Daddy's Sweetheart Parts 1-5: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  No one had ever given me anything before him, so I truly appreciated the things he did give me. I looked back at him and smiled.

  “We should watch another movie this evening.” He looked very happy.

  I nodded immediately. We’d done that once before we’d gotten married. I loved it.

  “That’s settled then, sweetheart.” He sat down, and the servants brought in our food. Daddy told me about the movie he wanted to watch, a love story about vampires. If I liked it, he’d get me the books, and we could watch the other movies.

  I knew what he was talking about then. The books had been frowned upon at school. So the girls had read them over summer and winter vacations.

  I’d been so curious about the books too. This would be my chance to see the movie and then read the books. I was really excited.

  It made me feel normal.

  Daddy was right I was fascinated. We talked about the movie after it was finished. Daddy held me on his lap while we did.

  I begged to watch the next movie right away, but Daddy’s no was firm.

  I pouted.

  He got really serious and threatened to give me a spanking.

  I stopped right away.

  Daddy brought me down to bed. He tucked me in after looking at the spanking Nanny had given me.

  As always, he was interested in her handy work.

  He lay in bed next to me, and we slept.

  It was the same way the next evening. We ate together and watched our movie and went to sleep. He was even being especially nice to me.

  Nanny let me read the books by day after doing an hour of penmanship practice. My life was looking up.

  The next day the same thing happened. I had a very relaxing day.

  Nanny felt that reading was also learning. Plus this gave her more time to read her dyslexia books. She wanted to be the best nanny she could be.

  I couldn’t complain about that.

  Chapter 2 – My Favorite Colors

  Brian looked around unsure. They just had so much stuff here. This toy store was the best and he always got all the toys that he had in his waiting room here.

  He often saw patients in here with their families.

  The families would be arguing until they saw him. Then the parents would lay their arms around their children and pretend that everything was rosy.

  Brian understood that kids could get greedy in a toy store.

  Brian looked up at shelves of games. He knew that Amelia would still have her period. He’d worked out the math. She should still have it if she was regular. He wanted to show her that he was there for her. That it didn’t matter.

  Would she be disappointed in time when she never got pregnant?

  Would she point fingers at him?

  He’d have to admit the truth if she came to him. This was probably something that he should have told her before they’d gotten married. Would she leave him when she found out?

  “Brian, is that you? Hey man, it’s good to see you.”

  Brian turned around. Travis, a friend from university, was standing there.

  “Hey, I haven’t seen you since graduation.” Brian stepped forward and hugged his friend. “How have you been?”

  First then, did Brian notice the woman holding Travis’s hand. She didn’t let go, not even when they hugged each other. She was rolling her eyes

  “I’m doing great. How about you? Are you buying toys for sick children?” Travis joked.

  “No, I wanted to get something for my wife.”

  Travis looked so surprised. “Your wife?” He looked over at his girlfriend and then back to Brian. “When did you get married?”

  “A couple of weeks ago. It was a small wedding.”

  “You’re already married. Wow. Congratulations. That’s fantastic.”

  Brian was hard put to keep his eyes on Travis, because his girlfriend had taken hold of his arm with both of her hands, and she was yanking on it.

  Brian could see that Travis was used to this. He wasn’t even glancing at her.

  She was acting so childish that Brian was shocked with her behavior. His Amelia would never embarrass him like that.

  That’s when it hit him. Travis and his girlfriend had a similar relationship as he and Amelia did.

  “Knock it off, brat. Give me a moment to talk to my grown up friend. Go and look at that computer thing you wanted. But stay where I can see you,” he called after her.

  Both men watched her stomp off.

  “Sorry, my girlfriend has a bit of a temper,” Travis explained.

  “That’s okay. Say, why don’t the two of you come over to the house on Sunday. We can throw some meat on the grill. That way you could meet my Amelia. She’s so amazingly beautiful.”

  “Wow, you’re still a happy groom. Sure, we’ll be glad to come. I just hope that the brat doesn’t get any fancy ideas about marriage. She’s a handful.”

  Brian was surprised that Travis would talk that way about a woman willing to play along with his needs.

  Brian would never bad talk Amelia behind her back.

  ***

  “Amelia, time to eat,” Nanny called to me.

  I immediately placed a bookmark in my spot and thought to myself how effective spankings were. I never read any longer than allowed.

  I stood up and stretched. My muscles were all cramped up after reading all day today.

  It was Friday. That meant that I was in Daddy’s care now. Nanny always had the weekends off. Daddy said that he’d sometimes have business to take care of on weekends, but it hadn’t happened yet.

  I went to the bathroom before we went down to eat.

  Daddy was already waiting in the entryway for me. He had a present held behind his back. It was too big to hide. He was grinning again. “Which hand?” he asked.

  “Both,” I laughed.

  He pulled it out from behind his back and gave it to me.

  I took it to the steps and sat down. I arranged my dress so I looked proper. Nanny often praised me, saying that I always sat like a little lady.

  I laid the long and thin box on my lap and carefully opened the ribbon around it. Then I turned it over, carefully opening the paper where it was taped.

  “You can rip it if you want,” Daddy laughed.

  “I’ve never opened a present before. I want to take my time.” I smiled back at him.

  Both Nanny’s and his face dropped. They weren’t smiling anymore.

  I stopped unwrapping and started crying. I’d said something wrong. I hung my head and sobbed.

  Having my period was making me cry all the time. I cried while reading my book, while Nanny waxed all the hair away from my body. She left the hair on my head of course, but nowhere else.

  And now I was crying because somebody had finally thought enough to give me a gift to unwrap. “I’m sorry,” I told them, wishing I knew how to act correctly and what the right thing to say was in every situation.

  Daddy sat down next to me and lifted me with his strong hands onto his lap. I laid my head on his chest.

  “Sweetheart, open your gift. The first of many.”

  I wiped my tears away and obeyed him. It was monopoly. “Thank you, Daddy.” I smiled at the game. We had games in the lounges at school. I liked them. I was even good at Monopoly.

  “I thought we could play tonight.” He continued, uncertain, “Have you ever played before?”

  “Yes, at school.” I gave him another smile.

  He looked relieved as he set me on my feet and stood up himself. He laid his arm around my shoulders and rubbed my arm as he led me into the dining room.

  The servants brought us our food, and Nanny spoke to Daddy about my penmanship, always an interesting topic for both of them.

  I sat up perfectly straight and thought about something else.

  I was keeping tabs on what they were saying, but my thoughts were by my book. I could hardly wait until Monday to read them again.

  “We’ll be having visitors on Sunday. A
friend of mine from university will be visiting us with his little girl. She isn’t as fortunate as you are. She doesn’t have her own Nanny.”

  “What does she do during the day when he’s at work?” I asked. She could get away, so easily.

  I was surprised that was my first thought. I only wanted to run when I was getting a spanking. If they were being good to me, I was pretty happy.

  After being an ignored and even hated child, I relished the love and attention that they gave me.

  I had once run away as a child and didn’t come home for a couple of days. It had been summer, so I slept in the garden. When I came back, no one batted an eye.

  If I were gone, it would be noticed within five minutes here. This was better.

  “He’s a stay-at-home daddy,” my Daddy answered me.

  “Oh.” I drew my head back a little. It must have been obvious from my body language that I didn’t approve.

  Nanny had an eye on me. She nodded, agreeing with me. “Will this young lady be appropriate for our Amelia?” She looked skeptical.

  “Her Daddy is a good friend of mine, so I want our guests treated decently. Have I made myself clear?” Daddy looked from me to Nanny.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I nodded eagerly. Who cared if she had a nanny or not, this would be a change of pace. Perhaps it would be a chance to make a friend.

  He looked at Nanny and waited.

  I could see the wheels turning in her head. There was something about this that she really didn’t like.

  “Of course, sir. If you wish, I can offer my presences here on Sunday, in case the girls need anything. That way you can have a chance to catch up with your friend in peace without little girls disturbing you.”

  “That’s a good idea, Nanny. I kindly accept the offer. You will, of course, be financially rewarded for working on the weekend, and because you’ll have two to care for, and not just one.”

  Daddy was more interested in his friend, than in his friend’s little girl. I seemed to be the only little girl that he cared about. That comforted me a lot.

  We’d gone to visit the school that I’d be attending in Fall. There were lots of little girls there (young wives, of rich men, dressed up as little girls in school uniforms). Daddy didn’t give any of them a second glance.

  That had helped me with my worry that he may have ever hurt a child. As a pediatrician, he came into contact with lots of children every day.

  It was my worry that he could live out the fantasy, which seemed to mean so much to him, with someone besides me. I was pretty sure that he didn’t.

  It gave me the feeling that my being here served the purpose to protect others who were even younger than me.

  If he had me, then he could leave other people’s beloved children alone. I was keeping them safe.

  After Nanny left for the evening, we played our game and ate unhealthy snacks.

  “You win again, sweetheart. How are you doing that? I mean, what’s your secret?” Daddy was smiling as I cleaned up all of my money and put it back in the box.

  “You mean because you do this in real life?” I snickered back.

  At first, I’d thought that he was letting me win, but I noticed that he was really trying. “If I tell you, do you promise not to laugh?”

  His eyes twinkled. “I promise.” He pressed his lips together, so he wouldn’t laugh.

  I sat down on his lap and looked up at him with my dark blue eyes. “I only buy the properties with the colors I like, or if you have two of the same color, then I buy the third, so I can trade it for one of my colors.”

  He threw his head back and laughed with all his heart. His whole body was shaking with laughter. His hands had moved to hold me so I wouldn’t fall as he laughed.

  “You promised,” I complained. I stood up and put my hands on my hips.

  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I wasn’t laughing at you I was laughing because it worked.” He tried to make a serious face.

  “You do realize that in real life the colors that I just happen to like best, are the low income housing and the upper housing income, which in real life are also the properties that, make the most turnover. Whereas you kept on buying the middle income housing, which just isn’t where the major deals are being made.”

  That had him laughing again. “Out of the mouths of babes. Who would have thought that you’d be giving your Daddy tips on how to do his job?”

  Daddy was also a businessman. He and his brother continued their father’s work.

  My Daddy was practically famous. His family had been one of the richest families in America (probably still were, for all I knew).

  They’d built up the industry in this country. They were in the history books. Daddy had responsibilities in that direction, too.

  He wrapped his arms around me and led me up the stairs. Daddy was pretty strict about bedtimes. My first spanking from him had been about that.

  I prided myself on being a quick learner. I’d never been punished for the same thing twice.

  He’d bring me to bed and pretend to fall asleep. Sometimes, he would get up again and leave his bedroom.

  Because I still had my period, I was sleeping in my own bed. He’d be bringing me to bed like I was a real little girl tonight.

  I burned to know what age he wanted me to be, but I didn’t dare ask.

  Sometimes, he wanted me to be a little girl who couldn’t even get herself dressed, and at other times he wanted me to be a smart school kid. I played it by ear.

  He brought me into my room through his. I couldn’t get out of my room unless I went through his or Nanny’s room. I was locked in, but it was something that we just didn’t mention.

  Well, Daddy and I had talked about it once. After a bit, he pretended that the conversation didn’t happen.

  Which was probably the best thing for me. He’d said he’d do anything for me. I’d asked him if he could stop, and he didn’t answer.

  He couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t leave.

  I had to make the best out of my situation.

  “Off you go.” He pushed me in the direction of the bathroom. He was turning down my bed.

  I was finished when he came in to pick out my pajamas. He picked out the pink satin ones.

  I started in brushing my teeth. He got my hairbrush out of the drawer and set it down on the counter. “Brush in circles, sweetheart.”

  I nodded and brush in circles for a couple of seconds. Then I went back to going back and forth and biting.

  “Circles, sweetheart.”

  “Where did you meet your friend today? Not at your office? Is his little girl sick.” I looked at him through the mirror.

  “No, it was when I was buying your game. She’s fine. I don’t think they’ll be canceling. She seemed nice, not as well behaved as you are, but nice enough,” he answered.

  I nodded, thinking about what he’d said. “What do you mean by not as well behaved as I am? She isn’t going to be wild and end up cutting my hair or something like that, is she?”

  Terrible things were going through my head. I figured if God make people the way Daddy was, then he probably made women who would correspond to that, too.

  “No, she was just fussy. You’d have waited quietly for Daddy to stop talking. She pulled on his arm and tried to drag him away, and she kept interrupting us. He called her brat the whole time. You aren’t a brat.” He’d pushed my hair lovingly to the side, so he could open the zipper on the back of my dress.

  He removed my dress and put it to the side. I just had to step out of it when he politely asked me to do so.

  I finished with my teeth and turned so he could open the buttons on my blouse. He removed it and set it to the side.

  Daddy was always very careful of our things. He never just threw his shoes in the corner, thinking the maid could clean it up. He had a picture in his head what the perfect life should look like. Now that he had me his dream life was complete.

  “Is Nanny going to have a tough time of it on Su
nday?” I asked.

  “I don’t know, but she’ll probably be really glad that she gets to take care of you and not her. That girl sure could use a nanny. But she can’t have yours.” He tapped my nose with his finger.

  I sat down so he could take my shoes off. He then rolled down my socks. His hands brushed over my leg as he did that.

  “So soft and smooth. Your nanny takes very good care of you. I think every little girl can profit from an experienced nanny.”

  Daddy put my dirty socks in the hamper. “Nanny got a call the other day. It was from a woman who wants to become a nanny. She wants to look over Nanny’s shoulder for a week. I said no, but maybe I should change my mind. Nanny could help train her. Maybe Cindy’s Daddy could hire her. What do you think?”

  He had me naked in the meantime. He was holding my pajama bottoms open, so I could slip my foot in.

  I grabbed onto his shoulders for balance and lifted my foot into my pajamas. “I don’t know. I don’t like the idea of being a guinea pig.”

  Part of Nanny’s job was disciplining me. She’d have to show the nanny-in-training the proper way to spank me. She did it differently when we weren’t playing school. The school way wasn’t as bad as with the paddle over her knee in the bathroom. That was pain that wasn’t quickly forgotten.

  “Nanny is very professional. She isn’t going to spank you without cause, just so she could show someone how it’s done.” He smiled at me as he helped me into my pajama top and did up the buttons.

  Since when was he able to read my thoughts so well, I wondered. He sat me down and brushed my hair. He loved my long hair.

  I sat there very quietly and just let him. When he finished, he put my brush away.

  It was time for bed. He led me to bed and tucked me in. I expected him to pick out a book to read to me, but he didn’t.

  Instead, he lay down next to me and pulled me close. “I’m so happy that you came into my life, sweetheart. You make your Daddy very happy.”

  I beamed at him. I loved being loved. “I love you too, Daddy.”

  He held me tightly as I fell asleep on his chest.

  The next day was Saturday, and my period was over. I was once again uncertain what to do.