by Polly Carter
“I’ve only been to town a couple of times. Len has done most of the setting up here, and then I came yesterday for last night’s meeting. Are you mad I didn’t come and see you?”
She shook her head. “That’s good. I was so rushed, and if I had seen you it would have been too hard to spend maybe half an hour with you and then have to dash off. And if you hadn’t sent me away like you’ve done the other times I tried to see you, I didn’t want to risk leaving in case you changed your mind.” He smiled at her to take any sting out of his words, and she smiled back wondering how she could ever be cross with him. He was so lovely.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, the name slipping out before she realised it was going to. “Oh!” She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.
Marcus reached out his hand and put it on her leg. “God, I love it when you call me Daddy, baby. I’ve missed it so much. Am I still your Daddy then? Or at least can I be your Daddy again? I so want to be.”
With her hands clasped over the bottom half of her face, Pearl looked at him with big round eyes. “I want it too,” she whispered.
As if that said all that needed to be said, they were both silent for the remainder of the journey. After passing through the town, Marcus headed east a short distance before turning into a short driveway leading to an old farmhouse.
“Welcome to Steep Gully Farm, or what’s left of it, anyway,” he said when they’d pulled up in front of a weatherboard and iron cottage and were out of the car. “Originally, it used to encompass all the land around here.” He waved his arm around to give an indication. “Most of the land has been sold off and it’s just the house and three acres left. The house, so I’m told, is one of the oldest in the district and it’s still in excellent condition. It’s obviously been well loved and well maintained. Come on, I’ll show you inside. It’s not fancy, but it’s cosy and comfortable and plenty enough for me.”
He held out his hand and Pearl took it as she followed him inside.
“This is the kitchen and the lounge room,” he said as he led her through the rooms. “And that’s the bathroom, and there are two bedrooms up the hall and my room’s over there and there’s a sleep-out too. I’ll show you my room.” They crossed the lounge room and stopped in a doorway. “It’s a bit of a mess at the moment, but it’ll be better when I’ve moved in properly. And the other bedrooms,” he said leading her up the hall. They stopped in another doorway and Pearl gasped, then looked up at him with wide eyes. He bent and brushed her lips with his, then shrugged. “I brought your things.”
Pearl walked into the room, her mouth open in surprise. The bed was made up and over it was the quilt cover with the picture of the tiara-wearing cat. Marcus opened the wardrobe door and Pearl could see some of the clothes he’d given her on hangers, while others were neatly folded in a chest of drawers. Her rug was on the floor, the Shaun the Sheep stuffies were all sitting on the bed, and the room looked for all the world like a little girl’s room.
“What do you think?” he asked when Pearl remained speechless. “Do you like it? I thought you might want to spend some time in it. I kind of hoped you would anyway. I’ve got some other presents. I bought them for you before, but didn’t get a chance to give them to you.”
Instead of replying, Pearl collapsed on the floor into a cross-legged sitting position, leant her elbows on her knees and rested her chin in her hands. Marcus waited for a moment, but when she still didn’t say anything, he sat on the floor with her.
“What is it, baby? Don’t you like it?”
“I want Shaun,” she said. Marcus reached up and fetched Shaun the Sheep off the bed and handed it to her. She pulled her knees up and hugged the toy, burying her face in it. Marcus made to touch her, but she grunted and pulled away.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
“Go away,” she muttered.
“Go away? Do you want me to go away?”
She nodded exaggeratedly and edged further away from him so he couldn’t see her face.
He grinned and got up.
“All right, then. I guess if you want me to go away, I’ll have to go away. I might go into the kitchen and see if I can find some chocolate. You’ll be all right here by yourself?”
Scrunched up with her knees as close to her chest as she could get them, and Shaun covering her face, she nodded.
“Okay. I’ll go away then.”
After he’d gone, Pearl got up and closed the door, then carefully went through the cupboard and all the drawers to see what was there. Each item of clothing was attached to so many wonderful and precious memories. Little skirts and tops she’d worn when they’d gone out together, and the pyjamas with the kissing teddy bears that he’d dressed her in after her bath. She’d never expected to see any of them again, and Daddy had brought them all for her and set up a special room even though he couldn’t be certain she would ever come here. Her heart was so full of love for him she was afraid it would burst, and she had to lie on the bed until it stopped beating so fast. He’d given her such a lovely surprise, she wanted to do something special for him too, to show him he really was her Daddy again. It didn’t take long to get ready, and then she opened the door, sat on the bed and called out, “Daddy.”
Her heart was pounding as she heard him walking down the hall, and then he was at the door. He stopped dead when he saw her. She squirmed. Why wasn’t he saying anything? She held Shaun up to cover her mouth, and her movement seemed to snap Marcus out of his trance. He sat next to her on the bed.
“What’s up, little girl?” he asked gently, stroking some loose strands of hair off her face. “You’re wearing your spanking pj’s,” he prompted when she didn’t answer. “Do you think Daddy should spank your bottom?” She nodded but didn’t look at him. “Look at me, baby,” he said firmly. She raised her eyes so he could see them. She was trembling, her heart was full and she ached in the hot, damp place he used to play. “Why do you think Daddy should spank you? Have you been a naughty girl?” She nodded. “Come here and tell Daddy,” he said pulling her onto his knee and cradling her against his chest. “There, there, baby,” he crooned, stroking her hair as she trembled against him. “It’s all right, little girl. Daddy’s here to take care of you. You’ve been such a good girl while Daddy was gone, haven’t you? You’ve been so grown up, working hard and going to school. Daddy’s very, very proud of you. Do you know that?”
Pressing as hard as she could against his big, strong chest and feeling like she was going to burst, Pearl nodded and shuddered.
“Do you want to not have to be such a big girl all the time?” Marcus went on, speaking gently, stroking her hair and gently rocking her from side to side. “Would you like to just be Daddy’s Little girl for a while?” Pearl nodded. “And do you think Daddy should spank your bottom for running away from the party all by yourself and not waiting for Daddy? That was very naughty, wasn’t it?”
Pearl’s eyes were closed as she let his soft voice and soothing words wash over her. It had been so long since she’d been able to shed her adult persona and be fully a Little girl again. Even though she wanted it so badly, it was hard to suddenly let go after all this time. But there was one sure way Marcus could strip away the last vestiges of her being an adult in control, one place where she was totally his Little girl—across his knee having her bottom spanked.
“Yes, Daddy. I was very naughty,” she whispered.
“Stand up next to me then, baby,” Marcus said, opening his arms to release her. She wriggled off his lap, keeping her head buried and stood next to him with her feet pigeon-toed and one on top of the other. “Daddy has to undo your flap, baby girl.” Pearl slowly shuffled around, pressing her hands to her aching stomach and squeezing her thighs together. What would Daddy think if he knew how she was feeling down there?
Marcus ran his hands over her bottom, squeezing her cheeks. “You were a naughty girl, weren’t you? The first time Daddy ever spanked you was for running
away from him in the park, wasn’t it? And now he’s going to spank you for running away from him at the party. I hope you learn your lesson this time. Daddy doesn’t want you to run away from him ever again.” As he was speaking, he undid the buttons of the flap to expose her bottom and continued rubbing and squeezing it. His hand was big enough to cover a whole cheek, and soon that big hand would be turning those cheeks a deep, deep pink.
“Come on, little girl. Time to put yourself over my knee.” Without looking at him, she handed Shaun to him and then lay across his lap. Marcus sat Shaun on the bed, and gazed adoringly at her milky pale bottom framed by her onesie.
“I want you to be a very good girl while Daddy spanks you, and if you are, Daddy has a present for you. Would you like a present?”
Pearl wriggled and nodded. She clutched onto his trouser leg as she felt him lay his left arm across her back. His right hand pushed her onesie out of the way, and stroked her bottom. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded. “Say it, baby,” he ordered.
“Ready, Daddy,” she whispered.
Chapter 30
Marcus
Looking down at Pearl’s perfect, pale, round bottom, Marcus felt well-pleased with himself. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he was exactly where he wanted to be and in control of his life and destiny. He had no regrets about leaving Holding Corporation. He’d done his duty and overseen its recovery for the second time in his life, and left it prospering under his brother’s capable care. In the time they’d worked together, they’d rekindled their relationship and developed a new liking and respect for each other, and if Ray wanted any help or advice, Marcus was only a phone call away. He understood completely Marcus’s need and desire to get away and supported his decision.
His mother, however, was neither understanding nor forgiving. When he’d told her about the multi-million-dollar foundation he’d set up and that he was leaving the company and the city to work in the country, she was furious. Assuming he was using family money, she had demanded he shut it down immediately and return the money, and discovering that, in fact, he’d used money he’d made trading in bitcoin hadn’t appeased her. She’d been furious he hadn’t offered to invest it in the family business, and told him she was cutting him out of the will and never wanted to see or hear from him again.
It was what he’d expected, but he’d hoped he might be wrong. He didn’t want to be estranged from his mother but, more than that, he didn’t want his life to be dictated by her. He was going to live the life he wanted, in the way he wanted, with the woman he wanted. And that woman was currently wearing the spanking pj’s he’d bought for her and was lying meekly across his knee waiting to be spanked. His woman. His Little girl. She was adorable and she was perfect. He had an enormous erection that was throbbing insistently and uncomfortably, but he was determined to fight temptation to relieve himself yet, although it was taking a herculean effort.
He was tired of being his only release and eager to plunge himself to the hilt in her hot welcoming velvet, but his Little girl had asked him to spank her, had shown she wanted and needed it, and he was going to enjoy this almost as much. As he raised his hand, he sensed there would be a catharsis in it for both of them. He heard her gasp as his hand connected with her soft flesh, but she didn’t move. He paused, then smacked her other cheek.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, and heard her whisper, “Yes, Daddy.” Pulling her to him, he settled into a rhythm, not hard, but relentless, loving how her chubby bottom poking through the flap of her onesie was developing a rosy patch on each cheek.
He paused to feel their warmth. “You’re never ever going to run away from Daddy again, are you?”
“No, Daddy. Promise.”
“Have you had enough spanking, or do you think Daddy should spank you a little bit harder?”
“A little bit harder, Daddy,” was the almost inaudible whisper. Marcus felt like he was about to explode in his trousers. He raised his hand to spank her harder and faster. She began to wriggle and squirm and he had to hold her tighter as she cried out, “Ow, Daddy. Ow. Oh. Please, Daddy. Nuff. I’m sorry. I shan’t run away again. Promise. Promise, Daddy.”
He could feel her voice breaking and with a last few harder spanks, he stopped, pulled her up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, his throat so tight he could scarcely breathe and a tic throbbing near his temple.
“Oh my baby girl,” he muttered thickly as she looked up at him with huge, soft, moist doe eyes, and he bent to kiss her gently, savouring the incredible softness of her lips. He could feel all tension leaving her body as she melted against him, and he would have unzipped his chest and snuggled her inside it if it were possible. He moved his mouth from her lips and dropped kisses on her face, her hair, her neck, anywhere he could reach.
“Daddy?” she said in a tiny voice.
“Yes, darling girl?”
“You said I could have a present if I was a good girl for my spanking. Was I good girl?”
“You were a very good girl. Do you want your present?”
Pearl jiggled up and down on his knee, looked up at him with a big grin and bounced her head up and down.
“Come on then, precious girl, stand up so Daddy can button up your flap, then hop into bed and I’ll get your present.”
Her flap secured, Pearl hopped into the bed with Shaun and watched while Marcus opened a drawer and fetched a bag. He sat on the bed next to her, holding the bag on his lap.
“I bought this for you before the party but didn’t get a chance to give it to you,” he began. Pearl blushed and held Shaun up in front of her face.
“Naw,” Marcus said gently, pushing the plush toy down so he could see her face. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s forgotten and we won’t ever have to talk about it again.” He kissed her, then held the bag up. “You don’t have to have it if you don’t want it,” he said seriously. “Daddy won’t be offended. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” Pearl said seriously despite wriggling with eagerness to see what her present was. Marcus handed her the bag and she opened it, saw what was inside, closed it quickly and shut her eyes tight, then opened them wide with surprise and stared at him. For a moment he couldn’t quite read her reaction and held his breath. Then she shimmied with excitement, opened the bag again, reached into it and pulled out a pacifier.
“Is this really for me, Daddy?” she asked.
“It is, my darling. Would you like it?”
She nodded. “Am I allowed to use it?”
“Of course.” He took it from her and removed it from its plastic packaging. “Wait there. I’m going to wash it first and then I’ll read you a story and you can see if you like it.”
She did like it, he could tell. When it was clean and he’d given it to her and started reading a “Winnie-the-Pooh” story about a heffalump, she pressed it against her lips. Marcus could see she wanted it but was shy, so he didn’t look at her as she poked her tongue out to touch it a few times, then sucked the tip and finally took it all in her mouth and suckled. Not wanting to embarrass her, he watched her out of the corner of his eye.
When the story was finished, he took her into his bedroom. Having re-established her as his precious little girl, he was going to reclaim her as his woman. While she waited, he fetched something which he put in his pocket.
“I’m going to undress you,” he said. “Is that all right?”
She nodded and didn’t move, while he undid her onesie and slipped it off, other than lifting her arms and legs when he wanted her to. He swallowed hard as her perfect breasts were revealed to him after so long. Oh, how he’d missed those soft handfuls with their tasty cherry tips. He massaged each one gently.
“Did you mean what you said about never running away again, Pearl?” he asked. “I shan’t make you live in a mansion or have lavish parties or mix with people you don’t like. We can stay in this cottage forever if that’s what you want. I love you, Pearl. I don’t want to live without you. Wil
l you be mine forever?”
“Yes,” she replied, tears welling in her eyes. “I love you too, Daddy. I don’t want to live without you either. I will live in this cottage with you forever, and will never run away. I hope one day your mother will accept me. I want to be part of your family, if they will have me, as much as I want you to be part of mine.”
“I love your folks already, you know that, don’t you, baby? They are so warm and welcoming; it’s incredibly easy to be part of your family. And even though Mother has been awful, she does love me, and I do believe there’s a good chance she will come around once she realises I am deadly serious about living my own life. So, you will be mine forever? Promise?” She nodded. “Will you kneel for me, baby?” She knelt in front him, gazing up with such adoration he could scarcely breathe as he reached into his pocket and took out the diamond collar. “And will you wear this for me when I ask you to, to show you belong only to me?” She nodded, knelt up and lifted her head as high as she could so he could fasten it around her throat. When it was secured, he placed his hand on her head. “Will you do whatever I ask?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And what will you say if you don’t like it or want to stop or I am accidentally hurting you?”
“Barlese,” she whispered.
“And will you let me look at you, while I undress?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’d like you to get on the bed, on your hands and knees with your head resting in your hands, and your legs apart.”
Pearl did as she was asked, every intimate part of her exposed to his gaze. He could see her bottom, flushed from its recent spanking, and how wet and swollen she was, how ready to take him inside her. He finished taking off his clothes and pulled on a condom while he gazed hungrily at her, waiting for him like a luscious feast. She shuddered when he placed his finger at the entrance to her tight, wet tunnel, and pressed gently. She was so slick, his finger slid in without any resistance. He felt her relax against him to allow full access to her deepest part, and she rocked gently as he slid his finger out and in. Then he took it out and walked around the bed so she could see him.