Daddy's Little Princess

by Rachel Burns

  He gave her a very strict look, and then he softened his features. “We won’t tell you to do anything odd. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. We will not hurt you.”

  She looked at him confused.

  “Punishments will be spankings not beatings. Do you understand the difference?”

  She thought about it for a while before she shook her head.

  He got the feeling that she was lying to him, or at least, trying to cover something up. That didn’t make any sense.

  “I’ll spank you myself, as I have already told you. Over my knee on your bare bottom, as long as I see fit.”

  He watched her look off to the side like she was really thinking about something. She hadn’t looked all that surprised, but she did look scared.

  “The trick is to behave. You know the consequences, and you know how to avoid them.”

  She bobbed her head to the sides like a scale tipping back and forth. “Theoretically.”

  He burst out laughing. She was truly funny. “The funny things that you did in the sketches, did they tell you to do them, or were they your idea?”

  “Mine. I hoped the more I got to be in the club that I would get a chance to walk out of the front door. I wanted to do well, so the crowd would like me and request to see me more often.”

  He nodded at her approvingly. “Well, that part worked. But you don’t have to fear me. Spanking is a duty that every Daddy has. I won’t get any pleasure out of it other than the pleasure of you learning a lesson that was necessary for you to learn. There is one last rule. This one is very important. You may not hurt yourself. I understand that you were in a hopeless situation, but you aren’t anymore. I want you to be safe.”

  He looked at her for a while. He wanted to know what was going through her head. Was she already planning her escape?

  “I want you to be happy with me. Please, come to me when you need anything, anything at all. I’ll always have an open ear for you. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

  Collin looked at her again. He wanted to hear her say it again. He wanted it to come naturally. He hoped it would soon.

  “Okay, Princess. That’s all Daddy has to say. I want you to go find your Nanny, so she can put you down for your nap.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She stood and left the room.

  Collin leaned back in his chair, thinking about her. He deserved the name, Daddy. He had been taking very good care of her. Better care than even she knew. She had no idea that she talked and cried in her sleep. She even searched for him to make everything better. Her hand would pat the bed around her until she felt him there. He held her until she settled down and could sleep normally.

  As soon as he could, he wanted to make an appearance back at the club. He wanted Rick to see that he had everything under control. He didn’t want him to get any odd ideas that he might break his word.

  Collin had meant it when he had signed the contract, saying that he would never let her go.

  Besides, he wanted to find a new woman. He didn’t want to be alone. Having Becky here, proved that.

  She wouldn’t want to be his wife. Becky was afraid of men. Their relationship was father and daughter, but Collin needed a woman for his bed.

  I went up to my room. Nothing he said had surprised me. I even felt like he had stolen lines right out of my books. I wondered if he read my stuff. There weren’t that many books out there about age play.

  I looked for Nanny. She was in her room, which was next to mine.

  “Nanny, Daddy wants you to lay me down for my nap.” She gave me a look like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  I stood in her door and waited.

  She got up and took me by my hand. I walked on holding onto hers and doing what she wanted. She changed me and tucked me in. She sat down by my fire and read her new book.

  Nanny went through lots of books.

  I wondered about her. Didn’t she have a family of her own? She looked like the perfect grandmother would. Silver hair swept up into a loose bun. The couple extra pounds she had on her made her look kind and caring. Blue eyes paled with age and a quick smile. She never said a harsh word.

  I wasn’t ready to go home all by myself anyway: alone in my big house in the middle of nowhere. I would imagine Master behind me every time I turned around. I would expect him to be there when I closed the refrigerator door, took out the trash, and when I was in the shower.

  I fell asleep asking myself if I were still at the club. Perhaps, I had cracked completely, and I lived in my dream world now.

  Who cared? I was getting fed here.

  “Wake up, Princess. It’s okay I’m here.”

  I woke up and looked around. I wasn’t at home but here with Daddy. I was safe. I threw my arms around him and held on tight. “Oh, Daddy,” I sobbed on his chest.

  “It’s okay, Princess, your Daddy has got you.” He held me tightly. I wasn’t afraid of him.

  Daddy repeated so often that he didn’t want to hurt me that I believed him. He was really the perfect man for me. He didn’t want me – that way, and I didn’t ever want to have sex again.

  “Daddy, please don’t ever send me back.” I had no idea where that came from, but the idea of it was terrifying. My subconscious knew that I had a good thing going here. I wanted someone to take care of me – and not just short term. I needed his help.

  “Never, you never have to worry about that.” He moved me, so I could look in his eyes. “You’re my little girl, and you will stay with me forever. I’ll take care of you.”

  “Oh Daddy, please mean that.”

  “I do, I really do.”

  That afternoon, I started to play the piano. Everyone had been sitting in the living room. The doctor was reading up on something, and Nanny had her book, and Daddy was reading the newspaper. I stood up and went to the piano. I touched it ever so slightly with my fingertips. “May I?”

  “Of course, Princess.” Daddy sat up even straighter. “My little girl plays very well,” he bragged to the others. I sat down and played for hours. My fingers weren’t used to it anymore, and they were even stiff.

  My fingers had always been my money makers. They typed my books and played the piano for me. They were so important to me.

  I played until it was time to eat again. I was feeding myself in the meantime. I even talking to the others.

  The doctor told me he would bring me the sheet music he had at his house. His wife used to play. She would have liked it if someone enjoyed it as much as she did.

  Daddy also told me that he would buy anything I needed for my hobby. He then held a little speech about piano playing being the perfect hobby for a little girl. I felt loved and so happy.

  Every time I looked at Collin I said the word ‘Daddy’. I knew how much it meant to him. It was a little favor, and I was happy to give him what he most wanted.

  He gave me so much more.

  Nanny was reading in the living room while I practiced a new piece. Daddy had been true to his word. He had given me lots of sheet music.

  I was writing little notes to myself, and practicing an especially difficult piece. A piece that I would have usually said I didn’t have enough time to learn.

  Nanny had nodded off. If I started to play again, it would wake her. She sat by my bed at night waiting for me to have a nightmare. She then called Daddy in. Everyone in this house needed more sleep than what they were getting.

  I sighed, unsure what I should do now. I didn’t want to be bored.

  Boredom brought with it memories that I was trying to avoid. It was too late already. I felt the blood rushing to my face like I was being tied upside down. Memories were flooding my senses.

  I got up and quietly looked around me for something to do.

  The doctor wasn’t here because ‘my condition’ was improving. Daddy had left an hour ago because he had some work that needed to be done.

  I had to entertain myself.

  Maybe I should pick out a book from
Daddy’s office.

  I quietly left Nanny sleeping, so I could pick out one. I knocked before I went in. No one had answered, so I felt safe going in. I stood in front of his bookshelf and tried to see if he really did have anything from me.

  He didn’t. At least he didn’t keep them here if he did.

  I missed my computer. I had carried it with me wherever I went before. It carried all of my thoughts and ideas. Books that had only been a fleeting thought were waiting for me to spend more time with them.

  Daddy had a computer on his desk. Maybe he would understand that I would want to write again. Before I knew it I had turned his computer on and made myself comfortable at his desk. The routine of this was ever-present.

  I waited for the computer to boot up, and then I saw that he had the same security system that I did. I decided to double click it really quick. His computer was even faster than mine.

  I typed in my name and immediately saw what the world thought had happened to me. It was clear that it was all Rick’s doing. He had found another way to hurt me.

  I checked the dates and realized that he had done all this around Halloween. Why? What had I ever done to him? I even obeyed him mostly. I had been a good slave like it says to be in the bible, and this is how you got repaid.

  My feelings were swinging back and forth like a pendulum between pain and hurt then back to the other side of hate.

  I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Would other people believe that someone like me would burn down their own house because of gambling debts?

  My beautiful home, it had been so perfect. I had spent so much time designing it exactly the way I wanted it to be, and now it was gone, along with it all of my beloved things.

  That asshole, I thought as I clicked on pictures of what was left of my house. By what right did that jerk think he was allowed to get rid of everything that was important to me? He destroyed all of my material things, and he had physically hurt me, too.

  “Becky, where are you?” I heard Daddy call out. I quickly closed the Internet and shut off the computer. I had it off, and I moved away from his desk before he came in.

  He gave me an odd look. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” I answered.

  The computer made a noise signifying that it was truly off now. Both of our heads turned to look at it.

  Stupid computer companies with bitten fruit on it, I thought. Why couldn’t they make computers that silently turned off and on?

  He went to his desk and look at his computer. “Becky, what did you do?” He was mad now.

  I avoided his eye and shook my head.

  “Becky, when I ask questions, I expect answers. You were on the computer. I consider that an escape attempt. You lied to me when I asked what you were doing. The only thing missing would be disrespect.”

  I said nothing, waiting to see what he would do. I figured that he would boot up the computer again and find out what I had done.

  He didn’t. Instead, he walked over to me and snatched me up under his arms. He went over to his sofa and sat down. I was over his knees in seconds.

  This wasn’t right. In all of my books there was the discussion that came before the spanking. The ‘I really hate to do this, but it is for your own good’ talk.

  He had my dress flipped up and my tights and underwear down in a flash. He brought his hand down on my backside, and my free hand shot back to salvage what it could.

  Daddy took my hand and pulled it out of the way. He was so terribly strong, and my feet were dancing as much as they could with my underwear and tights confining them. He spanked hard and quick.

  I could hardly control my breathing. There was just no time to catch my breath.

  My bottom was already burning. I was crying and shaking.

  “I’m sorry that I have to do this to you, but you begged for it. You will obey me. As your Daddy, I demand that you do. This will happen every time you don’t. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week.” Each syllable he said was accompanied with a smack to one of my cheeks.

  I kicked and fussed. My bottom was burning in pain in the meantime, but still I felt safe. I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me in any other way.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again.” I could hardly talk, but I tried. I wanted him to stop. This was so painful. Each spank was making me jerk. He still went on. I cried out. I couldn’t stop myself.

  I thought my tolerance level was so high, but this was somehow different. The smacks came in a way where I couldn’t shut my mind down.

  “Daddy, please stop, please.” Little rivers of tears were rolling down my face. He didn’t stop, this is what he had meant by as long as he saw fit. I gave up my inner fight and took what he was dishing out as I sobbed over his knees.

  He spanked on with such strength.

  I grabbed onto a pillow from the sofa. I had it clenched firmly in my hand.

  He was lecturing me about respecting his things.

  I nodded along with him. Maybe if I had asked him? He was probably trying to save my feelings by not telling me.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. My hold on the pillow relaxed, and I took what I deserved. He had been nothing but nice to me, and I had abused his trust the first chance I got.

  He stopped at that magical moment where I was truly sorry, but I had let it go.

  I could feel him pulling up my underwear. I lifted my hips a little, so he could. He had a little trouble with my tights, but he had those up too before he laid my dress back over my bottom.

  I was still sniffling when he pulled me into his arms. My head was resting on his shoulder, and I was turned away from his head.

  He held me tightly and rubbed my back. “My little Princess, do you believe me now that I would do it?”

  I nodded against his shoulder. My arms were wrapped around his left arm (the one that hadn’t spanked me).

  He chuckled at me. I believed him beforehand too. He had done it before at the club. He had looked so serious when he had done it back then even.

  Daddy was a firm believer in such things. I had known that beforehand. I did take him seriously.

  After he had finished petting my hair, he picked me up and laid me down on the sofa. He got a blanket out and covered me up. I snuggled into the pillows as I kicked off my shoes. I pulled my feet in close to my body.

  He was chuckling at me again. I heard him moving around the room. He stepped out for a couple of minutes too.

  He came back, and I felt his eyes on me. I was pretending to be asleep. He went to his computer and turned it on. I heard that terrible noise that had gotten me into so much trouble.

  I listened to him clicking things then I heard him say ‘oh’. He knew that I knew. I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

  I fell asleep a bit later.

  “Princess, wake up. It’s time for dinner.” He was stroking my cheek lovingly.

  I’ve always been one to wake up quickly, so I nodded at him and sat up. I slipped into my shoes. I needed a moment to really pull my tights up the right way, but that would have to wait. He took me by my hand as we walked out. I stayed close to him as we walked down the hall and across the entry way.

  He seemed taller than ever too. I wondered if he was feeling a little scared about going through with the spanking too.

  He opened the door for me like he always did. He pulled out my chair, and I glanced at it unsure.

  I never had to sit on a freshly spanked bottom before.

  Nanny and the doctor snickered a little. Great, everyone knew that I had gotten a spanking.

  I carefully sat down.

  Jeez, but that man knew how to hit. I gasped as softly as I could, but the whole room was listening for it. I held my breath for as long as I could. Then I slowly let it out.

  Daddy had already shoved my chair back to the table. He had a spring in his step as he sat down. He started the conversation like he always did. I guessed my red backside marked me as his.

  Daddy
announced that he was going to go out tonight. He probably figured that he could because I would stay put, because I wouldn’t want to get another spanking.

  He was probably right.

  Daddy took me up with him to his bedroom after supper. I sat on his bed while he shaved and changed into something a little dressier.

  There was nothing sexual about me being in his bedroom. He was even lecturing me about being good while he was gone.

  Daddy warned me that he would ask Nanny if I had been good or not. He then went on to tell me that we were going to go swimming tomorrow.

  “Oh.”

  “What do you mean with ‘oh’?” He peeked out of the bathroom with a shaving cream beard. He looked like a young Santa Claus.

  “I’m not a good swimmer,” I admitted.

  “Again, what does that mean? Not at all, or you missed not being on the Olympic team by a hair?” Daddy could be funny too.

  “No, more like I can’t hold my breath very long. Then I panic, and then I start to go down and quickly save myself to the side of the pool, lake etc…”

  “I’ll be there don’t worry. I won’t let you drown.” The topic was settled for him, so he went back to shaving.

  “You don’t have to take me anywhere.” I wasn’t ready to go out yet, especially not in a bathing suit, and I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. The rumors, of me faking my death, would get nasty. I wanted to avoid that if I could.

  “We aren’t going out. The pool is here in the house.” He was leaning against the door, watching me. He had finished shaving.

  I exhaled relieved.

  “Why don’t you want to go out?”

  “Sure for a walk maybe but not in a swimsuit. The scars,” I clarified.

  He nodded. “I’ll be taking you out, a lot, but first when you’re ready. Daddy doesn’t mind you hanging around here.”