by Alice Everly
“He bought me.” She said simply.
“What?” Katie’s mouth fell open and she stared at Lydia like she was some sort of freak, “he bought you? Like with money?”
“I guess..” she felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and wished that Katie would move so she could go into the family room and watch her shows. She didn’t like this at all and she wished she could get out of this questioning.
“What do you mean you guess?” Katie took a step toward her and Lydia took one back. She looked even angrier than before and Lydia started to get scared.
“I…I…I…” she stuttered, “I was owned by another man and Daddy came one day to see me and told the other man that he wanted to buy me.”
“What a minute, did you seriously just call him Daddy?” Katie crowed and threw her head back laughing.
“He said I could call him that,” Lydia muttered.
“So like you’re trying to be his daughter?” she couldn’t stop laughing.
“No,” Lydia said firmly, “I’m not his daughter. He just takes care of me like a Daddy would so I call him Daddy.
“You’ve got issues,” Katie breathed hotly, “now tell me about how he bought you.”
“I don’t’ know,” Lydia said tightly, “he just paid money and I went home with him. I don’t know how it works.”
“He just showed up one day and paid money to take you to his house?” Katie pushed.
Lydia nodded her head, swallowing loudly, “he told the man I was with before that he didn’t want any other girl and that he only wanted me and then he paid double so he could have me.”
“You’re a whore!” Katie screamed at her, “you’re just a prostitute he paid for.”
“No I’m not,” Lydia screamed, backing up until her back hit the sink, “no, I’m a Little.”
Katie stood a few feet in front her, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Lydia,”Did you have sex with my boyfriend?”
Lydia shook her head vigorously.
“Did you kiss him?” she demanded.
“He’s only kissed me on the head or on my cheek,” Lydia said desperately, “I promise.”
That seemed to calm Katie and she went to the table and sat in one of the chairs, “So tell me what you mean when you say that you’re a Little.”
“I don’t know,” Lydia shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t stand up again so she quickly began to list things off, “I wear these dresses” she lifted the hem of her skirt briefly before dropping it to fall back into place, “I have to do what Daddy says. At the last man’s house I would have to be dressed by him and he gave me baths, but Daddy doesn’t do that,” Lydia tried to think of other things, “I have to be good and not mean. And I have to follow the rules or I get spankings.” She shrugged, “I’m treated like I’m a Little,” she said simply.
“Wait,” Katie held up her hand, “Brian spanks you?”
Lydia nodded, “I used to get beat really bad at the last man’s house, but Daddy isn’t like that,” she dropped her head, “Daddy only spanks me because he cares about me.”
“Wait, wait,” Katie narrowed her eyes, “how does Brian spank you?”
Lydia stared at her dumbfounded. She didn’t know how to answer that. Finally she shrugged and lamely lifted her hand and swung it through the air up and down, as if spanking the air.
“No, you dummy,” Katie snapped, “What does he do? Does he put you over his knee?”
Lydia nodded.
“Does he lift your dress?”
Again she nodded.
“Does he take down your panties?”
Another nod and her head dropped in embarrassment.
Katie stood up now, and even though she walked slowly, Lydia almost felt as if she was stalking her as if she were a predator.
“So he sees your bare ass?”
Lydia nodded, tears filling her eyes. Katie opened a drawer and rifled through it.
“Show me your bare ass,” Katie demanded pulling something from the drawer and stalking back to her.
“What?” Lydia’s head snapped up and she saw the raw look of power in Katie’s eyes, hungry and vibrant. It made Lydia’s stomach twist.
“Take your panties down and bend over the kitchen table or I will beat you.” She growled.
Lydia hurried to comply, already crying as she slipped out of her panties and bent over the table. Katie lifted her hips to rest on the table top edge so that her feet were dangling over the side.
“So this is the bare ass my boyfriend’s been staring at and touching?” she said to herself, lifting Lydia’s dress higher to expose her entire backside.
“Please let me get down Katie,” she begged, even though she knew her pleas were probably futile. Katie was angry and it wasn’t likely that Lydia was going to leave the kitchen that morning without a very sore bottom.
“Oh, I’ll let you get down,” she said sweetly, “just as soon as I get a taste of what it’s like to spank your bare ass,” she laughed, “I can’t let Brian have all the fun.”
With that said, Lydia’s backside immediately ignited in flames as Katie wielded the wicked spoon as if she’d been paddling women for years.
Lydia screamed long and loud, but Katie didn’t seem to notice or care as she methodically used that wooden spoon to beat a brutal message into Lydia’s flesh. That message was loud and clear, Lydia needed to stay away from Katie’s boyfriend and leave him alone or she would make Lydia pay with the skin of her ass.
Lydia screamed and begged for her to stop, but Katie just laughed at her. She kicked and tried to move out of the line of fire, but Katie was far stronger than her and held Lydia in place with one hand while the other spanked her backside rapidly with the wooden spoon. Over and over that wood beat into her skin.
Lydia truly believed that Katie only stopped because her arm got tired. When Katie’s hold on her released, Lydia slid to the floor like a limp old doll. She cried, heaving in breath as she tried to squirm on the floor, the pain overwhelming her senses. Lydia’s skin had healed from Papa’s brutal beating, and she’d become accustomed to Daddy’s more gentle but still firm spankings. The beating doled out by Katie was a shock to her system and she laid in the fetal positon on the kitchen floor for nearly an hour heaving with sobs.
Katie left the kitchen without a word and it was another half hour before Lydia had the strength to rise on her shaky legs and go lock the front door like Daddy had told her to do.
Lydia closed her eyes as she stood leaning against the locked front door. That was when she knew that the horror she’d lived with at Papa’s was now going to be reality again at Daddy’s house, only it wasn’t Daddy who was going to be beating her, no it would be Katie’s face she saw instead of Papa’s.
Katie returned to the house just minutes before Daddy. She wasted no time in warning Lydia not to speak anything of the beating that she’d received from Katie that morning to Daddy. Lydia nodded, continuing to set the table for dinner while Katie threw take-out into a pan and cooked it.
“Well aren’t I the luckiest man in the world,” Daddy smiled, entering the kitchen and giving Katie a passionate kiss before pulling Lydia into a hug, “I get to come home from a long day at work to two beautiful girls and a nice home-cooked dinner.” He smiled at Lydia and she returned his smile, even though her heart wasn’t into it, “I hope you two were able to get along today?”
Lydia nodded vigorously as Katie spoke up, “Oh it was a great day, we had a wonderful conversation,” Katie went to him and kissed him again, “thank you honey for suggesting it. I think we made a lot of progress today, didn’t we Lydia?”
She saw the warning in Katie’s eyes, so she nodded emphatically. They all sat down to eat and Lydia pushed her food around on her plate. Her bottom was so bruised and sore she couldn’t focus on anything but the pain as she sat on the hard wooden chair.
“I don’t feel very good,” she finally said, “can I go lay down?”
Daddy looked at her, concern and car
e so clear in his eyes that her own began to tear. She felt guilty for lying, she wasn’t really sick, no she just couldn’t sit there much longer. She felt like throwing up from the pain and fear she had coursing through her.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Daddy leaned over, feeling her forehead. Her chest tightened at his concern, why did he have to be so damn caring but yet he couldn’t see that Katie was a really mean person and just acting nice around him. Lydia knew for a fact that the woman was far from a nice girl.
“I’ll be okay Daddy,” she promised, but she could still see he worried as he watched her wash her dishes in the sink.
“You know what,” he pushed back from the table, “I’m going to go take her up there and make sure she gets into bed okay and tuck her in,” he told Katie. Lydia instantly saw her eyes flame.
“No, no,” Lydia protested, “I’ll be fine, please eat dinner with Katie, please Daddy,” she begged.
“Okay,” he agreed reluctantly, “but if you aren’t feeling well or if you need anything at all then you call for me okay?”
“I will,” she promised, seeing Katie give her a slight nod of approval. Hopefully that meant she would leave her alone for the night, Lydia thought.
“Come give Daddy a hug,” he said and she rushed into his arms, feeling safe once more until she heard Katie let out a frustrated breath. Lydia pulled away and quickly told them both Good night.
She fell into bed in a fit of tears. She didn’t even have the strength to change into pajamas or brush her teeth. When she woke the next morning, Daddy had already left for work and Lydia found herself at home alone, with Katie. This was going to be nothing but trouble.
Chapter Eleven
The investigation into Mike Christopher had stalled and Brian was growing frustrated with the lack of new leads. He needed to get back in there. He needed to spend more time at the clubs and around Mike Christopher. Lydia had been his sole concern the past weeks, but he needed to believe that Katie and Lydia were safe during the day. Captain Barnes was getting restless and wanted him to move on to another case, but Brian just wasn’t ready yet, he knew there was more there, he just needed to put all the pieces together.
“I can’t keep this open,” Captain Barnes said, “we’ve already wasted two years on this,” his plump body leaned back in his office chair, the chair groaning as it went back, “we don’t have the time or resources to waste on this guy any longer. He’s clearly just satisfying his kinky desires by training willing adults.”
“I know there’s something more here, Captain,” Brian said, “I can just feel it.”
The older man sighed, “I’ll tell you what,” he threw a file onto the desk, “here’s a small prostitution case. Work this case and what you do with your free time is up to you.”
“Thanks Captain,” Brian knew it was the best he was going to get. He was well aware they’d spent too much time and money on Mike Christopher.
“Don’t make me regret this Bishop,” Captain Barnes barked, “gather what you need to bring him down and then we will talk about resources when and IF,” he looked to him with a pointed look, “If you have enough information to bring him down.”
Brian took the file off the desk and began flipping through it as he walked out of the department and to his car. He had to get in touch with Mike Christopher again. That was the only way he would be able to narrow this all down.
He tossed the prostitution case onto the passenger seat and dialed up Katie on his cell to let her know that he wouldn’t be home until late. Brian had a lot to take care of in a short amount of time, and if that meant long hours then he was willing to do it, not just to bring down Mike Christopher, but for Lydia.
***
Lydia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be suspicious or happy when Katie started treating her well. It was almost like Katie decided to see her as a little sister rather than an intruder in her boyfriend’s life. The girls talked and laughed through breakfast and Katie even helped her clean up the dishes after they were done.
“Can I pick out your dress for you today?” the excitement was clear in her eyes and Lydia nodded her head, enjoying this side of Katie. She was actually starting to feel good about the woman, even taking her hand in hers so they could walk upstairs together. Maybe when Katie spanked her it wasn’t something she normally did, maybe she was just caught up in her anger over finding a woman at her boyfriend’s house? Lydia wondered if maybe everything would be okay after all.
“You have so many cute dresses,” Katie said as she flipped through them all hanging in the closet, then she stopped short, “why are these dresses here?” she turned to her with the three business dresses that Daddy had bought for her.
“Daddy bought those,” Lydia shrugged and gave them a dirty look, “I don’t like them at all.”
“Then let’s get rid of them,” Katie said easily, tossing all three dresses into the hallway where they fell in a haphazard pile of fabric. Lydia giggled and Katie smiled, “your clothing and your room should really fit your very unique personality,” she said as if she were a professional designer and looked around the neutral boring room with a grimace, “this room needs work,” Katie tapped her finger on her bottom lip and then her eyes lit up, “we need to go shopping.”
“Daddy said I can’t leave the house,” Lydia pouted. She really wanted to go shopping. Katie was being so nice to her and it had been so long since she’d been to a mall. She hoped Katie would still take her, even though Daddy said she couldn’t, but Katie apparently agreed with him.
“Oh yeah,” Katie said with a nod, “you’re in protective custody or whatever,” she frowned, “that’s fine. I’ll just go and buy all the stuff we need, with Brian’s credit card of course,” she laughed, “then I’ll bring it back here and we can set up your room.”
“Okay,” Lydia said, feeling defeated that even though Daddy was nicer than Papa, she was still prisoner to this house.
“Make sure you lock the door after me and I will be back in a few hours.”
Lydia was so excited to see all the great stuff that Katie was going to buy that she could hardly contain herself. She flitted around the house, not having the patience to watch a show or read a book, so she fiddled with knickknacks and even though she’d never tell anyone ever, she’d crawled into Daddy’s bed just so she could smell his pillow and cuddle up to it like she used to with him. She jumped out of the bed and quickly straightened the blankets when the doorbell rang.
Katie was back with her arms loaded down with bags when Lydia unlocked the front door. Even though she wasn’t supposed to leave the house, Katie let her go to the driveway and pull more bags out of her car.
“Wow, there’s so much stuff,” Lydia giggled, bouncing up and down on her knees as she sat on the floor in her room, waiting for Katie to open the bags and show her what she’d bought.
Maybe they would be able to make the bedroom so nice that she wouldn’t be scared anymore, maybe she would look so nice that Daddy would see that she wasn’t just a Little, she was a grown woman who he could love too like he did Katie. They could share, Lydia was okay sharing Daddy. She would do anything as long as she could stay at Daddy’s house, even if that meant sharing his affections. The prospects were thrilling.
They got to work first by moving all the furniture out of the room. It was tough because everything was so heavy and awkward to move, but they ended up doing it without too much trouble and hardly any bumping against the walls.
Katie said they needed to make the room more presentable for Lydia and the neutral beige walls were the first thing to go. Lydia agreed with her, the beige was too boring, she wanted to stand out, wanted Daddy to see that she was a grown-up who could decorate her own room and make it look beautiful.
For the next four hours they worked on painting the walls a pale pink, taking a break for lunch to let the walls dry. As they ate lunch they talked the entire time about how great everything was going to look when it was done. Lydia was giddy with th
e attention Katie was giving to her.
After cleaning up from lunch, they returned to her room to move the furniture back in and hang up the wall items Katie had bought for her.
“If we put your bed against that wall,” Katie moved to the far wall that shared the window, “then it would leave more space for when we walked in and when you wanted to play on the floor.”
Lydia agreed with her and was enthralled with how much knowledge Katie had about decorating. She was excited to get everything set up. They moved the bed in and set it right where Katie said they should, then on the opposite wall they put the dresser.
On one wall Katie hung a full length mirror that was framed in a thick white wood with little pink flowers scattered over it. Lydia went to the mirror after it was hung securely and smiled at herself. This was all so surreal. She spun around three times and giggled when her dress fanned out around her.
“You really think you’re a Little girl don’t you?” Katie asked as she watched her in the mirror.
“I don’t know what I am sometimes,” Lydia answered honestly, “Papa,” she looked to Katie, “that was the mean man I was with before Daddy bought me,” she explained, “Papa made me be Little years ago and I don’t mind being Little, I really don’t,” she frowned, “but I didn’t like Papa at all, he was really a mean man. He was never nice like Daddy. I’m just so glad that Daddy isn’t like that at all,” she said solemnly.
“What did this man do?” she asked, “your Papa.”
“He would beat me really bad with lots of different things. And sometimes he’d beat me for nothing at all,” she thought for a minute, “actually most of the time he beat me it was for nothing at all,” tears filmed her eyes, but she squared her shoulders, taking in a deep breath. She needed to act like a big girl.
“That sounds awful,” Katie shook her head sadly, “what did he beat you with?”
Lydia shrugged, “lots of things, paddles and belts, whips, a metal spatula, and even big long boards. Sometimes I couldn’t walk for days and he never cared if he had just beat me minutes before, he would do it again if he felt like it,” she shuddered, “he was very cruel and made me do things that I didn’t like and he wouldn’t let me see my family,” that made her start crying again, her shoulders starting to shake.
