Climbing off the black stead, he held his hands up to lift Kylie down from where she’d been sitting before him. He frowned as he felt how light she was, was it possible she’d lost more weight?
He needed to up the amount of bottles and food she was eating. He also needed to start watching her bowel movements; he had yet to change a dirty nappy. That was about to change.
“Here you go, baby girl.” He set her on her bottom on the rug he’d laid out. Leaning over, he brushed a bit of flyaway blonde hair out of her face. “Isn’t this nice?”
There was no reply and he frowned. “Come here and let Daddy check your diaper, please.”
Ahh, that got a reaction he saw, pleased. Her shocked face had turned towards him at his request. Perhaps he’d been enabling her passivity, he’d certainly never pushed her to participate, had just done what needed to be done without her input. Suddenly he saw where he’d been going wrong. It was time to give her a push.
“Little girl, are you being disobedient? I want you to crawl over here so Daddy can check if you’ve dirtied your diaper.”
Her eyes widened at that, her indrawn breath audible and still she didn’t move.
“One,” he said warningly.
She stayed still.
“Two.”
She didn’t move.
“Three.”
She just stared at him, still as a rock.
He knelt up and clasping her about the waist, gently pulled her over and face down across his knee.
“That was very disobedient of you, baby. Daddy needs to check your diaper often so he can change you when you’re wet or dirty. You wouldn’t like to be stuck in a dirty diaper, now would you? Now stay still while Daddy checks to see if you’ve dirtied your diaper.”
Kylie wiggled a little at his words, letting out a small noise of protest as he pulled the back of the diaper away from her bottom.
“Not dirty, let’s see if you’re wet.” He placed two fingers between her legs and the diaper and felt around for a while.
“All dry, too. Still, the nappy will have to come off for the spanking you’ve got coming, won’t it?”
Reagan sat staring at the diaper covered bottom over his lap and suddenly felt sick. He was acting exactly how he didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he was being abusive; any other Daddy would expect compliance from their baby girl’s and wouldn’t hesitate to spank her for not obeying him. It wouldn’t matter that it was such a little thing, little girls, all women on Rayshod, were expected to obey their father or husband.
But Kylie had been abused at the hands of a sick man who had punished her for everything and at the moment Reagan was supposed to be building her trust in him, not smashing it to pieces before it had barely begun to form. Now was not the right time to spank her. When the time was right, when she trusted him enough she’d let him know.
He watched her lie there, tense, not fighting and knew this was the wrong tact to take. But still, he couldn’t let her think disobedience would be tolerated. In his experience, little bits of disobedience soon escalated into large ones.
“However, since we’ve been together such a short time, little girl, Daddy is going to let you away with a warning. But I expect you to obey me next time, understand?” He patted her diaper clad bottom gently until she relaxed and nodded.
The next few hours were so peaceful and enjoyable that when her defiance came it shocked the hell out of him.
He couldn’t believe it, was Kylie actually throwing a tantrum? A crying, pouting, shouting tantrum?
Reagan blinked, thinking he was dreaming. Here he was swearing he’d wait weeks, months, for her to trust him enough to get to this stage and less than three hours later here she was.
Letting go, becoming a baby, trusting him to punish but not hurt her.
And he’d better get on with it if he was to maintain that trust and any sort of hold over her.
“Kylie Alexandra! This is not acceptable behavior young lady. Now, I know you’re tired, which is why we need to go home and get you to bed. Now stop this tantrum at once.” He made certain his voice held warning, was stern enough that she knew consequences would follow if she did not cease this behavior at once.
But she merely looked up at him mulishly, her arms folding across her chest. “No, I don’t wanna!”
“Kylie, last warning.”
“I wanna stay out here!” she stated very loudly, her legs and hands now pounding on the rug beneath her.
“Right, you’ve been given plenty of warning young lady, and I will not tolerate a tantrum.” He quickly strode over to where she sat, and pulling her up into his arms carried her to a tree stump a few meters away. Sitting on the stump, he placed a squirming, loudly protesting Kylie between his spread thighs. Moving quickly despite having to hold her thrashing hands in one of his, he undid her diaper and let it drop to the ground.
Then she was over his left thigh, her legs trapped between his, her hands trapped at the small of her back by one of his as his free hand began to smack her white bottom.
It didn’t take many spanks to have her calming, her squirming stilling as she began to cry and beg him to stop.
Smack! Smack!
“Temper tantrums are not an acceptable behavior, young lady,” he said sternly before pushing her further forward so the underside of her bottom and the tops of her thighs were in easy reach of his hand.
“Please, Daddy, I’m sorry. Please stop.”
“You need to listen and do as Daddy asks you to, miss. I know what is best for you and obviously what is best is getting you home and into bed for a much needed sleep.”
Smack! Smack! His hand spanked her until her skin was a blushing, bright red and she was lying, sobbing on his lap. He stopped himself from carrying on, aware that this was their first spanking together and he didn’t want to scare or frighten her.
Drawing her up into his arms, he arranged her legs on either side of his as she rested on his lap, her sore bottom only touching air as he rocked gently.
She cried quietly, snuffling against him as he just delighted in the feel of her. It took him about ten minutes to realize she’d been quiet for a while and as he pulled back to look into her face he realized that she’d fallen asleep.
With a smile on her face.
Chapter Four:
“Daddy, I need to go potty,” Kylie begged. She was desperate; she’d just awoken from a long nap, having no recollection of making it back from the picnic. She remembered the spanking, heck she still felt it on her bottom, then being held tightly, safely in Reagan’s arms, then nothing until she’d awoken with her bowels cramping, demanding that she release them
So far she’d managed not to poop her diapers, having no wish to have Reagan change her dirty diaper. But her body had decided otherwise, her stomach was raging, gurgling in a most unpleasant way.
“Daddy!” she begged, staring over at Reagan who’d just entered her bedroom, a bottle held in his hand. He stepped up to her cot and lowered the side, his hand coming down to press softly on her tummy, making her glare up at him.
“Those prunes working, huh, baby?”
She remembered the icky prunes he’d made her eat at the picnic and groaned softly.
“Daddy, please, potty!” She made to roll off the cot, but his hand merely pressed against her stomach making her groan.
“You’re not potty trained darling; you need to use your diapers. Once you go poopy, I’ll change you and feed you your bottle, okay?”
She clasped his hand as he made to move away.
“No, Reagan, please, not that,” she stared imploringly up into his eyes and saw him thinking for a long moment. Then he nodded.
“Okay, darling, you don’t have to use your diapers.” She sighed in relief, slumping back.
“But you can’t use a toilet by yourself; Daddy will have to help you.”
She looked up in concern, biting her bottom lip, but just then a cramp hit her hard and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.
“Okay,” she groaned. He picked her up and carried her into the attached bathroom. Not for the first time, Kylie found herself thankful that while Rayshod had denounced most modern things and turned to the old ways, indoor plumbing was one of the modern luxuries that they had kept.
She was in so much distress that she barely noticed Reagan stripping off her diaper and plopping her onto the toilet, as her bowels gave way she groaned softly in relief. His chuckle had her blushing and hiding her face in her hands.
“Can I be alone, Daddy?” she asked softly.
“No way, baby,” he replied cheerfully, holding her arms as she sat on the toilet. So she sat there and put up with the embarrassment of having him standing in front of her.
“I’ve finished, Daddy,” she said, trying to reach for the toilet paper.
“Uh-uh, just wait there, please, little girls often think they’re finished, but they’re really not. I’ll have to get a potty I think. I didn’t think I’d need one, but if you’re not going to use your diaper it would be best to have a potty on hand.”
Kylie sat, blushing furiously as he spoke. Hell, maybe using the diaper would have been better.
After a few minutes of sitting there, which felt like hours to her, he told her to lean forward. Then with a handful of toilet paper he proceeded to wipe her clean before flushing the toilet.
Picking her up, he carried her back into her bedroom and laid her on the change table.
“Now, let’s get you all cleaned up so you can have your bottle, shall we?” He split her legs and proceeded to wash her thoroughly with a cloth.
“Still got a red little bottom here, don’t we darling?” he said, chuckling as he ran the cloth over her bottom. She winced slightly at the feel of the rough cloth.
“My naughty little tantrum thrower.”
Then the diaper was placed around her privates and he gathered her up in his arms and sat with her on the rocker, feeding her a bottle, his hand lightly patting her diaper.
Who knew that when Ben brought home a wife that it would lead to Reagan and Ian finding women of their own? He sent out a silent thank you to his brother and his wife.
Just as Reagan was thinking of his brother, Ben was sitting on the bed staring over at the corner where his wife was standing naked, her red, scorching bottom on display. He’s spanked her long and hard then placed her in the corner twenty minutes ago and still her stubbornness hadn’t been broken. He was determined to make her see the error in her ways.
“Come over here, wife.”
He sighed inwardly as she turned stiffly and strode over towards him, her body language angry, the glint in her eyes pure fury.
“And what do you have to say to me?”
“I say you’re being completely unreasonable, Ben!” She stomped her foot, her arms crossing over her naked breasts.
Ben’s fury sparked. “Unreasonable! Unreasonable! It is not unreasonable to expect my wife not to run off like a spoilt child when she doesn’t get her way.”
She glared at him, clearly unimpressed by his ire. “I did not run away and you damn well know it. I was merely going to see Kylie and Reagan.”
“You were not given permission to leave!” he roared, infuriated by her clear defiance.
“I asked you to take me and you wouldn’t! What else was I supposed to do?”
He looked at her incredulously. “You were supposed to do as you were told and wait for Reagan to contact us. He doesn’t need your interference, wife. Instead you willfully disobeyed me, you ran off by yourself without protection and now, even after a spanking, you’re still not showing any sign of remorse. Obviously I didn’t spank you long enough.”
With that he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her face down over the high bed. Her hips hung off the end of the bed, only the tip of her toes able to touch the floor. Reaching over he grabbed the paddle he’d placed on the side table and without any hesitation began to paddle her already red bottom.
“No, Ben, you’re being cruel. Oww, stop it! I’m already sore. Stop!”
Ben ignored her pleas, his hand firm on her lower back, holding her down when she would have risen. Her feet kicked backwards, her hands pelting on the bed like a little girl having a tantrum.
“You disobeyed me, you put yourself in danger and you’re not repentant in the least, I’m going to keep spanking you, young lady until you show some sense.”
Risa began to sob, her fight slowly dying as the spanking continued. “I just wanted to make sure Kylie is all right.”
“I know you do,” he said understandingly, throwing away the paddle and continuing to spank with his hand, he didn’t want to bruise her. “But you need to trust me. I would never have sent her away with Reagan if I thought it would hurt her.”
“I-I know, I’m sorry.” This time he heard the true sincerity in her voice. He rolled her over to her side and lying down on his back, pulled her into his side.
His hand rubbed her back, waiting for her to calm. But she cried on and on and he began to worry he’d been too harsh on her.
When she stopped sobbing it took him a while to realize she’d fallen asleep against his chest. Moving slowly so as not to wake her, he moved from the bed and covered her with a light blanket before moving out of the room. He’d quickly grab some work and bring it back up; he didn’t want to be away from her long. There was something wrong and he was determined to find out it was.
When Risa awoke the first thing she felt was the deep throbbing of her bottom.
“Oww,” she moaned, reaching back to rub her bottom.
“Bit sore there, darling?” Ben’s voice was gentle, sympathetic and she opened her eyes to find him leaning over her, a look of concern on his face. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside her.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, truly ashamed by her behavior. “I don’t know what came over me, running off like that. I do trust you, really I do.”
His hand brushed her face gently. “What’s wrong, Risa? You’ve been all over the place lately. One minute you’re happy, the next you’re in tears. You’ve been looking very tired lately, and worn out. Frankly, I’m worried as hell.”
Risa nodded. “I’m sorry; I’ve been very out of sorts. I’m just so tired all the time, everything feels like an effort. And-and I’ve been sick too.”
“What?” he snapped, looking down at her incredulously. “And why have you not told me about this, young lady?”
She lowered her gaze from his angry one. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Sweetheart, it’s my right to worry about you, you’re my wife and I love you.” He brushed his hand over her face as a knock at the door sounded. Risa lay on the bed as he stood up and went to open the door, expecting it to be one of the servants. But when Ben returned to the side of the bed, an older, serious man accompanied him, a black bag held in his hand.
“Risa, sweetheart, this is Doctor Jamieson, Doc, my wife Risa. I’m going to go order some dinner brought up while Doc examines you, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.”
Before Risa could open her mouth to protest Ben was out the door, leaving her smiling weakly up at the Doctor.
When Ben returned the Doctor was just finishing his exam. He stood and smiled at them both as they waited anxiously on the bed, Ben sitting, Risa lying down.
“Well, I think you might want to take it a bit easier on the spanking, sir,” he directed this at Ben while packing up his instruments.
“What? Why?” Risa saw Ben pale as he looked at her in alarm. She took his hand tears running down her face as his face grew more frantic.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Are you ill?” She shook her head, unable to answer.
“She’s not ill,” the doctor replied. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations.”
The Doctor left the room with a smile on his face as the new Daddy to be let out a shout of joy.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Let’s go outside for a while, shall we, b
aby?” Kylie looked up from where she was playing with her dolls on the rug to stare up at Reagan, and nodded, smiling slightly. It had two weeks since Reagan had brought her here and she was shocked by how changed she felt. Her emotions had filtered back in drips and drabs, but her trust in Reagan had grown in leaps and bounds.
Being a big little girl was surprisingly easy. She liked having Reagan look after her, take care of her, it made her feel so safe and, well, loved. Even though he’d never brought love up she’d noticed a warm glint in his eyes when he stared at her, knew their relationship was moving on, and was pleased.
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