Papa's Prisoner

by Alice Everly

  “Whoa there,” he chuckled, setting his beer on the side table and then pulling Lydia back from him so he could look at her, “you look all ready for bed,” he said, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and hugging her tightly.

  “Do you want to watch a show together?” he asked expectantly. Oh she wanted to agree, it was all she really wanted right then at the very moment. Oh how she wished she could just sit with him, snuggled up to his side, and enjoy a show together like they used to. Before Katie. It took all her willpower to shake her head and deny him.

  “I have to go to bed,” she hugged him tightly around the neck and then kissed his cheek, “good night Daddy.”

  “Good night, love,” he said, patting her bottom lightly as she got off his lap, “by the way, I like your new pajamas.”

  “Thanks Daddy,” she giggled and then rushed from the room.

  When she returned to her bedroom, Katie was there waiting for her. She made her hold the baby doll when she was lying down. Katie turned all the lights off and closed the door, curtaining the room in darkness.

  Lydia couldn’t sleep, she lay clutching the doll, shaking. Wishing she could open the door or turn on the light. When it was dark she couldn’t tell if anyone else was in the room with her. She began to tear up and then heard Katie and Brian’s muffled voices in the living room below her bedroom. Just hearing his voice calmed Lydia and she relaxed. Then she could hear the conversation below, her ears tuned to the low rumble of his voice and the higher pinched voice of Katie’s.

  “I just don’t understand how an adult woman would actually want to act like that,” Katie said, “you know like a Little child, it’s just weird.”

  “It’s not our place to judge how anyone lives their life, Katie,” Daddy gently chided and Lydia smiled in the dark, “this is what Lydia wants,” he continued, “she feels more comfortable without all the stress and responsibilities of adulthood, plus I know she went through an awful lot of bad things with this guy I got her from so I’m sure that doesn’t help her any.”

  “She told me about that guy, not much, just some.” Katie confessed.

  “She did?” Brian’s voice sounded more excited, “What did she say? What did you find out?”

  “I don’t know,” Katie snapped and Lydia squeezed her doll tighter, she could tell Katie was irritated, “all she said was that he was pretty mean and stuff, why does it even matter? She isn’t with him anymore.”

  “Well, it matters because she’s been through a great deal of trauma in her life and she’s now in my protection and I’m going to protect her from anyone who hurts her” Daddy said and Lydia felt the tears start to fall down her cheeks as he continued, “I find it endearing that she chooses to act like a Little rather than letting all that trauma manifest in more negative ways like turning to prostitution, drugs, or much worse.”

  The room below was silent for a moment and Lydia held her breathe, then Katie spoke up, “Lydia told me that you’ve spanked her.”

  Lydia’s heart sped up, the beat echoing in her ears and she nearly missed the next words because it was just so loud. Was Katie going to tell him that she had also spanked her with the wooden spoon before and then the brush?

  “Yes, I’ve spanked Lydia,” Daddy confessed, “it’s all part of the life she has as a Little and I’m not going to disrupt her routine any more than I already have. I can’t do that, I don’t have all the facts, and I’m not going to make her life more difficult just because I just happen to have her in my custody while I finish my job.”

  What job? Lydia wondered.

  Was Daddy an inside man on the entire thing with Papa? Is that why he hadn’t ever taken her on a drive to her neighborhood? Was Daddy just a bad guy too, even though she thought he was nice to her, maybe it was all an act. Papa picked him out specifically, she was sure of it. A man in law enforcement who would make sure that Papa didn’t get in trouble for everything he did.

  All of a sudden, Lydia didn’t trust Brian anymore. She was in a house with a woman who hated her and had no qualms with punishing her excessively and she was also there with a man who was hiding a secret from her. A secret that he shared with Papa, the man she hated more than anyone in the world.

  She heard the conversation turn and she was going to tune out, but Katie’s voice was just so high pitched and annoying. It was actually really difficult to ignore, especially when it grated on her nerves so much.

  “Can I invite a couple friends over tomorrow,” Katie asked sweetly, “just one or two, we’ve been talking about starting a quilting group and they have some books they want to show me.”

  “I don’t know Katie,” Daddy drew out, and Lydia was certain she heard his sigh, “Lydia isn’t really capable of handling any teasing or whispering about her. I just don’t want her getting hurt.”

  “Oh I’ll protect her Brian,” Katie’s voice sounded so sweet and innocent, but Lydia ground her teeth together at her words. She knew it was all a lie, there was no way in hell Katie would protect her from anything. “You know I care about Lydia too, I mean she’s like a daughter to me now too. She so vulnerable and hurt, and I’d never let anyone be mean to her.”

  “You really do love her too, don’t you?” Daddy’s voice had gone sweet and gentle.

  “Of course I do,” Katie said with a laugh, “I mean she calls my boyfriend Daddy.”

  “That doesn’t bother you?” he asked, “that she calls me that?”

  “Well at first I thought it was kinda weird,” Katie said, “I mean she’s a grown woman and she’s calling you Daddy like she really thinks you’re her dad. But after spending time with her, I guess it just doesn’t bother me anymore that she thinks you’re her Daddy.”

  “It’s not like that,” Daddy said and Lydia’s breathe caught in her throat, “she’s comfortable with me, like she was with her real daddy, so it’s comforting to her. It’s just a name, because she certainly doesn’t think we’re related.”

  Lydia smiled in the dark, Daddy understood her. He really got her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Katie woke Lydia up early the next morning. She dressed her and fixed her hair by pulling it into two pigtails again, but with white ribbons this time to match the frilly white dress she picked out for Lydia to wear. Katie then set her in front of the television until her friends arrived to visit.

  “Lydia,” Katie barked from the front door, “come over here and properly greet my friends.”

  Lydia got up from the sofa and went to the front foyer and said hello to the two women standing there.

  “Ohmigod,” one girl gushed, “she’s just absolutely adorable, is she like a Little doll?” she asked, “I bet it’s fun to dress her up and stuff.”

  “Yeah,” Katie shrugged, “she can be such a brat sometimes though, but yeah it’s fun to watch a grown woman acting like this.”

  “How old is she again?” the dark haired woman asked as they walked around her, looking at every detail of her dress.

  “She’s twenty one years old,” Katie grabbed Lydia’s hand, “let’s go into the family room.” She said, pulling Lydia along. She nearly tripped as Katie pulled on her hand which just made the other two women “ooh,” and “ahhh” with a giggle.

  Katie pushed her into an armchair, “you sit there and be a good Little girl while I talk to my friends,” she turned to her friends, “so what’s all the new gossip? I’ve been stuck here each day babysitting her.”

  Wow, she needs a babysitter?” they both giggled, “even though she’s really an adult? Why is she like that?”

  Lydia wanted to stand up and protect herself, but she knew Katie would just be mad, so she sat in the chair with a blank stare.

  “I don’t know,” Katie admitted, “I guess it’s called being a Little, so I did some research on it and I guess they like to dress and act like they’re Little instead of an adult.” Katie shrugged, “they wear childish clothes, do childish things, and basically never have to deal with responsibil
ity.”

  “Wow, that would be so nice,” the red haired girl said, “I would love to never have to deal with paying bills or worrying about what job I’m going to get or if I’ll ever be promoted high enough to afford everything I want.”

  “Not me,” Katie said regally, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, “I’d never want to be like her.”

  Lydia knew she intended it to be an insult, but she didn’t flinch or even acknowledge that she’d heard her.

  “Why does Brian have to take care of her like this?” the dark haired girl was staring at her like she was some kind of an alien, she didn’t like it and was getting irritated.

  “Well,” Katie said slowly, leaning into her friends, “I can’t really say very much because it’s confidential and all,” she half whispered, her friends leaning in closer, “but Brian said it’s this really big thing and he has to keep Lydia until he finds another place for her.”

  “Where will she go?”

  Lydia was fuming now. Katie was lying, she just had to be.

  “I don’t know where she’ll go,” Katie kept talking, “probably to some man who wants to take care of a Little since she won’t act any differently.”

  “No!” Lydia said with a scowl, drawing all attention to her, “Daddy said I could stay.”

  “Aww,” both girls said, “she calls him Daddy?”

  “Yeah,” Katie shot a hard glare at her, “it’s kinda disgusting huh?” she asked her friends.

  “I don’t know,” the redhead said, “I guess I’d like a Daddy of my own,” she said making the dark haired girl giggle.

  “Yeah, it’s actually kind of sexy,” the dark haired one said.

  “Eww, No!” Katie said sharply, “she in no way has anything sexual with Brian, she’s like a burden for him to take care of.”

  Lydia screwed up her face, biting the insides of her cheeks to remain silent.

  “I don’t know,” the redhead said seriously, “she’s like a Little kid right, well a Little kid needs to feel loved and protected by their parents. She’s using him as a substitute.” She looked to Katie, “does she call you Mommy?”

  Katie laughed.

  “Well it would make sense,” the dark haired one said, “I mean you’re gonna marry Brian one day, right?”

  “Well,” Katie said slowly, “yeah we are, so it does make sense,” Lydia refused to believe what she was hearing.

  For one, she was never going to call Katie mommy, never! And For two, Daddy had never told her that he was getting married, how could he keep that from her? He said Katie had her own place to live so he didn’t have to marry her.

  “Actually,” Katie said, “I think it’s a great idea.” She turned to Lydia, “from now on you call me Mommy just like you call Brian Daddy.”

  Lydia narrowed her eyes but Katie ignored her and turned back to her friends.

  “It will actually be kinda like getting ready to have Brian’s baby,” they all giggled, “plus it isn’t like it will be forever, I hope to move her out of here as soon as possible, once Brian finds her a home.”

  “No!” Lydia said, her cheeks blazing red, “Daddy said I could stay,” her little hands balled into fists, ”he said I never had to leave,” maybe that was a stretch of the conversation he’d had with her, but she was tired of hearing Katie say that she was weird and that she was going away and would never see Daddy again. Daddy wouldn’t let that happen, she just knew it.

  “Lydia!” Katie said sharply, standing from the sofa with her hands on her hips, “you know better than to raise your voice at Mommy like that,” the sick smile that spread across her lips had Lydia’s stomach twisting painfully, “you’ve earned yourself a spanking young lady.” She smirked.

  :”Oh…wow!” the redhead said, “you’re really going to spank her? Like a real spanking?”

  Katie nodded, “oh yeah, I’m really going to spank her. She obviously needs a good hard spanking to remind her to watch her tone,” then Katie pointed her finger at the errant Little girl, “get your little ass upstairs and bring back your hairbrush, and don’t you dare take your time doing it.”

  Lydia jumped out of the chair, running from the living room in tears. The sound of laughter followed behind her as she scurried up the stair case.

  She was up and down the stairs in a flash and was then standing before Katie with the heavy hairbrush in her trembling hands. The brush was a large oval brush made of thick wood. Lydia had a good idea that this was not going to be pleasant on her bare bottom and not nearly as short as Katie’s couple swats from the night before.

  “Take your panties off,” Katie snapped, “I can promise you won’t need them for a long while.”

  Lydia did as Katie ordered, tears already streaming down her cheeks as the other two women watched in awe. She was summarily pulled over Katie’s lap, her dress lifted to expose her bare bottom.

  “Oh my gosh, her ass is already all bruised,” one of the women screeched, “is that from another spanking?”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve had to spank her a few times already, she’s a real brat alright,” Katie said proudly, “I spanked her just the other day with a wooden spoon and a couple swats last night with this brush, but obviously she didn’t learn her lesson or learn that when she doesn’t obey I won’t hesitate to beat her Little ass.”

  The back of the brush landed on Lydia’s bare ass with a loud thwack that echoed in the vaulted living room. Her body arched up, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as her breath lodged in her throat. Oh dear lord, this was going to be bad.

  The wood slapping against skin sounded a deep staccato echo that seemed to smother her as it was the only sound she heard. Katie was merciless using the brush to mark every single inch of her bare bottom and up and down the backs of her thighs.

  Lydia tried desperately to avoid the wicked brush, but Katie was a whole lot stronger than she looked and easily held her in place over her lap, showing everyone in the room just how adept she was at spanking a woman’s ass.

  Lydia screamed and cried, begging for her to stop but Katie just laughed and continued until her arm must have tired as she threw the brush to the floor in a rush.

  The living room was instantly silent except for the Little woman lying over Katie’s lap screeching and crying. Lydia couldn’t get up, she was sobbing uncontrollably, sobs heaving in her chest as her body quacked and jerked. Even still, Katie expected her to obey when she ordered Lydia to stand before her.

  Lydia lifted up on her trembling arms and she slid to her feet, her legs wobbly and weak. They shook uncontrollably as she stood before Katie. She really tried to obey, she did, but her knees gave out and she fell to the carpet, her knees breaking her fall.

  “See,” Katie said to her friends, “just a rotten Little brat,” she pulled Lydia up by the arm, the brush landing on her bruised backside over and over in rapid succession as she dragged her from the room.

  “You never will listen, will you, you Little brat?” she screamed as she continued to paddle her ass as she bodily hauled her up the stairs and into her bedroom, the brush never stopping the incessant beating into her bruised and battered skin until she was thrown to the floor next to the bed.

  Lydia lay crumbled and sobbing on the floor while Katie went to the bathroom and put her hairbrush back in the drawer.

  “Get into your pajamas and into bed. You won’t eat or leave this room until I come get you tomorrow morning, do you understand?”

  “Yesss,” Lydia cried, her body completely drained.

  “Yes, what? Lydia?” Katie said with a smirk.

  She didn’t want to do it, and any other time she would have outright refused, no matter the consequences. But as Katie stood over her with her bottom still throbbing painfully, Lydia decided that it was best to take the safe road rather than invoke another spanking from the woman, “Yes, Mommy,” she said sullenly.

  “Good Little girl,” she said with a sneer, “and quit your sniveling, that wasn’t anything more than w
hat you deserved.” She left her to return to her friends.

  Lydia couldn’t get up off the floor, she was too weak, too tired to move. She could hear the women’s voices floating through the floor.

  “Damn Katie, that was harsh.” One woman said.

  “She deserved it,” Katie said defensively, “It would be harsh for a real child but it isn’t like she’s a child, we all know she’s a grown adult and knows better,” Katie said, “besides, I was tired of looking at her. It just creeps me out seeing her dressed like that.”

  “I guess you’re right, she is really an adult. How often do you have to spank her?”

  “I can spank her anytime I want,” Katie said proudly, “I could go up there right now and spank her again if I wanted to,” Lydia’s heart stopped at that statement.

  “What if next time I got a change to spank her?” one woman asked, “I really like to try using the belt on her? My dad used to do that when I was a kid, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to use the belt on someone because it sure worked on me,” one of the girls said.

  “Of course,” Katie agreed easily, “Brian probably won’t like that her skin is all bruised and stuff, but he’s hardly here anymore because he’s been working late hours. So I’ve been making sure she’s in bed before he gets here and Brian is never the wiser. We can beat her as often as we want and try out all kinds of stuff,” they all laughed.

  It sickened Lydia how the women discussed her like she was some kind of play toy. Why was Daddy allowing this to happen? If he was home more he would see that Katie was doing this to her. She’d really thought Daddy was a nicer man than Papa, but now she wasn’t so sure. He just left each day and forgot about her and didn’t even check on her when he got home.

  Lydia didn’t know how long she was on the floor in her room, but she did manage to change into pajamas and drag herself to her bed, certain that she would be having a hard time walking for a few days. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, Papa used to beat her until she was nearly unconscious sometimes and it would hurt for weeks. Obviously it would be the same way at Daddy’s house now since Katie was never going to stop.