Haven's Promise

by Maggie Ryan

  "But that's not fair! I want to play with Angel, you promised!"

  "That's enough! Do you want more than a spanking, young lady? I'm sure that Miss Betty has a large supply of plugs, which can be purchased and inserted to remind you that I do not appreciate repeating myself."

  Her face flushing at the promise of having another plug pushed into her bottom, Barbara's attitude instantly changed. It was one thing to be chastised or popped in front of others, it would simply kill her if he had Miss Betty show him what she thought would teach his rude little girl a proper lesson. Seeing a man walking towards them, his own Little's hand in his, she was quick to apologize. "No, Sir, I'm sorry."

  "Let me take care of Robert and Jessie, and then we can discuss everything," Betty said, turning to her customer. As she rang up the sale, Craig smiled as Jessie gave them a small wave. He was pleased that Bunny returned the gesture.

  "Let's go look for some new panties," he suggested, guiding her to the back of the store. He had to suppress a smile when he saw her attempting to sneak a peek through the curtain that divided the front of the store from the back, where he was sure Angel was spending her time-out.

  Barbara sighed, and returned her attention to her daddy when she realized the curtains offered not a single sliver of space for a girl to look for a friend. She and Craig picked out several new sets of lingerie in a smaller size than the ones she was currently wearing. Craig had picked out a dress, and a new pair of pajamas as well, by the time Betty joined them.

  Taking the garments from his arms, she preceded them through another door that led to the dressing rooms. Barbara instantly thought of the one at Haven, and remembered the spanking she had gotten before Craig had put her to bed that evening. The soft spanking in the woodshed had served its purpose, but the blistering one that night had served another. After writing out the same sentence she had chalked onto the board twenty-five times, she received an equal number of swats with her paddle. The cycle had been repeated until she was a sobbing mess; the paper wet from her tears, and her ass burning with the one-hundred hard swats Craig had given her to enforce his rule not to demean herself.

  Barbara remained silent as Miss Betty hung the clothes on hooks. Looking at a tag dangling from a hanger holding the bra and panty sets, she turned to Barbara. "These are a smaller size, aren't they, sweetie?" Seeing Barbara's smile and small nod, she smiled as well. "I hope you aren't skipping meals, young lady."

  "Oh, no, ma'am," Barbara reassured her. "Daddy makes sure I eat, but I am eating healthier meals. I don't seem to need to snack on junk food as much. I didn't even know I was losing weight until…"

  "Until her panties got baggy," Craig finished, chuckling at the flush on her face. He wasted no time in getting her stripped out of her overalls and t-shirt. When he reached to undo her bra, Betty stepped to the door.

  "I'll leave you to decide what you'd like. I've closed the store, but take all the time you want. If you need me, I'll be in the back, checking on my own little girl."

  "Thank you," Craig said, removing Barbara's bra and bending to pull her panties down her legs.

  "Yes, thank you, Miss Betty," Barbara said, suddenly remembering her manners after her eyes went to the paddle hanging prominently next to the long mirror on one wall.

  "See you in a bit," Betty smiled, closing the door, going through the curtain to remind her Little girl what exactly happened when she was rude and naughty to her mommy's customers.

  "Daddy, do you really think I can't spend the night?" Barbara asked, as she stepped into the new panties and slid her arms into the straps of the matching bra.

  Craig fastened the bra and then stood back to admire the fit. Where her panties had been sagging in the rear, this pair fit her bottom snugly. His cock stirred as he turned her around, admiring the rounded buttocks that his hand had so recently smacked.

  "Don't worry about that, sweetie," he answered, unclipping the dress from the hanger. "Arms up." Barbara obeyed, standing still as he adjusted the childish dress, zipped it up, and then tied the sash at the waist into a huge bow above her bottom. "Oh, we're getting this," he said, turning her to face the mirror.

  Barbara's eyes widened as she saw herself. Instead of a professional attorney dressed in a drab business suit, the mirror reflected a sight she had only dreamed about until she had met Craig. The dress was a soft pink, with tiny white polka-dots. The skirt was full; the stiff petticoats attached to the underside allowing the fabric to poof out. A white Peter-Pan collar, puffy sleeves, and the wide white sash, made her look and feel like a very little girl in a beautiful party dress. Her eyes met his in the mirror.

  "It's beautiful," she said softly, her hand stroking down the fabric.

  "You're beautiful," Craig corrected, bending forward to kiss her cheek. As he removed the dress, he spoke again. "Now, young lady, tell me, was it very pretty to be rude to Miss Betty?"

  Standing in her underwear as he hung the dress back on the hanger, Barbara swallowed hard. "No, Daddy."

  "That's right," he said, helping her into the new pajama bottoms before unhooking her bra and helping her into the top. "It's very naughty for a little girl to forget her manners the moment she steps into a store," he began to lecture, as his fingers worked the small buttons through the buttonholes of the top. "It is even naughtier when that same little girl starts to throw a tantrum."

  "But I didn't, Daddy," Barbara said, her eyes going to where the paddle hung.

  "Yes, Bunny, you did," Craig corrected. Having finished with the last of the buttons of the light green pajama set, he took a seat in the chair provided for mommies or daddies. "You started to throw a fit, and you argued with your daddy after he told you to stop. What do little girls need to remind them of proper behavior when their daddy takes them shopping? What do little girls need to teach them not to argue? What does my little girl need to remind her not to be rude to Miss Betty, when she has invited you to her home to spend the night?"

  Barbara's eyes moved from his, to the paddle, to the door of the dressing room, and then to her feet. She didn't want to tell him what naughty girls needed. He was already well aware of the answer.

  "Answer Daddy, Bunny," Craig said firmly. Every day they stepped deeper into the dynamic. With her current freedom, after having quit her position, they had plenty of time to explore the endless possibilities of what had been her secret, long-hidden desire. He knew that she needed him to remain firm, to allow her no quarter when she was naughty. He was about to inform her that no matter what Miss Betty decided, she would be going home to be put to bed with a very red bottom for not answering, when she spoke.

  "They need their daddy to spank them," she said softly, her eyes shifting to the paddle which seemed to have tripled in size.

  "That's right." Craig nodded. He reached out to draw her down onto his lap. "I'm going to give you a spanking. I love taking you shopping, and I know you're disappointed that tonight might not go the way you had hoped, but honey, I can't allow you to be rude or throw a tantrum—no matter how short it was. I will not tolerate you arguing with me, especially after I've given you a warning. Do you understand why Daddy has to punish you?"

  Nodding against his neck, Barbara felt her stomach do flip flops and her bottom clench. It never failed to happen when she was sitting on his lap before he punished her. By the time he put her across his knees, she would have acknowledged both her guilt, and his authority to spank that guilt right out of her. Despite the fact that she was to be punished, his calm voice, as he informed her of what was about to happen, allowed her to emotionally prepare herself.

  Craig kissed the top of her head and helped her off his lap, only to turn her across his knees. "We are taking the pajamas as well," he said, just before his hand began to slap down across her new PJ bottoms.

  She was kicking and mewing within the first dozen swats, her hands gripping his pant legs as the heat increased. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Oh, please, no… no more."

  "Yes, lots more," Craig informed her,
his hand alternating from one beautifully rounded globe to the other. "You need to learn your lesson, little girl."

  "I've learned it, Daddy, owww!"

  "Daddy is going to make sure you don't forget it."

  The spanking continued for another dozen swats. Barbara had tears in her eyes, but had managed not to let any escape until he ordered her to lift up.

  "Daddy, please. I won't be rude again. I'll apologize to Miss Betty. Please, don't pull my PJs down—not in here!"

  "Your pajamas and your panties are coming down," Craig said, giving her a harder swat in the center of her rear. "And, if you don't lift up, they are staying off for the rest of the night, and you'll be getting a reminder in your bottom that you are my little girl, and are to obey me without my having to repeat myself." He smiled as her hips instantly lifted. Wanting to make an impression, he first pulled the pajamas down to her knees, leaving her new panties in place.

  Though she squealed when his hand landed harder, one swat to each cheek, she instantly lifted her hips again when he took hold of the waistband of her panties, and peeled them off her bottom. Her skin was only slightly pink, despite what she was probably sure had been a hard spanking. When she felt his position shift, she lifted her head to see him reaching up to remove the paddle from its hook.

  "Oh, Daddy, no," she pleaded, her heart galloping in her chest even as she felt her cream flooding her pussy.

  "Yes. I'm going to paddle you, Bunny," Craig said, as he rubbed the wooden paddle over her bottom. "I'm going to paddle your little bottom until it is very red and hot, and after your apology to your daddy, you are going to go find Miss Betty and apologize for being such a naughty girl."

  Feeling her heart actually stutter at the thought of obeying him, Barbara wasn't sure she could. She had never had to make her apology in a public setting, even if they were behind a closed door. No one had actually seen her, bottom bared and throbbing from a spanking, except for her daddy. While the thoughts and emotions ran through her mind, the paddle descended on her rump.

  It took far less than two dozen swats to reduce her to a very sorry, sobbing girl. The paddle connected with loud cracks to the soft skin of the underside of her bottom, causing each cheek to bounce and jiggle to its horrid tune.

  Craig paddled her sit-spots until he had to put his leg across both of hers to still her kicking feet. When her hands flew back in an attempt to protect her scalded ass, he pinned them to the small of her back, informing her that she had just earned extra. She was repeatedly crying out her apology, and promises never to be naughty again, by the time the paddle finished falling.

  Putting the paddle aside, he removed his leg, freeing her own. "Spread your legs, Bunny; you'll take your extras on your little pussy."

  Her head whipped around, tears streaming down her cheeks at the order. Craig didn't repeat himself. With a fresh sob, she lowered her head, knowing that he would discover how very, very wet she was. Her face heated as she slowly opened her legs, and felt his palm move to rest against her pussy. Six hard swats descended rapidly on her sex, each causing her to buck and shriek.

  "I'm sorry!" she yelled, as the heat between her legs grew to match that of her backside.

  "I should hope so," Craig said, giving her sex a gentle pat, smiling at the slickness that continued to coat his palm. He moved his hand to rub over the hot skin of her ass, knowing that though she probably thought she was black and blue, the color would fade within an hour or so; and while her ass would remain tender, she wouldn't have a single bruise. His purpose was not to harm her; it was to discipline her with love.

  When her sobs began to slow, he lifted her to sit on his knee. She gasped at the contact, but buried her face in the side of his neck, her arms clutching at his shirt.

  "Shh, it's over, Bunny." He continued to stroke her back and rock her within his arms. He would never tire of holding her. The moment she climbed onto his lap, she became his little girl. She gave him her love and her trust with the gift of her submission. It was something he would never take for granted, and he would never fail to provide the very things that her heart and soul needed. A few minutes later, her tears had stopped. She rubbed her eyes with her fist, causing his cock to jump in his pants. God, she touched him in a way he had never imagined.

  Guiding her to knees before him, he unzipped his pants and removed his cock. "Tongue," he instructed, the new routine one they had begun after her last spanking. His cock twitched in his hand when her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out as far as she could. Her face turned crimson when he placed the head of his cock onto the surface, gently tapping it up and down before pulling away.

  "I'm sorry, I was naughty," she whispered as she looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. "Please accept my apology," she continued, and felt her blood race as she added, "Please, help me".

  "Always," he answered, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb running softly across her lips.

  Shuddering as the simple touch seemed to ignite her desire, Barbara bent her head, opening her lips to take him inside.

  As her head bobbed up and down his shaft, her tongue licking and tasting as she suckled him, he moaned with the pleasure she was giving him. One hand cupped the side of her face, his other wrapped in the strands of her auburn hair. His eyes roamed over her body, coming to rest on the beautiful rounded globes of her ass. Remembering the feel of her under the palm of his hand, the soft moans and cries she had uttered, he felt his heart fill. God, he loved this woman and would never tire of teaching and guiding her, proving he would always be there for her.

  Groaning, he felt her tongue swipe across the slit of his cock, spreading the drops of his pre-cum across the surface as he had taught her. Craig applied a little more pressure with his hands, pulling her head further down his shaft. "Take more, Bunny, swallow me."

  Allowing his words to wash through her, she obeyed, relaxing her throat as she swallowed, the muscles of her throat tightening and releasing around his cockhead.

  Craig moaned his approval, remaining deep in her throat for a moment before guiding her back, allowing her to breathe. The cadence was repeated several times, Craig not allowing her to pull away on her own, his hands gentle and yet firm as he continued to teach her how to pleasure him with her mouth. Feeling his balls tightening, he gave her the instruction to cup them, her hand moving to gently hold his sac in her palm.

  "What a good student, my Bunny is," he said, pulling her down again, feeling her slight gag as she allowed him to move into her throat. "Wrap your other hand around the base," he went on, continuing her lesson. "Slowly move it up and down the shaft."

  His deep groan, when she obeyed, shot pleasure straight to her sex.

  A few additional thrusts had his semen surging through the length of his cock to spurt onto the back of her tongue, filling her mouth with his seed. After she had swallowed repeatedly, his hand stroking her cheek the entire time, he helped her to her feet.

  "You are getting better every time you make your apology," he praised, pulling her against his chest. He was wiping the escaped seed from her lips, when she noticed the small basket next to the chair. It contained tissues for blowing a contrite Little's nose, wet-wipes to wash anything that needed cleaning, and packages of condoms. Blushing, she felt her cream slip from her; her pussy aching for her daddy. It no longer mattered that they were in a dressing room. She wanted to beg him to touch her, or even to push himself into her. Barbara was still amazed at how full her heart was with love for this man. He would never hesitate to take her firmly in hand, but also would always then take care of her afterwards.

  Tossing the wet-wipe into the trashcan and returning the paddle to its hook, Craig looked down at her. "Are you ready to go apologize?" he asked.

  "Yes, Daddy," she said softly, reaching down to pull up her panties and pajamas.

  "No, Bunny, what did Daddy tell you?"

  Momentarily confused, it took a moment before she remembered. She felt her face flush hotly as she slowly pushed h
er clothing to her knees, baring her hot, spanked bottom once more.

  "That's my good girl," he praised, gathering the hangers as well as her own clothing, and opening the door. "I believe an apology made where Miss Betty can see that your little tush has paid a price for your rudeness will serve as a better reminder for the next time you decide to be naughty."

  "Yes, Sir," she very reluctantly agreed, suddenly not nearly as anxious to go in search of her friend.

  Craig hid his smile as he led her through the store. Her furtive glances at the window told him she was terrified that someone would see her, walking with her pajamas and panties at her knees, if they happened to look into the boutique. He had no worries, as Betty had informed them that she had closed the store, but he felt no need to remind his naughty girl of that fact. Laying the clothing on the counter by the cash register, Craig had to hide his grin as he turned her around. She had one hand held tightly by his, the other attempting to cover her bare backside as he led her through the curtain.

  The first thing they saw was Angel's red bottom pushed out into the room. Her nose was pressed into the corner, her hands on top of her head.

  Barbara's eyes widened, and her pussy pulsed, as she realized that she must look exactly like her friend when Craig put her into her naughty corner after a spanking. Her face heating, she saw Miss Betty sitting in a chair, calmly leafing through a catalogue. She looked up and gave them a smile, but said nothing.

  Craig released Barbara's hand and, when she didn't move, he gave her a swat on her bare bum.

  Bunny jumped forward, then walked, as fast as the clothing around her knees allowed, to stand in front of Miss Betty, her hands crossed over one another, hiding her bald pussy from Angel's mommy.

  Betty gave a small shake of her head, put her catalogue aside, and silently reached out to gently pull Barbara's hands away, holding them at her sides.

  Barbara gulped, shocked to feel her traitorous pussy pulse again at the reminder that little girls who had been naughty were not to attempt to hide behind hands or clothing.