by Rachel Burns
I shook my head.
“Me neither.” She smiled a little at me. Her Daddy was also busy talking.
I looked around and saw that the other girls were talking. I tried to think of something to say. “Do they do this ever year?” I asked her for the sake of conversation.
“Yes, my Daddy said so, but this is the first time I’m allowed to go. Last year would have been too soon.”
“This is my first time, too. I’m Amelia by the way.” That was a really stupid thing to say after already having said it, and because I was sitting in front of a plate that had a cookie with my name on it.
“I know who you are. You’re the one that can sing really well, and your daddy is my doctor.” She nodded at the end and looked away from me. She didn’t seem very talkative. In fact, I was afraid that she’d burst out into tears.
I reached under the table and took her hand in mine, just like Rose did in the beginning with me.
She didn’t pull away.
Samantha’s daddy got up and called everyone to attention. Samantha beamed up at him. He was standing at the head of the table.
“First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming. You can even consider yourselves lucky. We’re the lucky ten couples who managed to get a spot this year.” He smiled at Samantha lovingly. “Twenty others had to be turned away. So back to us. I have an itinerary for each Daddy. We have the next five days planned out so that we can have time with our wives and time with the other daddies.” He walked around the table and handed each daddy an itinerary. It had several pages.
“Now as you can see there are different options for all the activities. Some little girls will want to play outside.” He smiled over at his wife. “Whereas others would rather do activities inside. The daddies can decide.
“A few activities, like dinner this evening are for every one. Generally, meals will be taken together here at this table. The exception is of course this evening. Dinner will be in the winter garden. Tables for two are set up in there. Dress is formal. People impress me.” He smiled out at everyone.
The men laughed a little.
The mood was just fantastic except Amanda next to me. I was still holding her hand.
I glanced around her and looked at her Daddy. He was a typical daddy, older and gray. I guessed him to be fifty, at least. I was being kind with my estimation. He’d smiled at the joke. He looked nice enough, but so did my daddy, who could be strict too. Daddy could hurt my feelings too. I was due my next warning spanking in four days.
Would he do that to me here?
He talked on about things like sledding and drinking hot chocolate whenever we wanted. “We’re honored to have Dr. … and his little girl with us this year. So if anyone eats too many of those chocolates that they have spread around here, they can see him.”
Everyone laughed again. Daddy rose up a little in his seat and nodded at the others. He looked really pleased.
Samantha’s daddy waited for a maid to leave the room before he continued. “A few daddies have asked me to remind the girls that even here you need to be on your best behavior. No one will think anything about a young lady turned over her daddy’s knees.” He looked at his little girl again. All the Daddy’s did.
I let go of Amanda’s hand and nodded as Daddy looked at me.
The food came in then. Maids brought in our food by the plates.
Daddy removed our cookies.
I wondered if he’d still be so strict about sugar. I longed to take a bite out of it, a big one, while holding upside down so the frosting would land on my tongue.
The girl that had come into Daddy’s practice on that night where I seemed to have been spanked constantly was sitting across from me. She’d finished her cookie already. Her daddy had given her his, and she was eating it while they waited to get their plates. She hadn’t learned her lesson, but apparently he hadn’t either. He was sitting next to her just smiling away as she ate.
Daddy might be busy tonight, I mused.
Daddy was still talking to Heather’s daddy. They seemed to be getting along just great. He also spoke to other daddies across the table.
I got a feeling that he was really popular. I wondered what his life had been like before I’d come along. I decided to ask him about that later.
Daddy pretty much ignored me in favor of his fellow daddies. He seemed to be in the thick of all their conversations.
It sounded like he’d spent time with most of the other daddies privately. I was finding out that my daddy played squash and things like that during his lunch hour. Only he took more time than just an hour.
He met with others to really have lunch, too. They said things like ‘do you remember when we were at the four seasons’ and things like that.
Daddy was more into this than even I thought.
The women had all gotten milk to drink. I was thirsty, and I wanted more. Normally the butler at home kept my glass full.
I tapped Daddy on the shoulder and whispered what I wanted.
He looked really annoyed that I’d interrupted him, but he did tell the next waitress that came by to get me some more.
After the meal was finished the men got up and pulled out the chairs for their wives. I was surprised at how perfectly timed it all was.
Daddy took me by my hand as he continued to talk to Heather’s daddy. They walked up the stairs to the bedrooms still talking, something about business that didn’t interest me anyway. They stopped in the hall in front of our door.
Heather was just standing next to him with her arms folded over her chest, making a pout face. We just didn’t get along.
Her daddy looked at her and then promised to get together with my daddy after all the girls were in bed. My daddy agreed with a smile on his face. He then opened the door and held it open for me.
I walked in and thanked him. I had to admit that I was getting a little ticked that he hardly talked to me at lunch, but I wasn’t going to harp on it.
He closed the door and then picked me up in his arms and twirled me around. “You were very good for Daddy at lunch. Tell me how do you like your surprise?”
“It’s really nice here, Daddy. Thank you for bringing me.” I gave him a nice smile. I wanted to keep him this happy, just the way he was. He looked like he was happy to have me in his life.
I was also secretly glad that he’d married me before he knew about the school and all, or I’d be wondering if he wasn’t using me to meet other daddies.
He pulled me close to his chest and hugged me tightly. “We’re going to have so much fun here. Let’s look and see what we can all do today yet.” He got the itinerary out of his jacket pocket and sat down on the bed. He pulled me onto his lap, and we looked over it together.
Right now it was time for the couple to be alone in their rooms. At six, we could go down for drinks and hot chocolate in the main room. We guessed that was the room with the fireplace.
“We’ll first be eating at eight this evening. You usually go to bed around then. We’ll be up for a long time this evening. I think it would be best if you took a nap now.”
Was he trying to dump me again, I wondered?
He started right in undressing me. Once I was naked, he had another idea about what we could do, something that would make me sleepy.
It worked too. I fell asleep right after we made love.
He held me in bed for a bit. Then I heard him in the shower, but I went right back to sleep.
He woke me with a kiss, a simple one on the cheek. “Wake up, sweetheart. It’s time to get ready. I already have your bathwater in the tub.”
I stretched and rubbed my eyes. The blankets fell away from me.
“I guess we do have enough time for that.” He started undressing really quickly. He took me in his arms and smiled at me again. “This is the best vacation I’ve ever had.” His mood was contagious.
I giggled along with him.
He had me dressed and ready to go. I had to admit that I really did look ador
able. He looked proud of me. He was brushing my hair and smiling at me in the mirror. “Well, that’s it. We can go now.”
I raised my eyebrow and waited.
“Amelia come on let’s go.” He was still grinning stupidly.
I shook my head. He’d pulled my hair back in the normal ponytail that only used the top fourth of my hair.
“What do you mean, no?”
I turned on him and started going through his pockets. He was really laughing as I pulled a red ribbon out of his jacket pocket. I raised my eyebrow at him and turned around so he could put it in my hair.
“My little girl knows her daddy.” He tied it in placed. Then he sweetly kissed my cheek. “Be very good for Daddy. It would really embarrass me to have to bring you up here for a spanking. You don’t want that either, do you?”
I quickly shook my head.
“Good, then it’s time to show you off again.” We stepped out into the hallway and then went downstairs.
A few couples were down there already. The clock was chiming six as we entered. We probably hadn’t missed anything. Daddy smiled at the other men in there.
Samantha was there with her daddy, who was scolding her while she whined about how uncomfortable her dress was.
I had to smile about that so I sunk my head. The designer falls in love with the girl who just wants to wear sweats.
Daddy pulled me over to the piano. He sat down and opened it. It wasn’t a grand piano like we had at home but a regular small one. He started playing a familiar tune. Then he started to sing ‘Lady in red’ for me.
I blushed as red as my dress and sang with him on some parts. The room started to fill up.
We sang a couple more songs together, and then he wanted to have something to drink. He talked to a few other daddies again, but this was more mingling.
I stayed by his side and said little.
A bell rang, and Daddy escorted me into the winter garden. He finally just had eyes for me. He sat us down at our spot, which was clearly marked again with our cookies. I hadn’t eaten mine because he hadn’t eaten his. Samantha’s Daddy was going around from table to table, greeting everyone again.
“Hi, you two. Very impressive outfits. Listen, you can eat the cookies. I have a couple with. If you don’t eat them, they’ll get old. Eat these and then at breakfast again. By then, everyone will know where to sit. Have a great evening. He went to the next table and talked to them a bit.
I looked over at Samantha; she was watching him with pride. I was guessing that this whole week was one of the few things that they really did have in common. Both were so very happy.
Daddy told me how beautiful I looked very often. I did a lot of blushing.
He told me about a benefit that we had to go to. He told me like he was apologizing.
It would be like a dinner theater, where different acts would preform. I was really looking forward to it.
“That sounds like the circus. I want to see that.”
“Fine. You get to wear a ballgown and there will be dancing. Do you know how to dance?”
I hung my head and then shook it. I heard his chair moving, and then I saw his hand in front of my face.
“May I have this dance?”
My head snapped back, so I could look at him. He was serious. I grinned up at him and looked around. No one else was dancing, but he’d insist if I refused.
I pulled my courage together and laid my hand in his.
He graciously helped me to my feet. He was a perfect gentleman, the old fashion kind that they hardly made anymore.
“I’ll lead, you follow.” He took hold of me in a very serious way and then his feet moved. His hands were strong, and they were guiding me and holding me up, so I wouldn’t fall. He twirled me around.
Another couple joined us. Then Samantha and her daddy got up. They were clearly the best. They really did fit perfectly together.
I looked into Daddy’s eyes and blushed a little. We got along perfectly, too.
When we sat back down, Daddy reached under his chair and pulled out a box wrapped with red paper and pink ribbons. “This is for you, sweetheart.”
I could tell that he was really pleased with his gift by the way he was grinning at me.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I took the box and opened it carefully. I peeked up at Daddy and smirked. I was being too slow about opening it, but he knew that I like to draw out such moments.
Once the ribbon was gone, I lifted the lid and saw a Teddy bear in the box. I gently lifted him out and saw that he had a sweater on with a red heart on it. The bear looked so friendly and nice.
“Thank you, Daddy. I already love him.”
“As long as he doesn’t replace me?” Daddy joked.
“No, Daddy, never.” I got up and went to Daddy, hugging him and kissing his neck. I thanked him again. “He’s a perfect addition to my collection. He will always help me to remember our time here.”
Daddy gave me a nice kiss. If we’d been alone, a kiss like that would have led to other things.
“Nanny packed your gift for me. It’s up in our room.” He was grinning in a devilish manner.
“I’ll give you my gifts in our room, later. When we’re alone. Okay?”
“That’s fine. And no matter what it is, I’ll love it. I promise.”
I smiled at him thankful that he loved me just the way I was, needy, untalented, and so in love with him. All of my jealousies were gone.
Daddy brought me up to our room and started right in kissing my naked shoulders. He was gentle and loving.
This felt somehow different. Daddy was perfectly relaxed.
He carefully opened my beautiful dress and hung it up. The fireplace was crackling and making romantic noises.
I reached up to Daddy, laying my hands around his neck. “We can dance a little closer in here.”
“That’s right. And we can dance naked.” Daddy removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing me. He hadn’t done that since I’d reacted so badly to it last time. I like it when he teased me this way.
His hands moved behind me and opened my bra. He was getting really good at that. It felt like he was just brushing past, but then my breasts sprang free.
He pulled the bra away, and my breasts pushed against his chest. He removed his shirt and tossed it so it was on the bed, covering up my bra. Daddy was obviously in a very good mood.
“You sang beautifully this afternoon,” he whispered in my ear.
“You sang, and played beautifully.”
He smirked down at me. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
I nodded in a way that said it wasn’t a problem.
“You’re so silly,” he laughed at me.
I shrugged, not wanting to have another discussion about my self-esteem. Then I remembered my gift. “Your gift.” I let go of him and looked around. I’d seen the envelope on the desk when we came in.
I lifted it up and held it out to him, hoping that the fact that I was half naked would ease the blow of how incapable I was at such things.
Daddy had been shedding clothes while I retrieved the card. When he was naked, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up. I landed on his knee as sat on the bed. He held me tightly so I couldn’t fall. I loved sitting on his knee. I was so light compared to him. He was so strong. If he didn’t love me, I’d have been scared of him, but I trusted him, so I sat smiling on his knee.
He opened it up like it was really worth something. “What do we have in here? If this for me?”
I nodded eagerly at him, thinking that I was acting so stupid. But it made him happy. Besides, it came so natural now. I was Daddy’s little sweetheart.
I sat there like a little girl on his knee, but I was half naked, and feeling very aware of my breasts. I knew he like those. I wasn’t flat like some of the other girls.
Daddy looked at the cover. I’d just cut out paper hearts and glued them on the front. I’d written ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Daddy’ there.
He looked down at it, admiring it. He looked pleased.
I bit my lip as he opened it up. I’d only written inside, no more artwork.
Daddy laid his head on my shoulder. The arm that had been wrapped around me let go of the card and hugged me. He moved me so I was looking at him. “Thank you very much, Amelia. This is the nicest card I’ve ever received. I’ll keep it forever.”
I beamed back at him. I could tell he meant it. I’d made him happy.
He kissed me so tenderly. I knew that our hard times were over with. We were going to be happy from now on.
Daddy laid me down carefully before he got up and laid my card back on the desk. His fingers ran over it for a moment before he joined me in bed. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. Daddy loves you, too.”
He made love to me so gently, more gently than he had the first time we’d joined our bodies together. This time he loved me.
But the real difference this time was that he knew that I loved him.
Chapter 15 – Is There A Doctor In The House?
Brian kissed his sleeping wife goodbye before he quietly left to go down to join the others. They were gathered in the bar.
He went in and looked around. Several of the men nodded at him. But he went over to one of his closer friends. It was Jake, who worked for the FBI. Unfortunately, their little girls didn’t hit it off.
Brian didn’t mind. Heather had been the one to pass the note that day in class when they’d visited the school. She’d written to her friend how sexy she thought Brian was. She clearly wasn’t good enough to play with his Amelia.
But her daddy was good company for him. They got along well. Whenever Jake had a medical question, he called Brian. Whenever he needed someone to play squash with, he called Brian. The younger daddies had formed a sub-group. They just had a lot in common.
Jake was the oldest of the younger daddies. But because of his job he was still in form. No one was really sure what he did, but it was clear that he was a bit like James Bond. He was able to talk about any topic and to fit in anywhere.
