I smiled and nodded at him. “At least dinner smells delicious.”
He smiled at me and said, “I hope you’re hungry. Tonight I made baked chicken with baked potatoes, cottage cheese, corn, and chocolate cake for dessert.”
I rubbed my stomach and said, “Yummy!”
Jackson chuckled as we walked into the kitchen together to eat our dinner.
* * *
It was five minutes before midnight, and I was still typing away on my laptop, sitting in Jackson’s office. I was planning on working late and working all day tomorrow, so hopefully on Sunday I could spend the entire day with my husband as his little girl. I let out a loud yawn as I kept typing up my report. Suddenly, large arms wrapped around me and I let out a scream.
“It’s me, baby,” Jackson said, as he turned the chair around so I was facing him. He bent down and took my hands in his. “It’s midnight, baby. You have to go to sleep.”
“Don’t scare me like that!” I said, still clutching my heart from fright. Once I took a few deep breaths, I said, “I need to stay up a little longer. If I work tonight and—”
He cut me off and said, “I don’t want to hear any excuses. I’ll give you one minute to save everything and then it’s bed time.”
I tried to protest, but he wouldn’t let me.
“I know that you have to work this weekend, and that’s fine. I told you since we started role playing that this was all your choice. I’m not going to force you to do anything. However, I will not let you stay up all night. As your husband, it’s my responsibility to make sure that you get enough sleep. Now, save all your work and come to bed with me.”
I yawned again and said, “Okay. Give me a second.” I turned my chair around again and went to save my documents. I turned off my computer, got up, and pushed my chair into the desk.
I walked into our bedroom, turned the lights on, and immediately saw the pink footie pajamas on my bed. I smiled as I walked over to the bed. That’s my daddy—always thinking about me, I thought, as I grabbed the pajamas and headed into our bathroom. I took a super quick shower, washing away the terrible day that I’d had. Then I dried off, changed into my pajamas, brushed my hair and teeth, and went back into our bedroom.
Daddy was sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I crawled into bed and I laid my head down on his shoulder.
“Your hair is wet, baby.”
“Mmmm… I don’t care. I don’t want to move. It’ll be dry soon.”
He chuckled. “Alright. I made you a delicious bottle to drink while I read you Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” He handed me my bottle, while he began reading.
I turned my body so I was on my back, with my head resting on his shoulder, and I slowly sucked on my bottle while he read. My eyes began to droop as my daddy kept reading. When he finished, I felt him take the bottle from my hands and hold the bottle until I finished it. I was almost asleep, when I felt the bottle taken out of my mouth and then replaced by a pacifier. I sucked contentedly on it and fell fast asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
I awoke and stretched out before I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at the clock on my nightstand. I bolted up in bed. The clock read 10 a.m. Yes, it was Saturday, but I had so much work to do. I was just pulling back the covers when Jackson stepped into our bedroom.
My expression must have told him something was wrong because he sat down on the bed next to me and asked, “What’s wrong, Samantha?”
“It’s 10 a.m.! I need to start working!” I tried to get up, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Hold your horses, kiddo. Take a few deep breathes.”
I did as I was told and then he said, “Good. I have your breakfast all ready for you. Would you like for me to bring it upstairs to you, or would you like to eat it downstairs?”
“Upstairs, please.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he said and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
When he left the room, I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, then walked out of our bedroom and into his study. I pulled the leather chair out from the desk, sat down, turned around, and fired up my laptop. I figured that if my husband was going to be bringing me breakfast upstairs, I could eat while I worked.
I had just opened up all the documents I would need to finish today, when I heard him shout, “Samantha!”
I knew that voice and I didn’t have time to move away from the desk as he walked into the office, holding a tray.
“What did I tell you?”
“You told me to hold my horses and take a few deep breaths. Then you said that you would bring breakfast upstairs for me to eat. I’m still upstairs, and I can eat while I’m working.” I looked at him with big, innocent eyes, hoping that he would let this go. Apparently, he wasn’t going to.
“Bed. Now.”
I bowed my head, got up from the chair, and walked back into our bedroom.
He followed right behind me and once I was sitting up on the bed, he handed me the tray, then sat down on the side of the bed next to me. I looked up at my husband with guilt in my eyes.
“Samantha, why did you disobey me?”
I had just taken a bite out of my toast and so I shook my head, then swallowed and said, “I didn’t disobey you. You just told me that you were bringing breakfast upstairs, not that I had to stay in this bed.”
He stared at me for a few seconds before he said, “Samantha, you knew that I meant that I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Yet, you still got up and went into the office.”
I shook my head again. “No. I didn’t know that you were going to bring me breakfast in bed.” I just wanted to get out of any trouble that I might have been in. I didn’t want to have to do the stupid project that weekend, and I especially did not want to do the stupid project with a sore bottom.
“Alright, but from now on, I will make sure to give you explicit instructions. If you break them, I won’t care if you are acting like an adult or a little girl—you will be spanked.”
I had just finished shoveling my breakfast down and I said, “Yes, sir! Now may I please go back to work?”
“Of course,” he said, removing the tray from my lap so I could get off the bed.
I worked all day and then once again, Jackson pulled me away from the computer at midnight. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, knowing that my work would just take a couple more hours to finish and then I could spend all day with my daddy. I turned my head towards my husband, and when I saw that he was sound asleep, I made my decision. I crept out of bed and tiptoed into the office to finish my work.
* * *
It was 4:30 a.m. when I finally pressed save on the last document that I had needed to finish. I was proud of myself. Now I could crawl back into bed, get a few hours of sleep, and spend the whole day with my daddy. I knew that he was going to be so surprised when I told him when I woke up that we could spend the day together. Hopefully, we could go out somewhere. I wanted to do something fun.
I turned off the computer, pushed the computer chair back into the desk, and had just started to walk toward the office door, when Jackson appeared. I panicked when I saw the look on his face as I knew that he was going to punish me. After all, before he put me to sleep, he had made it very clear to me that I could not get out of bed to work until after I had eaten my breakfast.
I turned to run into the nursery, but before I even took one step, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist.
“Baby, what did I tell you?”
“Ummm… you love me?”
He turned me toward him and said, “No. Remember, I told you last night at midnight that you were not, under any circumstances, to get out of bed to do work until after breakfast.”
I looked down at my feet and said, “Oh yeah.”
He gently lifted my chin up with his hand and said, “Oh yeah? You disobeyed me, Samantha. I am going to have to punish you.”
“Jackson, please! I just did it so I could spend the whole day with you! Please don’t punish me! I
won’t do it again!”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, sweetie. But, even though you had the right intentions, you need your sleep. I would be a horrible husband and daddy if I didn’t punish you when you weren’t taking proper care of yourself. So, come on. I’m going to spank you and then you will be spending the rest of the day in bed.”
“No! Please! I did this so we could spend time together! I can’t spend the whole day in bed!” I cried out as he picked me up and carried me into the nursery.
He sat down on the day bed and positioned me so I was over his lap, and then he lowered my pajama pants and panties and caressed my butt. He was quiet for a while as he stroked my butt.
I hated that part. It was the part where the fear built inside of me because I knew that I was about to get a spanking that I had to admit I deserved. Still, I just wished he would get it over with. “Please, Jackson, just spank me.”
The hand on my bottom paused, and he said, “Sorry, I was thinking over your punishment. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a spanking, put you to bed, and then you will stay in bed until noon today. After that, you can do whatever you want.”
“I’m not tired though! I don’t need to go to sleep. What about if I stay up for the rest of the day and then just wait to go to sleep tonight?” I quickly counteroffered.
“Fine. But, if you fall asleep, then you will be staying in bed until noon today.”
“Deal.”
Not two seconds after I had agreed, my spanking began.
Smack! “From now on, you will—listen to me, when I—tell you to stay in bed!”
“Ahhh! Please, Daddy! I’ll be good! No more spanks!” I cried out, trying to wiggle my bottom, away from his hand, but with no success.
Smack! “I don’t want to—have to punish—you anymore!”
My butt was really starting to hurt! My daddy kept rotating his spanks so he ended up spanking my entire bottom. Each spank left a terrible sting—almost as though molten lava had been poured on my bottom. I clenched my butt, thinking that it might lessen the pain, but that only made it hurt worse when his hand landed on my bottom.
Smack! “No more breaking—the rules!”
Then he stopped spanking me and began running his hand lightly over my now very red, well-heated bottom.
I had begun to sob really hard. “I’m sorry… Daddy! I won’t… e-ever break th-th-the rules again.”
As I was sobbing, Daddy pulled my pajama pants and panties back up my bottom and he moved me so I was now sitting up on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me as I finished crying.
“I-I’m sorry,” I whimpered. Even though my bottom stung horribly, that wasn’t what upset me the most. I always felt like I was such a failure as a little girl when my daddy had to spank me because I had misbehaved. I didn’t like disappointing him.
“I know you are, baby. But, you know that you deserved to be punished. You broke the rules, after I specifically told you not to get out of bed to do work. I made a rule and you broke it. It’s my job as a daddy to enforce the rules, especially when you break them.”
“I know. I-I’m sorry that I-I’m a failure,” I said, wiping my runny nose on my blue pajama shirt sleeve.
My daddy lifted my chin so I was looking at his eyes. “You aren’t a failure, sweetie. Little girls make mistakes all the time. It’s their daddies’ job to make sure that their little girl doesn’t make that mistake again. You’ve been punished and now it’s over and done with, baby. You are forgiven.”
He paused and I could tell from the look in his eyes he had really forgiven me. It made me feel better to know that he didn’t think I was failure, even though he had just had to spank me.
“Now, if you plan on staying up for the rest of the day, you have to have a bath, eat breakfast, and drink your bottle. If you can stay awake after all of that, then I will let you stay up for the rest of the day. If not, then you will be staying in bed until noon today. Alright?”
I nodded and my Daddy picked me up and carried me into the bathroom to give me my bath.
* * *
After I finished washing my wife in our bath tub, I could see that her eyes were fighting to stay open. I knew that I could just keep her in the bath for a little longer and declare that I had won since she was clearly falling asleep, but I wasn’t going to do that. That would be cheating since I had already finished washing her.
Instead, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Baby girl. It’s time to get out of the bathtub.”
Her entire body jumped and she said, “What?”
“It’s time to get out of the bathtub, baby girl. I’m done washing you.”
“Okay,” she said, taking the hand I offered her. I dried her off and dressed her in a pair of her comfiest footie pajamas. They were light yellow and over her left breast there was a picture of a small teddy bear.
After she was dressed and I had brushed her hair, I carried her downstairs and into the kitchen and set her down on a chair while I whipped up a quick breakfast for the both of us. Dishing out the scrambled eggs and toast between two plates, I then placed the plates on the table, and Samantha and I dug into our breakfast.
Once we were both done with breakfast, I tossed the dishes into the dishwasher and made a bottle for my little girl. I knew that she was exhausted, but she refused to admit it.
“Come on, sweetie,” I told her, “let’s go up into your nursery and I’ll feed you your bottle.”
She got up and started to walk upstairs and I followed after her. When I reached the nursery, Samantha just stood in the middle of the room, looking like she was going to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.
Deciding not to prolong the inevitable, I sat down in the rocking chair and patted my lap. She came right over and sat down, leaning her head against my shoulder as I put the bottle’s nipple in her mouth. I watched as she began to suck on the warm milk as I began to rock her back and forth.
Within minutes her eyes started to close. I couldn’t help but smile at my beautiful wife. I understood where she had been coming from today and I was happy she had finished all of her work and that she had wanted to spend the day as my little girl. That meant a lot to me.
On the other hand, though, I could not let that type of behavior be viewed as being okay. If I had allowed her to stay up all night, pretty soon she would sneak out of her bed to do all sorts of stuff, and I couldn’t allow that. That was why I had made the deal with her—something I normally would never do. But because she had disobeyed me to try and be able to spend time with me, I decided that it was fair to lessen her punishment.
I looked down at my wife and realized that she had finished her bottle and she was fast asleep, but I kept rocking her. She felt absolutely perfect in my arms and she made me so happy. I knew that she still had some times where she would freak out about acting like a little girl, but I could tell that those times were starting to become fewer and further apart. I knew that I was blessed to have found such a perfect person for me.
I yawned and decided that it was time to put my baby girl back to sleep. I stood and carried her into our bedroom and then laid her down in our bed. She snugged into her pillow and sighed softly. I pulled the covers up and cuddled up with her, and together we fell back asleep.
Chapter Sixteen
I woke up and stretched my arms above my head, then turned and saw that it was 12:37 p.m. I turned my head to the other side and saw my husband sitting next to me, dressed in a pair of jeans with a long sleeve plaid shirt. He had his laptop on his lap and was looking down at me.
“Good afternoon, baby girl. Did you sleep well?”
I yawned and stretched again. “I slept well. I guess you were right. I did need the sleep.”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “You were exhausted. I was glad that you finished your project so that we could spend time together. But, Samantha, you have to know that I care more about you getting your sleep and staying healthy than you rushing to finish your work so we can sp
end time together. I don’t want you getting sick because you are too worn down.”
I knew that my daddy was right. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I promise that I will take better care of myself and I promise to never break your rules again.”
He laughed as he said, “You promise to never break my rules again? Even the rule about eating all of your vegetables before dessert?”
I thought about what my daddy said for a second. “Well, okay. Maybe I promise to try harder at not breaking any of your rules. I probably will break a few still.”
“There you go, darling. Now, what would you like to do today?”
“I dunno.”
“Would you like to go to the movies and see the new Disney Princess movie, Frozen, that just came out?”
My face lit up. “Really? You’d go with me?”
“Of course, baby girl! I couldn’t let you go alone!”
I jumped into my daddy’s arms and said, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I gave him big kisses all over his face as he kept laughing.
“Careful of my laptop.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I’m going to go and get dressed now.” I jumped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom and towards the nursery.
* * *
We walked hand in hand into the movie theater. Daddy had bought two adult tickets while I had bought a large soda and popcorn for the two of us to share during the movie. We had decided to sit in the middle of the top row. There were hardly any people in the movie theater, I noticed. I was happy about that.
I had decided to take a big step today and had decided to go to the movies as my four-year-old self. I had gone shopping with my daddy before when I kind of acted like a little girl, but today, I was dressed for the part. I wore one of my Powder Puff Girl T-shirts with a pair of pink sweatpants that had hearts all over them. I had a jacket on so people wouldn’t see the T-shirt. They would just most likely think that my pants were a little childish. I didn’t care, though. I was more in my little headspace now than my adult one, so I wanted to play the part.
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