by Rachel Burns
“Thank you.”
He nodded and showered while I lay down (on my stomach of course) and looked through a fashion magazine that he had lying around. I had never had a GQ in my hands before. I was moving my feet back and forth, exactly like in my sketch back then.
That was how he found me. He was dressed and ready to go. He looked really good. “You look very nice, Daddy.” I gave him a smile.
“Thank you, Princess. Let’s get you into bed, so Daddy can go.”
I went to his hand again, and he brought me to my room, which was directly across the hall from his. We basically had identical suites. The rooms themselves were only styled differently, and my closet wasn’t full, and his was.
I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth and change into my pajamas. I peeked at my backside while Daddy was quizzing Nanny about his cell number.
I went back out to them, and Nanny smiled at me and tucked me in. Daddy was doing something with his phone and another phone.
“Okay, Nanny, if you want to reach me, you only have to push two buttons, and you got me. I never turn my cell off. So if you don’t reach me, then I’m in a tunnel or something. You just have to try again.” He gave her one of the cell phones. “Try it, Nanny.”
She did, and his cell rang right away. She looked pleased.
He smiled at her as he walked over to me. He pulled the covers up high around me and gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Be good. Or else.” He smiled at that, and then he stood up. It was probably really good for him to be going out again. He had been cooped up with me for so long already.
“Yes, Daddy,” I promised. He smiled at me and left. Nanny settled down, and I went right to sleep.
I didn’t even stop to wonder why I didn’t hate him for spanking me.
Chapter 12 – Swimming Lessons
Daddy was holding my hand again. We were going to his indoor pool. We each had swimsuits on. His was a black tight boxer type one.
He looked fantastic. He looked so good that he could be one of the models in his magazine.
Thankfully, we weren’t interested in me that way. I was glad that I didn’t have that worry anymore. Sex didn’t interest me anymore.
I was wearing a pink swimsuit with a little skirt. I looked really cute. I’d had the little girls in my books wearing similar things. I had expected it, and I was even excited to see that I had been right in what I had written.
We stood at the side of the pool because I had stopped moving.
Daddy was trying not to laugh. He let go of my hand and laid his towel on one of the garden furniture like chairs he had there. He walked back to me. “Shall we?” He was grinning from ear to ear.
“You first?”
He shrugged his shoulders, did a little hop and dove in. His head popped up on the other side of the pool. He shook the water from his face and turned to me.
“Very impressive.” I must have said it a little too cocky, because his eyebrow rose up.
“Put your towel down and jump in to Daddy’s arms.” He swam closer and held out his arms to catch me.
I slowly put my towel down on the chair next to his and walked to the side of the pool. I stood there until he raised an eyebrow again. I shook my head.
He lowered his arms and sighed.
“Don’t you have steps to get in?”
“I’ll catch you.” His arms shot out of the water again.
I shook my head again. “I can’t really swim. Whatever expectations you have, lower them.”
He laughed again. “Come here, Princess.”
I walked up and down near him, not close enough for him to grab onto a foot, but close enough that he could see that I was trying.
“Sit down on the side, and I’ll lift you in.” He looked understanding, so I sat down and reached for him too. He lifted me up and then into the water.
“Cold, Daddy, it’s cold.” I started to kick a little.
“That’s it, Princess, kick those feet for me.” He had me in the water, so I was on my stomach next to him. “Move your arms, too.”
I tried to get away from him, but he held me tight. “Stand me up, so I can do a little dive and get all wet. I’m too cold.”
He actually did. I didn’t think he would. I did a little dive and came back up coughing.
He snatched me up and pulled me to his chest as he patted my back. “We’ll take it slowly. You have a lot of time to learn.”
I looked at him and nodded.
He held me and had me kick until my legs got tired.
“Daddy, my legs hurt,” I whined.
“That’s okay, we can practice a simple dive. I’ll lift you up over my head, and you can dive into the water behind me.”
He looked eager, but I shook my head. “That doesn’t sound simple. I can’t do that.”
“I’ll be holding onto you. You can do it.
“No really, some other time.” I was wadding towards the ladder, wanting to get out of the pool.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He tried to grab me around my waist, but I pushed away from him.
“Young lady, I’m warning you.” His eyebrows squinted together. He tried to grab for me again.
Again, I did what I could, so he couldn’t. I could tell that he was getting mad, but I really didn’t want that burning sensation that you get in your nose and eyes, or any more water in my ears. Besides, I had already swallowed a lot of water. Swimming simply wasn’t my thing.
I tried to swim away from him, but he caught me with an ease that embarrassed me.
He pulled me to the side of the pool and lifted me out. He pulled himself out within a second.
“Oh no, Daddy, no.” I recognized that look in his eyes.
Daddy was reaching for me. He wanted to spank me again. He was pulling my swimsuit down over my shoulders.
“Daddy, please no.”
“Stop your fussing. Daddy has seen you naked before.” He had my bathing suit down, and me over his knees in seconds. He was sitting on the side of the pool with his feet in the water.
I was holding on to him, so I wouldn’t fall into the water. I could already see that happening. I would fall in naked with only my suit around my knees, and drown.
He wasn’t worried about anything like that. His concentration was only on my bottom. He spanked hard and fast.
Why couldn’t he respect that I wasn’t a good swimmer and leave it at that? I cried and wailed, which was made worse by the echo in the room. He smacked at my bottom, and I was in so much pain that I was slapping at the tiles in front of my face, too. “Daddy, please stop. It hurts worse on my wet bottom.”
“Good. I’ll bet you will think twice before you disobey me again. I was clear that I wouldn’t let you get hurt. It hurts Daddy when you don’t trust him. I’ve told you time and time again that I’ll protect you.”
Daddy spanked on with all of his might, and I started to feel guilty.
He didn’t buy me, so he could hurt me, like the other ones would have. He bought me, so I could share his life with him. Daddy meant well with me. I should probably be more thankful.
I stopped fighting him and accepted my fate to be spanked. He stopped shortly after that.
In my books I always wrote about that moment too. Why couldn’t I remember that was the trick to get him to stop, while he was spanking me? I simply couldn’t concentrate on that, or I would have faked it.
“Pull your suit back into place, and we will practice diving.”
I had another little problem. Would it matter or would it make him mad? “I have to go to the bathroom, Daddy.”
“That’s fine. Clean yourself up and come back quickly.” He pointed to a door.
I nodded while still sniffling. I hurried into the bathroom with my swimsuit around my knees. I went quickly and then washed my face. It was still red. I had screamed so loud that the whole house must have heard me. I had to try to be better behaved.
I now had the age old problem of getting a wet bo
dy into a wet swimsuit. I was having great difficulties. The suit was digging into my freshly spanked bottom. I pulled and yanked and twisted, and I still wasn’t making much headway.
I felt two extra hands on me helping me pull. It took over a minute, but we got my suit into place.
Daddy was chuckling as he pulled. “Now you have, yet, another reason to behave yourself in the pool. I’m warning you now. If you fuss again, I’ll spank you again, and then we will practice diving. Even if it takes all day and hundreds of spankings.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, defeated.
He took my hand and brought me back out to the pool. He jumped in and held his arms out to me.
I sat on the side, but it hurt my bottom so much that I jumped into his arms.
He grinned again and explained exactly what he wanted me to do.
Daddy lifted me up over his head, and I was supposed to fold my hands together and dive gracefully into the water. His arms moved back, and my body was moving head first towards the water.
I screamed again and tried to push away the water with my open hands. It wasn’t what he imagined, but he praised me, and we tried again and again.
“Princess, put your hands together and glide into the water.”
I was cold and shaking in the meantime. I had swallowed a lot of water. I figured I had to do it right to get him to stop practicing with me.
His hands went to my waist again, and it felt like he was throwing me over his head.
My hands came together, and I dove into the water. I came back up really far away from Daddy. I had hardly made a splash. I didn’t have to cough this time either. I had managed to keep my mouth shut.
“I did it, Daddy. I did it,” I beamed at him.
“I knew you could, Princess.” He swam over to me and hugged me tightly. “I think we can quit for now. Tomorrow we can practice some more. Let’s get you into a warm shower.” He helped me out and pulled himself out again.
Daddy took my hand and warned me about slipping. He walked me slowly to the bathroom from before. He got undressed and went into one of the showers.
I got undressed and went into another one.
I was really surprised to see my shampoo and soap in there. The same little girl strawberry shampoo as in my room was in here.
I washed my hair and the rest of me. I was kind of thankful that he didn’t want to do that for me.
This was all still very new to me. I wasn’t really sure what he wanted from me exactly. It seemed that he only wanted to spend time with me, but he wanted to be the boss in that time.
I wrung out my hair and wrapped myself up in the towel before I went out to Daddy. He had his towel around his waist. He was combing his hair when I came out.
This bathroom had a vanity with two sinks. He was standing in front of one with a drawer open.
“That’s your sink, and you have your things in the drawer under it.”
I opened the drawer, and I saw exact copies of my things from my bathroom upstairs. I brushed my hair straight and started to blow it dry.
He was blow drying his hair too. When he was finished, he helped me with my hair. It took a long time to get it dry.
“Do you think that it is too long?” I asked him. If he planned to go swimming with me every day, then this long hair drying could get in his nerves.
“Daddy doesn’t even want to hear you talking about that. Little girls should have long hair. Yours is especially nice.”
That was the end of that. I got to keep my hair.
It had been my warm blanket for so long that I really did want to keep it. Nanny was smearing stuff into it every other night to get it to look healthy again. I hadn’t been getting enough vitamins before. Daddy was taking better care of me.
Rick didn’t even know what it meant to care for someone other than himself. I was still surprised that I had lived through everything.
Daddy picked up swimsuits and towels and threw them down the laundry chute. “Your robe is hanging on the back of the door.”
I saw a pink one and a black one hanging there. I grabbed the pink one and put it on. He threw the towel that he was wearing down the chute and put on his robe. I extra looked away and threw my towel down the chute too.
He took hold of my hand and showed me where he had warm slippers waiting for us.
I was marveling about all the work that got put into this. He was really a lot richer than I had been. I was sure he didn’t pack my drawer and place my slippers by the heater.
He took me up to my room. All the while, he held my hand. Not like boyfriend/girlfriend, but like a father who was holding on to his very young daughter.
“Nanny, we are going to the factory after lunch. Dress her nice and warm,” he said to her. To me he said, “See you at lunch, Princess.”
I wondered about a couple of things. First, I wondered about the factory. What was that about? And about him not being at all mad after a spanking.
I had a feeling that it was over, forgiven and forgotten.
Chapter 13 – A Day In Town With Daddy
Nanny got out a pair of trousers for me. She combined it with a really soft blouse and a warm sweater. Only a string of pearls was missing, and I would look like a soccer mom. She braided my long hair in one long thick braid.
I looked like an adult. I hadn’t looked like one, nor felt like on in so long. It was somehow hard for me to take Nanny’s hand dressed this way.
This is something I would have worn at home in my beautiful house. I would have started a fire and made myself a cup of hot chocolate, and then I would have gotten comfortable on my sofa while covered up with a blanket and worked on my laptop. I would have been truly happy.
I had loved my lonely life. It had been a nice life with the characters I created in my mind. I had complete control, and then came that fateful day – I didn’t want to think about that anymore. A chill went down my back.
We had reached the dining room now. Daddy was there, smiling at me.
I went right to his hand. I was scared, and I needed him to protect me. The memories were so strong and real, and it felt like they were breathing down my neck.
Daddy sat me down and we ate together. He seemed to be in a hurry.
After we were finished, he stood, took my hand and he brought me to the entryway. He got his coat out of the front closet and slipped into it. He then pulled out a coat for me and helped me into it. Nanny had followed us.
Daddy turned to her, smiling. “Nanny, we are going to tour the factory, then go to a couple of shops in town. I was thinking that if she were really good, we could go out to eat too. I have to see how much she is up for today.”
Nanny nodded at him and smiled at me. Daddy took my hand as he finished talking to her. She went off to lay down for a bit. Daddy walked out of the front door with me holding his hand.
I was scared again. I held onto his hand very tightly.
He opened the passenger side of his car and helped me in carefully, lifting the hem of my coat and laying it over my lap, so it wouldn’t get caught in the door. He closed the door, walked around the car and got in.
We drove off in his expensive sports car.
Car models were also something that I had to look up. I was a car idiot. I had bought my last car because it was supposed to be safe and highly efficient, (I liked the color and the seats were really comfortable too).
He drove through a small town that had the streets plowed. The snow was piled high on the sides of the roads. I was thinking that I could build that into a book. The road looked like it was a trap.
Had I only thought that because I was paranoid?
He drove over train tracks, and I could make out a huge building that had several signs marking it as Burke’s Manufacturing. A man who smiled at him waved us through a gate. He pulled up close to the building in a spot that had his name on it.
“Stay sitting, Princess. I’ll open the door for you.” He got out and came around to get me out of the car. He too
k me by the hand into the building.
It was all factory-looking with gray painted cement walls and floors. A machine that turned the whole pallet with boxes on them while a huge roll of plastic wrap was wrapped around it.
Daddy led me up a metal staircase. The people all looked at us. There were offices, and the floor was carpeted up here. Secretaries were running with files. One of them went to him and explained something to him. Her eyes darted to me again and again. She looked really curious about me. He went into an office that was a lot simpler than the one we had at home.
Daddy removed my coat and hung it up. Then he set me down on the sofa.
He talked to the woman telling her to do a huge list of things while he removed his coat and hung it up.
“Should I bring in coffee?” she asked him.
“Coffee for me and hot chocolate for Becky.” He went to his desk and sat down. He booted up his computer here, which was the same as at home.
The woman left, closing the door behind her.
“Daddy only has to take care of a couple of things before he can give you a tour of our factory. Drink your hot chocolate, and be good.” He had been working at his desk opening drawers and calling up the programs he wanted on his computer until he said the words be good. He looked at me then.
Was he really that worried?
“Yes, Daddy,” I assured him. I sat there nicely, and he turned his attention back to what he was doing. I quietly watched him, while I let things run through my head.
He was the big boss here. The factory had many buildings and his name was written everywhere. He probably employed the whole city in one way or the other, be it directly or by marriage or by having the employee who worked here buying clothes and things at their stores. That was a lot of responsibility.
I sat very quietly while he made a couple of phone calls.
His secretary came back with some papers for him and his coffee and my hot chocolate. I smiled my thanks at her. Daddy was on the phone, so I stayed quiet, not wanting to disturb him.
She left us again.
He worked for a while, and then he suddenly jumped up and reached for me. He took me by my hand again.
