolve as she needs and when she needs.”
“Thanks, I’ll bring her back on Monday.”
Chapter Ten
Lydia had been with Brian for two weeks when everything started to change.
She’d already fallen into a routine during the days. She’d eat breakfast with Daddy then clean the dishes up once he’d left. After she had the kitchen all cleaned up, she’d watch her shows on TV while drawing with the art set he’d bought for her. Sometimes she’d write in the journal the therapist gave her, but she didn’t really like doing that much, so she mostly colored and watched her shows.
Daddy had bought her a whole set of bedroom furniture that was put into the empty bedroom, but Daddy still let her sleep in his bed with him because she didn’t want to sleep alone. He also bought her some new dresses but they were designed more for a business woman. She thought they were beautiful, but she didn’t feel comfortable in them. She didn’t like them at all so she just kept wearing the dresses she had. She really didn’t think Daddy liked that she still wore them, probably because they were from Papa. He didn’t seem to like Papa too much even though they were friends.
Lydia remembered her parent’s phone number after the first week. Well, she thought it was their phone number, but when she tried calling it the recording said the number had been disconnected. Maybe she was wrong?
Daddy didn’t know she’d tried calling and she didn’t want to tell him because she didn’t want to make him mad. She didn’t think he’d spank her, no, she didn’t tell him because she didn’t want to hurt him. Daddy had become the most important person in her life. In just a few short weeks, he’d shown her such compassion and care that she knew she couldn’t ever repay him in return. She didn’t want him to be disappointed in her because she cared too much for him. They’d been doing so well since she started seeing the therapist. She was feeling better, happier, and Daddy seemed to get more playful too.
He hadn’t said whether he really liked her calling him Daddy, but she’d noticed that he referred to himself as her Daddy and that made her heart nearly burst with happiness. Life now was so much better than it had ever been with Papa. She finally felt like she could be happy just staying there forever, with Daddy.
Lydia had become a helper around the house for him. On top of doing the dishes like he told her she’d have to, she’d also started dusting and vacuuming the house. She’d once tried to do the laundry, but she ended up doing it so wrong that Daddy said that she didn’t need to do that. He said he liked getting a laundry service anyway. She was glad he wasn’t doing the laundry because then she’d have felt really guilty for not knowing how.
Everything was running so smoothing until halfway through the second week when the front door of the house flew open and a tall beautiful woman walked in. Lydia jumped from the couch, eyes wide as she looked at the strange woman. Her hair was blonde and silky, falling almost to her bottom. Lydia stared at the beautiful woman in open mouthed wonder for a moment before the fear kicked in when Lydia realized she’d forgotten to lock the front door like Daddy always told her.
“Who the hell are you?” the woman screeched.
Lydia wished she was in the kitchen by the phone so she could call the number Daddy gave her. She looked over toward the kitchen hopefully as if she could transport herself there, she surely couldn’t run there. The woman stood directly between Lydia and the kitchen.
“I’m calling the police,” the woman pulled a small phone out of her purse and started dialing.
“No, no, don’t do that,” Lydia cried, scrambling to reach her, “please don’t call them, I’ll get in trouble.”
“It’s too late,” she sneered, “I’m going to have Brian arrest you and charge you with all kinds of crimes.”
“You know Brian?” Lydia asked.
“How do you know Brian?” the woman demanded, her eyes shooting sparks of accusations toward her.
“I’m…” Lydia started but was interrupted when the woman began screaming into the phone to the person who’d picked up on the other side.
“Who the hell is this girl in your house? I leave for three fucking weeks and come back early to surprise you and find that you have some strange woman here?” the woman looked her up and down, “and she’s playing dress up like a fucking child?”
Lydia could hear a deep muffled voice on the other end after she stopped yelling. The woman didn’t say anything into the phone just hung up the phone and glared toward her.
The woman didn’t say a word for a long time. She just stood glaring at Lydia for the next twenty minutes until the front door opened and Daddy entered.
Lydia jumped up, her heart leaping when she saw him, but when he walked to stand between her and the woman she narrowed her eyes. What was going on here?
“This is all my fault,” he began, his eyes apologetic, “I’m going to explain everything,” he promised to Lydia and then turned to the other woman, “Katie,” he knew her by name? She wondered and grew mad, “I want you to go to your apartment and pack a bag to stay the night. Come back and we will talk it all through.”
It was obvious Katie was reluctant to leave as her eyes darted from Lydia and back to Brian. She eventually nodded and turned to go. Daddy ran his hand through his hair, a habit Lydia had noticed him doing when he was frustrated.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Lydia asked, going to him and taking his hand in hers.
“We need to talk sweetie,” he said, pulling her to his side for a strong squeeze, “I’m going to make you some dinner and then we will talk about everything once your belly is full.”
Lydia nodded, barely smiling at his silliness, she had a dark sense of impending doom. This wasn’t good, she could feel it but she just couldn’t figure out what ‘this’ was yet.
That day, that dinner became the turning point of everything with Daddy. Lydia sat down to eat with him and his eyes looked tired and sad. She wanted to reach out to him, but he tried to pretend he was happy as he tried to sound cheerful.
“I’ve been so proud of you Lydia,” he began as they sat down to eat, “you’ve been acting like such a big girl this week.”
“Thank you,” she said with a perfunctory tone, she didn’t know where he was going with all this.
“I want you to know that you’re really special to Daddy,” he said with a wide smile pasted on his face.
Lydia nodded, already choking up because she just knew she wasn’t going to like what Daddy had to say.
“Katie is my girlfriend and she’ll be staying in my bed now.” He said quickly, “you’ll be using your new bedroom furniture.” He said with false cheeriness, “you’re such a big girl and we can leave the hall light on for you too.”
“No,” Lydia screamed, “No, No!” tears were already falling down her face. She pushed back from the table knocking over the chair in the process. The chair tipped over and fell to the floor with a crash, her plate of food toppling over in the madness and hitting the floor, food spraying across the room.
“Lydia!” Daddy’s deep voice had her pausing. He wasn’t happy, not at all, but she didn’t care. She started running, up the stairs and into the bedroom, slamming the door in the process.
“Our bedroom, not Katie’s. Our’s!” she fell onto the bed sobbing. She hated Katie. She hated her for coming and ruining everything right when it had started to go right.
Why would Daddy do this to her? Why would he make her sleep in the other room when he knew how scared she was at night? He said he’d keep her safe. He’d said he’d always protect her.
Lydia didn’t hear when Daddy entered the room, she was too worked up and all she could think was about what she was losing. She quickly became aware of his presence though as he lifted her hips to pull down her panties. She tried to squirm from his reach, but his left hand was holding her lower back down on the mattress as his right hand started to tattoo her bare
bottom with rapidly applied scorching smacks. Lydia screamed and kicked but he didn’t seem to notice as he lectured her about her behavior, not even breaking rhythm as he continued spanking her butt.
“If you’re going to act like a Little brat then I’m going to make sure you’re punished like one,” his hand continued to smack across her skin in a rapid pattern, bruising her skin along with her pride, “You’re too old to throw a temper tantrum like that Lydia,” he scolded.
Lydia cried harder and he kept spanking her until she was completely dry of tears, her breath heaving with hiccups. He pulled her into his arms, holding her and rocking her as he sat on the edge of the mattress. They both knew that things in the house were about to change drastically, but for that moment it was just the two of them and that’ all that mattered to her as she nestled into him.
“Daddy’s not going to put up with temper tantrums like that, do you understand?” he asked, kissing her temple as he smoothed down her hair.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s all forgiven,” he said lifting her off his lap and onto her feet, “I want you to get ready for bed and get into your own bed,” he said pointedly, “Katie and I are going to go out to dinner, but when I get back I will check on you in your bed.”
Lydia nodded then pulled her panties back on and up over her sore cheeks. That was the hardest Daddy had ever spanked her, so she knew he was really mad and really didn’t like temper tantrums. She knew she couldn’t fight it any longer. She had to accept her new place in life once again. This was another new world with Katie and she’d just have to get used to it.
***
Brian took Katie to her favorite restaurant, but even that didn’t seem to calm her boiling anger.
“Lydia’s in protective custody right now,” it was the simplest way for him to explain it.
“And just exactly how old is she?”
“She’s 21 years old,” he answered honestly, even knowing Katie would likely be mad at him.
“21!” she screeched, heads turned from other tables before resuming their dinners. Katie didn’t even seem to notice the attention she was attracting with her tirade, “and you’ve been sleeping with her?!” she accused.
“I’m not having sex with her Katie, and you need to calm down,” he took her hand, holding it in his, but that didn’t seem to calm her like it always did with Lydia.
“You’ve been sharing your bed with a 21 year old woman who dresses like a child,” she said acidly, “that’s fucked up Brian.” She hissed at him.
“I would appreciate you lowering your voice and not cussing,” he said evenly, “Lydia’s been through a lot and has nightmares. She’s been scared at night and it just made her feel safer sleeping with someone close by, that’s it. But now you’re here,” he kissed her hand, “she’ll be sleeping in her own bedroom from here on out.”
“How long is she going to be around?” Katie asked.
“I can’t give any definitive time frame Katie,” he tried to gentle his voice, “but it seems like she went through a lot of trauma and I have to follow through with this.”
***
The nightmares kept plaguing Lydia and she woke up in the middle of the night screaming and sitting straight up out of bed. All she remembered was that Daddy was by her side in seconds, comforting her as she curled into him. She asked him if she could sleep in his bed. Daddy reminded her that Katie was in his bed now and Lydia cried harder until she fell back asleep, exhausted.
Daddy was in and out of her room a few more times before dawn and each time she asked him if she could sleep in his room. Each time she asked, Daddy would say no. Lydia was beginning to become angry with him by the fifth time.
“Just leave me alone,” she said, turning onto her stomach and burrowing her face into the pillow. She didn’t want to see Daddy, she didn’t want to even hear him. She clapped her hands over her ears. Even still she heard him.
“Lydia!” that sharp tone cut through her hands and she turned over, opening her eyes and taking her hands from her ears. But instead of being nice, Lydia stared at him blankly. No expression, no emotion. She didn’t like Daddy because he’d hurt her, a lot, by making her sleep by herself in her own bed.
“Do I need to spank you again, young lady?” he asked and she instantly shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
“Why can’t I sleep with you too?” she asked mournfully, “why can’t we all share?”
“Oh sweetie,” he sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her into his arms. He began rocking her back and forth as she curled into him and she felt peace again, “I wish it were that simple, but it just won’t work like that,” he said, “you’re going to have to sleep in your own room now since Katie sleeps in Daddy’s bed now.”
“Can’t we make a compromise?”
Daddy chuckled, “what kind of compromise are you thinking about?”
“Can’t Katie sleep at her own house, I don’t have a house and she does, so it’s only fair,” Lydia said seriously.
“Katie will sleep at her own place,” he gave her a warning look before she started celebrating, “sometimes.” He added, “and when she does sleep at her apartment then you can sleep in Daddy’s bed again, deal?”
“Deal,” she said, snuggling into him and lulling into a snooze as he rocked her back and forth.
“For God’s sake, Brian,” Katie’s thin voice sounded from the doorway and jolted Lydia fully awake, “she isn’t a child, she’s a grown ass adult. Why are you treating her like she’s some kind of Little child that has to be coddled?”
Lydia looked up at Katie’s angry face, wondering how she fit into this whole picture. She shouldn’t be there, she shouldn’t be Daddy’s girlfriend.
“Katie,” Daddy said and Lydia could hear that all too familiar warning in it. She wondered if Daddy spanked Katie too. “we already talked about this,” he said to Katie, “go downstairs and start the coffee, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Katie let out a frustrated huff but did as he said. Lydia knew she couldn’t get away with acting that way, she wondered why Daddy wasn’t going after her to scold her at least? Lydia never did think of a reasonable answer to that because Daddy stood up and held out his hand. She took his hand and reluctantly followed as he led her down the stairs for breakfast.
Daddy never did scold Katie for her behavior and Lydia couldn’t understand why he didn’t and why Katie was still acting like a brat and he was pretending not to notice. It was just getting more and more curious. If anyone ever needed a spanking it was that woman.
Lydia was eating a banana nut muffin and had just taken a big bite when Daddy’s next words had her throat closing around the muffin and her heart stopping.
“I was thinking that you and Lydia could hang out today so you can get to know each other better,” Brian looked to Katie with a wide smile.
“I’m not being your babysitter,” Katie instantly snapped.
“You don’t have to babysit her Katie, she’s a grown woman and can take care of herself,” his tone was even but Lydia could tell that he was getting mad, “I thought it would be nice for you two to get to know one another.”
“I’d really like to spend time with Katie,” Lydia spoke up, trying to make Daddy happy. She could tell he was irritated, “maybe we can watch some funny shows together,” she said, seeing Katie roll her eyes at her suggestion.
“What do you say, Katie?” he asked looking to her and pleading with her. Katie rolled her eyes again.
“I guess I can stick around for an hour before going to meet up with my friends for coffee,” she offered although to Lydia’s thinking she didn’t sound very happy about it.
“Thank you,” he leaned over and kissed her lips before he stood up to leave.
“I want you to be a good girl today,” he told Lydia, “and make sure you lock that front door when she leaves.”
Lydia nodded and he bent down and kissed her on the top of the head before walking out the door.
“Where do you work?” Lydia asked.
“That’s none of your business,” Katie snapped, getting up and leaving her dishes on the table.
Lydia gathered the dishes like Daddy liked her to do. She went and rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher. She didn’t realize Katie was watching her until she turned around.
“Why do you wear those baby clothes when you’re a grown ass woman?” the question was more of a sneer than a question but Lydia wasn’t going to fall into her bait to try and get Lydia to be a bad girl.
“I like these dresses,” she said simply, not even sure herself why she liked them more than other dresses that were more mature.
“You’re never going to get a boyfriend dressing and acting like that,” Katie sneered.
Lydia shrugged, “I guess I’ve never thought about that,” she replied nonchalantly as if it didn’t bother her, but in truth, she never had thought of it before but she would be damned before she admitted to Katie that she was now thinking about it.
Was that why Daddy kicked her out of his bed at night? Was it because he wanted a more mature woman like Katie? Was it because she was too much like a baby and not giving him the things girlfriends are supposed to be giving him so he wanted some other woman like Katie? What if she did things that girlfriends would do to Daddy? Would he like her as much as he liked Katie? The thought had her warming. She decided to put those thoughts aside to mull over after Katie left.
“So,” Katie leaned against the door jamb of the kitchen, “how did you end up at Brian’s house?”
Lydia could tell that Katie was not being nice to her, but she didn’t know what she was trying to do or what information she was after so Lydia decided to just tell her the truth.
