by Rachel Burns
No one told him what to do or what to think, except his little Heather. When she said that he should jump, he asked how high. The only reason that she went to school was because he was out of the country so often, and because her nanny insisted on it.
Brian felt that the nanny was the only one raising that girl right. If his Amelia pulled half of the crap that Heather pulled, she wouldn’t be able to sit for at least a year.
His Amelia was a little angel. She rarely caused problems.
The two men had been talking for about ten minutes when Oliver strutted over towards them. He ordered something to drink before he joined them. “Em is finally sleeping.” His grin told them that he’d done his part in making her sleepy.
“How is she doing?” Brian asked.
Oliver shrugged. “She wouldn’t complain even if she was in pain. I still can’t believe I let her talk me into this.” He was shaking his head.
“Well, it’s hard for a daddy to say ‘no’ to anything his little girl wants.” Jake gave him a nice look, which was full of sympathy.
Everyone thought that their combination was a little weird. Oliver had been the countries biggest and most notorious billionaire playboy. He dated models and movie stars. He was known for damaging property with rock stars and being a general pain in the ass to anyone who met him.
But that had changed over night when he met Emily. Since then he was a respectable businessman who cared for his wife.
The odd thing was that Emily was the opposite of the girls he used to date. She was nice and kind, but she was pudgy. He had her wear clothes that accented her weight. He let her eat whatever she wanted, and he clearly loved her.
At the moment she was pregnant. They hadn’t had an easy time getting pregnant. Of all the men at school Oliver was the one who valued Brian’s doctoring skills the most. He had his Emily see experts as well as Brian. Oliver felt that nothing was ever good enough for Emily. Oliver wanted her to have the best of the very best.
Brian had been the one to give him the address of a private clinic in Switzerland. There she’d been artificially inseminated.
Emily was messed up on the inside and that was the only way that Oliver’s sperm would ever hit its mark. They already knew that she’d need a C-section to deliver the baby and that it would be risky.
Emily had wanted the baby. Oliver hadn’t. He and Brian had talked for long hours about the pros and cons. In the end, Oliver did it to make his wife happy. That was just the most important thing for him.
Brian was glad that he wore the pants in their relationship. Amelia was also the best behaved of the three little girls. He felt that proved that he was doing everything right.
“I thought I’d never be able to come down tonight. Heather already ate both of her cookies and lots of the chocolates in our room. She had a tummy ache, the poor little thing. But then she lay down and just nodded off to sleep.”
“It’s good if she can sleep. This is a lot for the girls. They don’t usually get this much excitement,” Brian commented.
“True,” Oliver added. “Em is worried about losing the baby. We probably shouldn’t have come along. I just figured that if everything works out, we'll have a screaming kid this time next year. This is our last chance.”
“Personally, I think that it’s great that your Emily wants to have a baby. My Heather is too worried about getting back into shape after a baby to even discuss the topic.” Jake then looked at Oliver. “What do you mean – if?”
“Emily has several reasons why she shouldn’t get pregnant, but her heart was set on it. I still have to learn to say ‘no’ to her. But when she looks at me with those big blue eyes of hers – I melt.”
Brian nodded along thinking about Amelia’s big blue eyes. He worried that she’d one day request a child, and he’d have to explain to her why he couldn’t give her one.
Jake was really thinking about that. Heather didn’t want one because she couldn’t be bothered, and Emily was risking her life to give Oliver one. His Heather was a little flaky.
“Brian, are you and Amelia thinking about having a child sometime soon, too?” It was clear from Jake’s tone that he didn’t want to be left out.
“Umm – No. Amelia will remain my only child.”
Oliver who knew the truth slapped him on the shoulder. “You two should adopt. You’d make a great father.”
“You think so?” Brian looked at him unsure.
“Of course, you’re the most grown up of all of us. And the only one who actually has his wife under control.”
Brian smirked at his friend. “I’ll keep that in mind if Amelia ever wants a child.”
Jake looked closer at him. He’d ascertained that he had the opposite problem as his friend. Brian was the one with the problems.
Daddy woke me by kissing my nose. “Sweetheart, wake up. We’re late. I forgot to set the alarm.”
I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me.
“Sorry. My bad. I was out too late last night.” He’d gotten a little drunk with the other guys. They’d ended up singing in the bar. Brian had played the piano and the guys had sung Rock songs. It had been a blast.
“What? No morning sex?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. How about midday sex? Afterwards, we can take a nap together. I’ll join you today.”
“Were you out late last night, Daddy?”
“Yes, a little too late.” He was still grinning at me, but it looked like he was remembering something from last night.
I got up feeling a little sore. I was so used to the morning sex that I needed it to warm up my muscles.
Daddy was already letting warm water into the tub when I patted in behind him. He stood up and kissed my cheek. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”
I nodded at him, blushing. I always slept great after sex. That meant that I slept well every night.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Daddy was smiling at me in an odd way. I looked down at my body to see if anything was different. I couldn’t see anything.
“Into the water with you.” He lifted me up and placed me in the tub like I was as light as a feather.
Daddy jumped in and washed me quickly, but he grinned while he did it. He was being playful.
After we were dressed, we hurried out of the door. Breakfast had already started, but things like my morning grooming were too important to skip.
We saw Heather leaning against the wall holding her stomach in her hands. “Daddy, I don’t want to eat. I don’t feel well.”
“Heather, I’m tired of your complaining. This week is supposed to be fun. I extra took vacation, and all you’re doing is whining.”
Daddy took hold of me by my hand. He held it tightly, like a warning to be good. We had to walk past them to get to the breakfast room.
“But it really hurts,” Heather pleaded with him. Both of her hands were covering her stomach. She had tears running down her cheeks.
I tried so hard not to look at her. I’d seen her getting whippings at school. She took those and sniffled, but she never had a look in her eye like she did now. She looked helpless.
After we passed them and reached the stairs, Daddy shook his head. “That one is a handful.”
“Daddy, she doesn’t like me. I don’t think she would cry like that in front of me if she weren’t really in pain. Maybe you should look at her.”
Daddy sighed. His face said that he was wasting his time, but he did turn back to them. “Perhaps, I should just check her over,” he offered.
“Fine, and if there isn’t anything wrong with her – ” He left the threat hanging in the air.
Heather made a very helpless face as she stared up at Daddy. Her eyes were begging him to find something.
I had no idea what she had, but it was clear that she did have something.
Her daddy opened up their room, and everyone went in. I stood in the door and tried not to watch.
Daddy went to her and sat her down on the bed. “Tell me where it hurts.” He was using hi
s soft voice that was so effective.
Heather rubbed her right side, showing him that the whole side hurt.
Daddy had her lay down. He lifted up her shirt a little. He pushed down on her stomach, and she screamed.
I watched Daddy’s shoulders change. He was no longer relaxed. He lifted up her knee and slowly moved it to her stomach. Again she screamed.
“Jake, call an ambulance. Get it here, quickly. Tell them that it’s her appendix, and that it’s acute. I’ll be right back.” Daddy passed by me on the way back to our room. “Go down to breakfast, Amelia. Now!”
“Yes, Daddy.” I turned and hurried down the stairs.
I could hear Heather’s daddy on the phone yelling at them to quickly send an ambulance.
I went into the breakfast room. All eyes turned to look at me. I wasn’t feeling well anymore either.
Samantha’s daddy stood and came over to me. “We wanted to send a search troop out to look for you. Where is your daddy?”
“The ambulance is on the way because of Heather’s appendix.”
He pushed past me and hastily ran out of the room.
Emily’s daddy stood up and came around me. “Amelia, I think you should sit down.” He pulled out my chair for me.
I looked over my shoulder to thank him, but he wasn’t looking at me. Instead, he was looking at Emily who was nodding her approval at him. He was beaming back at her.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
I looked at my plate and thought that I just couldn’t eat anything.
Everyone was talking to me and trying to get more information out of me. I shook my head and tried to eat something. When I did, they praised me. Samantha came over and talked to me nicely. She was saying nice things about my daddy.
First two hours later did I get to see my daddy again.
He had to operate on Heather himself. Her appendix had exploded, and if Daddy hadn’t been there, she’d have died. Everyone was slapping him on the back and calling him a hero.
I held onto his arm and didn’t let go of him.
This town was so small that they were thankful to have an experienced doctor at hand. They didn’t really have a hospital. They shared a doctor with another town close by. The doctor lived there, not here. Heather would have died without my Daddy’s help.
I was so proud of him.
Daddy pulled me to the side. He sat down and pulled me in between his knees. “That scared you. Didn’t it, sweetheart?”
I nodded.
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll always be there. I’ll take care of you. You’re safe with me.”
I love you, Daddy.” I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “I’m so glad that I got you as a daddy.”
“I’m glad I got you, too, sweetheart.”
Heather’s daddy cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I need to pack and get back to Heather. I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for everything you did, Brian. You were amazing. If it weren’t for you, my baby would be gone. Thank you. If I can ever do anything for you, let me know. No matter what it is. I’m indebted to you forever.” He nodded, reinforcing his words before he left us.
Everyone had heard his speech. They were all staring at Daddy and me.
“For he’s the jolly good fellow,” Emily’s daddy belted out.
Everyone joined him.
When the song was over, I kissed Daddy on his cheek. That made everyone clap.
I’d gotten the best daddy of them all.
Daddy's Sweetheart
Part 4
Vanishing
Chapter 1 – Monthly Spanking
Brian woke up and swallowed hard. The back of his throat was scratchy. This was always a sure sign that he was about to get a cold, or worse yet, that flu that so many of his little patients had.
Without opening his eyes, he reached out and pulled the blankets snugly around his shoulders and Amelia's shoulders.
His wife was sleeping next to him. Somehow her head had ended up on his pillow, which they were now sharing.
He wrapped his upper arm around her, so her warm back was pressed into his chest.
He still couldn't believe his luck with finding her.
Had he arrived at her father's house half an hour sooner or half an hour later he would have never met her. However, he had.
Thanks to that act of fate he was completely happy.
He had everything he had ever dreamed of. A beautiful wife who needed him, and friends who understood and accepted him the way he was.
His friends saw thing just as he did. They considered themselves old fashion men. Men who still believed that it was the man's job to provide for the family and allow their wives a stress-free life.
Women were such delicate creatures. They needed soft and pretty things to wear. They needed someone to take care of them, especially someone like Amelia. She was a real lady. That was why she had her own nanny even though she would soon be turning nineteen.
Brian had so much to do before the big day. He wanted to have a party for her, a surprise party. Her little friends from school, and their daddies were invited. Everyone had time to come. He had also invited some of his friends and their wives too.
He had thought about it a lot, but he didn't invite Heather and her daddy, Jake. Heather and Amelia just didn't get along.
Brian knew who was to blame for that.
So did Heather's daddy. He had confessed that he just couldn't be strict with her, thus Heather was a bit of a hellion. It was funny that a man who was so high up in government intelligence couldn't control his wife, but he could torture information out of any terrorist, male or female alike.
They had talked about the party, and Jake understood. He didn't want Heather to say or do anything that could ruin Amelia's day. He also didn't want to be put into a position where he had to punish Heather. Jake could do it, but his heart wasn't in it, so he avoided situations that could cause trouble.
Brian hated having to punish his precious little Amelia, but he felt that it was exactly those punishments that allowed her to stay sweet and innocent.
She was so much better off with him than with her father, who hated her and blamed her for her mother's death. Brian was now her loving Daddy. He would take care of her for the rest of his life.
Brian felt that he was in debt to her because she had been the one who had made his dreams come true. He had everything that he wanted.
Almost everything.
His hand slid down to her tummy. He would never be able to give her a child. Would she hate him for that? He let his hand rest there, dreaming about a baby filling his hand as it grew.
If he could, he would give her a whole houseful of children, but he couldn't.
He had a need to be the Daddy to a whole family.
He scolded himself. Amelia was his family. She was more than he ever thought he would get.
Perhaps they should go to church this morning. He had so much to be thankful for. He leaned down over his beautiful wife and kissed her creamy white soft shoulder.
Her head moved as if she were saying no to something. His little girl didn't want to wake up. With a finger he moved her long dark brown hair away from her ear. He lifted up the lobe and kissed her behind her ear, working his way down her neck and to her throat. He could feel her heartbeat quickening as he moved on.
Brian lifted up her arm and laid it over her head. Her perfect breast was now directly below his eyes.
She was one of those women who had a perfect body. She didn't have any problem zones. Her nanny kept her up perfectly.
His mouth opened as he bent over her breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue carefully pushed her breast to the roof of his mouth and held it there as he swallowed and sucked.
Amelia was now breathing deeper. He knew it would take a moment for her to open her eyes. She was such a deep sleeper. He rarely woke her when he got out of bed at night. Most nights he did.
He would bring her to bed, make love to her and then, once she was asleep, he would get up, shower, redress and have some adult-time to himself.
Right now he wanted to be with his wife. Her period was due any day now. In fact, he had informed her last night that he would be giving her a warning spanking this evening. Her beautiful face and shoulders had slumped down in disappointment.
Remember what comes afterwards, he had reminded her. She had nodded slightly, but still she looked a little scared. Hadn't he proven that he had himself under control? He would admit that in the beginning they had their problems, but they were so close now. He knew her like the back of his hand.
She was a very shy and sensitive creature. A sharp word could break her heart. She needed him and his love. He had so much to give her, a home, support, education and sex. He let go of her breast and blew on her dark pink harden nipple. The cool breeze gave her goose bumps. Her hands moved to his head, holding him close.
He loved it when she clung to him. His little wife knew when she had a good thing. She was thankful that he had taken her in. She was a very good little girl.
***
I loved the way Daddy woke me up in the mornings.
I laid my shoulders down, so I was on my back. My legs opened, so he could get comfortable between them. He was smiling at me.
We loved each other so much. This was the real thing, a once in a lifetime perfect love. The kind we saw when we watched movies in our private movie theater on the top floor.
We were two pieces that fit so perfectly that it made click when we connected.
I gasped as he entered me. It was a pleasure so great that it took my breath away every time. I took hold of his face and closed my eyes. My head leaned back into the pillows, and my hips rose up to greet his thrusts. I needed his loving touches so much.
His body rocked into mine in a steady rhythm, driving me wild. I whimpered under him, trying to reach my orgasm sooner.
“Relax, Sweetheart. Daddy will help you. You know you have to relax,” he scolded me.
