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

by Rachel Burns

  “I trust that tomorrow we won’t have the same problems, Amelia.” The teacher gave me a very mean look.

  “We won’t, ma’am,” I promised her.

  I hurried out so Nanny wouldn’t have to wait too long. She was standing outside, talking with other nannies who already had their charges with them.

  Nanny’s eyes focused right in on the letter in my hand. She was shaking her head.

  My ear was already tingling. Nanny would grab it soon and give me more of the same.

  She said goodbye to the other nannies and marched off in the direction of our limo. The driver saw us coming and opened the door for us.

  After we were in, Nanny held out her hand for the letter.

  I gave it to her with my left hand. She didn’t notice that it was the wrong hand.

  Nanny replaced the letter in the envelope. She was shaking because she was so mad. Just as I expected, she grabbed my ear and pulled me over her lap. She quickly had me in tears.

  I was glad that the divider was up, and that the windows were all dark. It was a very long ride home, and she used the whole twenty minutes to spank me.

  I’d never been spanked with just her hand before, but believe me when I say she really didn’t need any help from her weapon.

  I was a terrible sobbing mess by the time we got home. Daddy had just pulled in ahead of us. I saw him smiling at the limousine as it parked next to his car.

  Nanny gave me a tissue and instructed me to clean myself up. She had me by my ear again as she pulled me out and marched over to Daddy.

  I saw Daddy’s face sink as he saw us, and he’d been smiling so nicely.

  Nanny held out the letter to him.

  His eyes widened as he saw it and realized what it was. “Take her to her room, Nanny.” He stayed by his car as he read the letter.

  Nanny let go of my ear and let me walk into the house with some form of dignity. Once I was in my room, she left, locking me in, as always.

  I stood by my window waiting.

  He’d threatened with the extra whipping often enough that Nanny believed him, too.

  I laid my hand flat against the wall and looked at my fingers. A couple fingers were bent and twisted the wrong way.

  Would they ever be pretty again?

  The door to Daddy’s room opened. “Okay Amelia, I told you what would happen. You were warned. I won’t tolerate any fussing from you. Get undressed quickly.” He already had the horsewhip in his hands.

  I was trembling as I removed my sweater and laid it down on the window seat. I removed the tie that was wrapped around my neck and laid it on the sweater. I unbuttoned my blouse as best as I could with just one hand. I laid that on the pile, too.

  I didn’t look at him as I undressed, but I could feel his eyes on me. Next, I removed my skirt and underwear, opening the buttons was torture. My backside already felt swollen. I removed my bra last.

  I looked over at him while I shook in fear. He’d seen me naked before, daily even, but I somehow felt especially naked at the moment.

  “The socks and shoes, too.”

  I sat down in the window and pushed my shoes off quickly and removed my left sock, and then I quickly removed the other one. I laid the socks on the pile and set the shoes together nicely like he always did.

  I stood up and folded my hands together effectively covering up my breasts and the area between my legs.

  “Follow me.” He turned back into his bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed just like the night when I’d gotten whipped because of that stupid doll. That had been a couple of weeks ago. I’d been doing so well, and he had so clearly warned me several of times.

  “Come all the way here and lay your hands on the base board. Good. Move your hair to the side.”

  I obeyed him, not wanting to make him any madder. I moved it to the side that he was standing on in a last ditch effort to cover myself up somewhat.

  He grabbed me by my hips and positioned me the way he wanted me. He must have felt me shaking because he started making hush noises.

  “How many did you get at school?” he asked.

  “Ten.”

  He made a funny noise deep in his throat. I wasn’t sure if he agreed that was a good number or if he thought it was too much or too little. “Are you ready?”

  That was new. He’d never asked that before. I tightly gripped into the bed with my left hand and nodded.

  He seemed to think that the back was the better place to whip. He gave me twenty lashes that made me cry out again and again.

  I was, once again, a mess of tears by the time he finished. I was practically lying over the bed end when he was finished anyway. I might as well have started out there.

  He picked me up and hugged me. “My poor little Amelia, please be good from now on.”

  I bawled into his shoulder and promised that I’d be good for the rest of my life.

  He laid me down on the bed where I cried and rolled around a bit. He lay down next to me and rubbed my shoulder and spoke so softly to me that I rolled in close to him before I fell asleep.

  I needed my terrible day to end.

  It was still light out when I woke up. My hand was throbbing worse than anything else. Which surprised me, seeing as how my hand had only gotten one whack. Whereas my backside had to take endless smacks.

  The pain was so much that I shot up into sitting and screamed for Daddy. He laid his arm around me so fast that I jumped in surprise.

  “Daddy, I know I’m not supposed to, but I did.”

  “Amelia, what are you talking about.” He was getting very nervous.

  “I – I – I didn’t mean to. Never again, never again.” I pulled my hand out to show him and sobbed and sniffled. “It hurts. So much that I couldn’t pay attention at school.”

  He’d been staring at me confused, but now he looked at my hand. “Amelia, tell me exactly what happened.” He was already pulling me out of bed and into his bathroom.

  “Nanny – ” I was afraid to go on.

  He changed his manner of speaking, so he sounded like he was talking to a two year old. “What happened with Nanny?” he asked.

  “She – I – the paddle.”

  “She paddled your hand?” He looked really pissed off. This coming from the man who had just whipped me like I was a horse, but I didn’t think they treated horses that badly.

  “No – well, yes.”

  “Which is it, Amelia?” he yelled at me. He never yelled.

  “I moved my hand back while she was – ” I blubbered on.

  I could see when recognition hit. He got us both quickly in the shower and cleaned us up. Then he dressed me, and we headed out of the door. We were in his car and speeding away from home so fast that my head was spinning.

  Daddy kept repeating that he’d make it better. He scolded me that I didn’t tell Nanny this morning then he changed his track saying that I should have said something at school.

  “But you had your important meeting, and I’d already caused so much trouble the night before. I didn’t want to disturb you,” I told him.

  “Of all the childish nonsense.” He shook his head and looked out of the window.

  “I’m sorry Daddy. I learned my lesson. I’ll never do it again. I swear, I won’t.” I was a wreck.

  He parked under his building in the garage. He wiped my eyes and told me that I had to pull myself together for him, so it wouldn’t look like he’d kidnapped me.

  That made me laugh, and we walked up to his office in peace.

  Daddy took me right into his office. He sat me down on his bench and rummaged around in his drawers getting this and that. He started by giving me shots.

  Those hurt too, and I let him know it. I knew that I was being a big baby, but the day had been too long, and I was at the end of my rope.

  He worked on fixing my fingers, which required him snapping them back into place.

  I screamed and fussed and even kicked him.

  He remained very calm and
continued.

  After fixing two of them, I pulled my hand away. “They’re fine now.” I held my hand over my heart and protected it by covering it with my other hand.

  “Amelia, I’m warning you. If you don’t stop fussing, you’re going over my lap.”

  I reluctantly gave him my hand back. He took my ring finger and yanked it straight. I shot up out of the chair and screamed out.

  He pushed me back down and quickly did the same with my pinky.

  I kicked at him again when he did that. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just needed to kick, and he was in the way.

  Daddy didn’t say anything. He even sat still and took it. Daddy worked on molding a brace for my fingers out of metal strips that had sponges glued on the inside. He was very concentrated.

  He probably hadn’t meant it about spanking me. Plus there was a huge floor to ceiling window glass wall in here. Anyone would be able to see me. He wouldn’t want that.

  He was very protective in that way. I relaxed a little and watched what he was up to. He really could make everything all better.

  Daddy finished and smiled at his work. He looked really pleased. “Okay. I think that will do it. I’ll be keeping tabs on it. On the way home, we can stop off and get your medicine. Come here.”

  “What? I’m right here.” We were sitting so close to each other that our knees were touching.

  “Amelia, I gave you fair warning. Come over my knees.” He was serious.

  “But it hurt and – ” I could see that he was set on this, and that this was going to happen no matter what.

  He held his arm out.

  I went to him again to face the inevitable. I probably hadn’t really stopped crying at all today.

  He helped me to lie down on his lap the way he wanted me. My skirt came up and my underwear down. He wasn’t one to waste time that way.

  The same hands that gently touched me before we slept each night, could briskly undress me, too.

  “Give me your hand.” He said it in a very businesslike way.

  “Amelia,” he sighed after I didn’t move.

  I reluctantly gave it to him again. My hand felt heavy because of the brace. It wasn’t used to it yet.

  He pinned it behind my back in a way that wouldn’t hurt if I didn’t struggle. His other hand came down.

  I’d already been hit so often that the first one already had me in tears.

  He continued to hit. He seemed to have a pattern going. Practice does make perfect. He had me limp over his legs in a matter of seconds, but he continued on.

  I grabbed onto his ankle and held on as tightly as I could. I started to really cry, just letting go of everything that had happened.

  “That’s right baby, just let it all out. You’ve had such a bad past couple of days. Just let go and cry it all out, and then it will be over.” His voice sounded so sweet, but his hand was still attacking me in a circular pattern, making sure he didn’t miss any area of me that needed attending.

  He pulled up my underwear and pulled my hand off of his ankle and held me tightly again.

  I cried on his chest, clinging to him and feeling perfectly safe in his arms.

  Daddy patted my back like I was a baby in need of burping. He was always doing that after a whipping, I thought.

  “Hush. It’s over now. Cry as long as you need to, sweetheart.” I needed to cry awhile. He held me and told me that he loved me. He kissed me and hugged me.

  Slowly, I calmed down. When I’d finished, I snuggled into him. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Amelia. Never forget that.”

  He held me a few minutes longer before he helped me to my feet while he cleaned up the stuff that we used. I took a tissue from his desk and wiped my eyes and nose.

  He smiled at me again, but it was a different kind of smile than he’d ever given me before. He looked more in love than ever before.

  Daddy wrapped his arm around me, and I placed my broken hand on his chest and wrapped my good arm around him too. He went out of the door of his office.

  He stopped in his tracks.

  I looked up at him to see why.

  He was staring at something ahead of him. It was one of his nurses.

  She was beet red as she looked at us. “I’m sorry, but the Mason’s have an appointment in ten minutes.”

  I looked at Daddy to see how he’d react.

  “With me?” he asked.

  “No, they just need a blood sample taken. This was the only time that they had time.” She looked terribly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, but I heard everything. My husband and I’ve also been talking about having a Christian domestic discipline marriage. Could I talk to you two about that? If it’s too personal, just tell me. But when I see the two of you holding on to each other like that, I just feel jealous. Being able to have that would make everything else okay, right?” She looked at me.

  I shrugged, unsure what to say.

  “Amelia, go wash your face up.” He gave me a push in the right direction. I saw him walk up to his nurse. “Please, keep everything you heard to yourself.”

  “Don’t worry I will. And please don’t tell anyone that Jim and I are also thinking about it.”

  “Our marriage started out this way. We’ve never done it a different way. My brother and his wife also practice such a marriage, and it works really well for them too.”

  “She agreed to that before the wedding?”

  “Not really, I only dropped hints, but now everything is settled and clear, no more surprises. It makes it easier for her. Like today she was so stressed out that she just needed it.”

  She nodded, “Thanks, but the idea still scares me.”

  “It’s all about love and trust. It won’t work otherwise.”

  She nodded again, but her hands were shaking. The Mason family arrived. Daddy greeted them and showed them into his office. They thanked him for coming in today just to take care of their son.

  I moved away from the door, glad that I hadn’t been caught eavesdropping.

  I washed my face a couple of times to help get rid of all the red. I hoped Daddy meant it when he said that my bad day was over now. The only good thing was that I hadn’t thought about that terrible movie anymore.

  I went back out to Daddy. He was beaming at a kid in a wheelchair. The child was obviously also mentally handicapped. Daddy talked very nicely to him. I stood off to the side quietly and just watched. Again I was seeing a side of him that I’d never seen before. He personally wheeled the kid into his office.

  The nurse went in after him. She came out a moment later when the phone rang. I watched her hit a button and whisper to Daddy, something about an emergency.

  “Yes, have him bring her right in,” he replied to his nurse.

  She went back into Daddy and then came out with a few tubes full of blood. She called a company to pick it up and send it off to a lab. Watching her, I was glad that I didn’t have to work. It looked so stressful.

  She called me over to her. “Are you alright?” she whispered.

  I nodded. Her question embarrassed me.

  “How often – ?”

  “Rarely and then a lot.” I was beet red.

  She nodded and bit her lip a little. “My husband wants an answer yet today. He’s getting a little mad with my games. I’m just so scared.”

  I nodded again. “That’s the whole point.”

  Daddy and the family came out. He introduced me to them, and they told me how great my husband was. I smiled at him. He told the nurse that she could go home after they’d left. She offered to stay but Daddy sent her off.

  She was still putting off the talk with her husband. I had to smile at that. I gave her a sympathetic smile as she left.

  Daddy wrapped me in his arms again and held me tightly. “We can leave soon. I just have to take care of one of your friends from school. Do you think you could sit nice if I took you out for dinner.”

  “Truthfully, Daddy, I’m not sure.” The thought of havi
ng to sit and smile nicely was even painful.

  “You have to sit in the car on the way home. Keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

  He held me until a girl from another class came in with her Daddy. She was crying, too. Her Daddy looked worried. They were like us. They were both still young.

  “Wait here. I’ll hurry, sweetheart.” He ushered them into his office.

  I went into the waiting room and noticed that he’d bought more blocks. I built a castle while I waited. I kneeled to do it. The skin on my bottom felt so tight and burned, worse than any sunburn.

  It hurt worse than my back, which was saying something.

  Daddy came out with them. Her daddy looked really mad now. My Daddy looked a little upset too. I looked at them confused.

  Daddy was writing something down for her daddy. “Oliver, give this to her, and an enema.”

  “That isn’t all she’s going to get. Come on, Emily.” She was still crying as he pulled her out of the door.

  I looked at Daddy, who was shaking his head.

  “I can’t tell you – but if you ever stuffed yourself like she did, I’d lay you over my knee, too. Her daddy thought it was her appendix.”

  “Oh.” I looked at the door that they left through. She was one of those girls at school who went around and asked other girls if they wanted their dessert. I’d given her my dessert twice already, on the days that I didn’t care for it.

  “I see you found the blocks again.” He looked really pleased. “Would you like some for at home, sweetheart?”

  “That’s okay. I don’t have enough room in my room anyway.” I got up and went to him.

  Normally, I’d have given him my right hand, but it was all bound up. He’d have held my hand with his left hand, and he’d have his right hand free. I looked up at him confused. How did he want to do this? He’d had his arm around me as we came in.

  I got a smile as he offered me his right hand. I moved around to his other side.

  “Tell me, sweetheart, what did you build.” He loved talking to me like I was a child.

  “It isn’t a copy of anything this time. I was my own architect.”

  He did indeed take me out to eat, but it was at a simple diner with a soft booth. He was being very considerate.