Little Daisy

by Chloe Carpenter

  "There's no need for that," snapped Daisy. "I reorganised them myself only last week."

  Glenda arched a sculpted brow. "Do you work here?"

  "Yes. Every Saturday." Ok, only one Saturday so far, but what the hell ... I'm not having this bitch dictating how the jigsaws should be organised.

  Johnny observed their interaction with a bemused smile and decided it would be opportune if he were to step in. "Well Glenda, thank you for coming in at such short notice. You've been very helpful." Glenda smirked. Daisy bristled. "So I'll see you tomorrow - 9am?"

  "You certainly will, Johnny. I'll bake some cupcakes and bring them in, shall I?"

  "Oh, you temptress! Never could resist a cupcake," joked Johnny.

  "Mmm," said Glenda seductively, "once you've tasted what I have to offer, you won't want to sample any other."

  Daisy's little face turned as black as thunder. When Glenda rose from her chair, so did she. And something within her snapped ... some instinctive inner devilment prompted her to stick out her foot just as Glenda was walking past on those ridiculous three-inch stiletto heels.

  The blonde tripped and fell headlong. There was a mighty thud as she landed in an ungainly heap, much to Daisy's satisfaction.

  "Oops, don't trip over the carpet," warned Daisy. Hah!

  "I didn't trip! YOU made me fall!" hissed Glenda.

  "I did not," retorted Daisy. I hope she's broken both legs. What a bitch.

  "Glenda - are you ok?" Johnny moved over to help her up. "Can you stand?"

  "She's fine," said Daisy. Unfortunately. Pity she didn't break her bloody neck.

  "I've ruined my stockings!" wailed Glenda.

  Stockings? She's wearing stockings to work? Tart.

  "I'll buy you a new pair. Up you get," said Johnny solicitously.

  Don't you bloody dare buy the bitch stockings!

  "Oh my knee hurts so," whimpered Glenda. "And it's all HER fault, the cow."

  "You insulting PIG!" cried Daisy.

  "Girls, girls," said Johnny in a tone that Daisy was very familiar with. "We'll have no disagreements or displays of bad manners in my shop. Daisy - did you trip Glenda up?"

  "No," lied Daisy, darting a smarmy look at Glenda when she thought Johnny wasn't looking. "She tripped over her own big feet."

  "I do NOT have big feet," snapped Glenda. She broke free of Johnny's grip on her arm and pointed at Daisy. "She's lying."

  "Am not," said Daisy sullenly.

  "Right, that's enough." Johnny took Glenda's arm and escorted her through the shop and out through the door to where she had parked her car nearby. Daisy followed and stood in the shop doorway, trying to listen to their conversation. As Johnny closed the car door, Daisy stepped back quickly inside the shop.

  When Johnny returned, he looked at her quizzically. "What was all that about, Daisy?"

  "Nothing. I don't like her."

  "She's perfectly nice. Why don't you like her?"

  "She ... she was all over you ... flirting. The bitch!"

  "Ah. So you did trip her up?"

  Again Daisy shook her head. "No. But I wish I had," she said defiantly.

  Johnny sighed. It had been a long day. "Come on, let's go. We'll get to the bottom of this little episode later." At the mention of 'bottom', Daisy pulled a rueful face. She knew, somehow, that it would be her own bottom paying the price for her naughtiness.

  And she was right!

  ---oOo---

  Johnny didn't mention the subject of Glenda again until after they had finished dinner. He took Daisy by the hand and led her through to the sitting room. Seating himself in the middle of the sofa he had her stand facing him, and as he studied her face, he clearly saw the guilt and the apprehension that she failed to disguise.

  "So, little one, why did you trip Glenda up in the shop?"

  "I-" She was about to declare her innocence once again, but clammed up. She was already feeling bad - not for tripping up bitch-face, but for not having the guts to admit it to Johnny. She had lied to him. It was obvious that he knew that. It was also obvious that she would soon be facing the consequences of her actions. So she stood somewhat shamefacedly and stared at the carpet whilst fiddling with her fingers.

  "Stop fidgeting, Daisy, and look at me." Apprehensively she raised her head, and with a determined effort, put her hands down by her sides. "Now, please answer the question."

  "Well, I ... that is... she ... ugh! I hate her!" She paused, looking for some sympathy. She received none. Johnny maintained an inscrutable stare as he waited patiently for her response. "I didn't actually know I was going to trip her up. It just ... it just sort of happened. I didn't plan it."

  "But you went ahead and did it, nevertheless."

  "Um. Yeah. I guess so." She bit her lip.

  "You need to think before you act, particularly in this instance, when you were motivated by spite and petty jealousy."

  "Oh, I wasn't jealous!" she declared vehemently, but as soon as the words were out, she knew they weren't true. "Well ... maybe I was a teensy bit jealous," she admitted ruefully.

  "Why? Because she was a bit flirty with me?" Daisy nodded. "Daisy, you've not known me for a long time, but during the time we've had together we've grown very close, you and I. Wouldn't you agree?" She nodded furiously. "And deep down, I think you know that I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise our relationship. There's only one woman in my life, and that's you."

  "Ohhh," Daisy sighed in relief and took a pace forward, intending to fling herself at him, but he held up a hand in admonishment.

  "No. Not yet. We have a little business to deal with first. And I think you know what that is?"

  "I'm getting a spanking I suppose."

  "There's no suppose about it, Daisy. Go upstairs and bring me the hairbrush from my chest of drawers."

  Daisy's eyes widened. "The nasty big old hairbrush?"

  "That's the one." Johnny pointed to the door. "Go get it."

  Daisy pulled a face and headed out of the room, as she climbed the stairs, she imagined how that stinky old brush would feel on her bottom. When she got to Johnny's bedroom, she reached up for the brush. It was solid, heavy in her hand, the dark wood gleaming mockingly, as though it knew it was about to be used to discipline a naughty girl. Reluctantly she went back downstairs and handed the brush to Johnny, thinking how mean he was to have made her fetch the brush herself.

  He took it from her hand. "Tell me why you are about to be punished, Daisy."

  Punished. That word reverberated ominously. Daisy chewed her lip. "Er ... because ... because I did a bad thing. I tripped bi- I mean Glenda, I tripped her up deliberately. I stuck my foot out and she fell over it. I wanted her to suffer and look stupid in front of you ... because I don't like her."

  "That's an honest response. But you can't go around hurting people just because you don't happen to like them. Glenda had a bruised knee but she could just as easily have had a broken leg."

  Maybe next time, thought Daisy, grimly. But all she said to Johnny was, "Yes sir."

  "There's also another reason why you're getting a spanking. What is it?"

  "I lied to you," she said in a small voice.

  "Yes you did, and I don't want you to ever lie to me again, Daisy. Is that clear?"

  She nodded. "Yes sir. I'm truly sorry I lied to you."

  "Right. Come here and get over my lap. I'm going to take your panties down and spank your bare bottom."

  Daisy once again experienced that surge in the pit of her stomach. His words always had such a profound effect on her. She felt her pussy give an involuntary spasm, and yet she knew that this particular spanking wasn't going to be a fun one. This was for punishment. And she knew she deserved it. A shudder ran through her.

  He began with his hand, to - did she but know it- give her the kindness of a warm-up before the main event. He spanked her lightly at first, bringing a warmth and a delicate pink glow to her chubby cute cheeks; then he upped the anti and spanked a little more firmly, s
o that the pink turned to red and the warmth became real heat. As he continued delivering measured spanks to her glowing cheeks, Daisy began to wail and protest.

  "Ow! Ow! I don't like it."

  "Then you shouldn't have tripped Glenda up, should you," came the response. He carried on - left and right, high to the crown, low to the crease, spanking harder now, knowing that she was really feeling it.

  He paused to pick up the hairbrush, and brought it down with a resounding Crack! On her bottom.

  That first swat of the brush took her by surprise. She wriggled furiously and craned her neck to see what had caused that fierce burn. For surely an innocuous little hairbrush couldn't hurt so damned much! The second stroke fell in exactly the same place as the first, right across her lower cheeks. Daisy yelped and wriggled again.

  "Keep still," came Johnny's command.

  But it is very hard to keep still when some mean old Daddy is attacking your bottom with a hairbrush that bites. Johnny swatted slow and steady, and all in the same place, right across the lower cheeks. The little minx would feel the burn for a few hours, and still be a little tender the next day - which he thought would be a useful reminder for her.

  Daisy kicked her legs and flailed her arms as though she were trying to swim off his lap. Her bottom felt as though it were on fire. Did she but know it, it was beginning to glow prettily with pink stripes decorating her pale skin. Another, and another stroke landed, eliciting further wails and promises to be good. There was a line of fire across her cheeks. It felt like a red-hot brand was searing her skin.

  "No - please, Daddy! That's enough! It hurts!" Another smarting blow stung her bouncing buttocks, and she gave out a yelp of pain and indignation. "I said stop, Daddeeee! That's enough!"

  "No, sweetheart. It's enough when I say it's enough." He held her firmly in place with his left hand while his right hand raised the brush once more - and that mean hurtful old brush continued to inflict its punishment.

  Daisy yowled and yelped and beat her fists on the sofa. She carried on doing that until she suddenly realised that the spanking was over. That lousy old brush had been replaced by a hand, tenderly smoothing away all the hurt.

  "There, princess. It's all over now."

  "But it hurt real bad," wailed Daisy.

  "It was supposed to - to teach you a lesson - a valuable lesson that I hope you won't forget." His hand continued to stroke and smooth her heated cheeks. He smiled wryly. "I think you will be reminded of this spanking when you sit down tomorrow."

  "Oh that's MEAN!"

  "Isn't it," he chuckled.

  Against her will, Daisy found herself smiling. Now that the spanking was over, her bottom hurt and throbbed, but it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as it had done during the spanking.

  "You stay right there, poppet. I'll be back in a minute with some cream to rub on that little red bottom."

  "Is it very red?"

  "Oh yes. A lovely shade."

  "Can I see?"

  "Ah, you want to inspect the damage, huh? Feel proud of your marks. Come on then." He held out his hand. Daisy took it, and together they went up the stairs, Daisy wincing as she climbed.

  When she looked at her bottom in the bedroom mirror, her eyes grew round as saucers. "Wow!" was all she could say. Her little bottom was bright red and blotchy, and there was a glow to it. She felt it with her fingers. "It's so hot you could fry an egg on it."

  "Uh huh. Come here. Stretch out on the bed - on your tummy - and I'll rub some of this cream on your hot little butt.

  The cream was deliciously cold, and as Johnny's fingers gently caressed her heated flesh, Daisy began to relax and bask in the afterglow. She had experienced her first proper punishment spanking. She felt brave ... proud of herself for enduring it, and also slightly ashamed that she had been so mean to Glenda. She deliberately pushed away all thoughts of Glenda, determined to enjoy the rest of her evening with Johnny.

  She spent it watching television - lying on the rug on her tummy!

  ---oOo---

  Although she tried hard to be polite to Glenda, Daisy found her dislike of the woman growing. She called in the shop as usual every evening when she had finished work, and there was Glenda. Though she was only required to work until 5pm, the infuriating woman always found some excuse to linger like a bad smell. Daisy knew it was just out of spite. It seemed as though Glenda went out of her way to flirt with Johnny or make ambiguous remarks when Daisy was in earshot.

  "I so enjoyed our lunch today, sweetie," said Glenda.

  Sweetie? How dare she call my Johnny 'sweetie'! Daisy balled her little fists and imagined she was punching Glenda on the nose. It was a sweet thought.

  "You're looking gorgeous today, Johnny darling," purred Glenda. "Good enough to eat. And I'm one hungry babe."

  Johnny rolled his eyes and ignored her, but Daisy quietly seethed.

  On Thursday evening Glenda made a big show of adjusting her scooped-neck top. "Do you like it, Johnny? A little lower, maybe, huh?" She pulled it down another inch, revealing even more cleavage.

  Daisy wanted to scratch her eyes out.

  Johnny paused whilst cashing up at the till. "Glenda, I really don't give a damn about what you wear for work, providing it's respectable."

  "Oh you men," she said airily. "Say one thing and mean another." She winked suggestively. "See you tomorrow, Mr Macho Man."

  On Friday evening, Glenda went up to Johnny on the pretence of straightening his tie. "Allow me," she said, reaching up to his neck. "Your tie's all crooked. You need a woman's touch."

  "I have one," he said, glancing over Glenda's shoulder to smile at Daisy. Daisy thought she would burst with happiness. She smiled back, her face radiant.

  Glenda however, did not smile. Her lip curled in disdain. "What? Her? Surely you don't regard that as a woman."

  Johnny did something then that Daisy would remember forever. He reached for Glenda's hands still busy fiddling with his tie, and he pushed them away and took a step back. "You've definitely crossed the line this time, Glenda. Your work in the shop has been first rate, but I've become increasingly aware of your rudeness to my partner, and I'm not putting up with it any longer."

  "Your partner? What - her? She's just a kid."

  "She's twenty-three and a great deal more mature, well-mannered and intelligent than you are."

  Glenda's jaw dropped. "How dare you speak to me like that," she blustered. "I'll report you to the agency for insulting me."

  "Go ahead. And I'll report you for inappropriate behaviour and rudeness."

  "Inappropriate? What do you mean by that?" She faced him, her hands on her hips, her eyes darting sparks of pure poison.

  "You know exactly what I mean. You've been coming onto me sexually the entire week, with no encouragement from me whatsoever."

  "Yeah? Well let me tell you this, I'm going to be telling the agency that YOU have been coming on to ME. That's going to dent your ego and damage your business, isn't it, Mr big shot."

  "Not in the least," said Johnny smoothly. "Get your coat, Glenda. You're fired. I'll let the agency know."

  "Fuck you," snarled Glenda. She whirled round to face Daisy and jabbed the air with her finger. "And fuck you too, bitch."

  Daisy kept her cool. She did the one thing Glenda wasn't expecting. She smiled. It infuriated Glenda even more. She whirled round to Johnny again. "I'll sue you for unfair dismissal and sexual harassment."

  "Get your facts straight, woman. You're a temp. You don't work for me, nor will you ever. And as for claims of sexual harassment, I think both the agency and the police will be very interested in my CCTV footage."

  "What?" Glenda's face turned white. "You have security cameras?!" She looked wildly around. "I never saw them."

  "Obviously," said Johnny dryly. He regarded her through narrowed eyes. "I've had enough of you. Don't you ever make false accusations about anyone ever again, or you'll find yourself in a great deal of trouble with the law."

  "Oh John
ny ... it was all a ... a misunderstanding," she simpered.

  "No. It wasn't. I have the measure of you, Miss Carson, and I will be talking to the agency about your conduct first thing on Monday morning."

  "No. No! You can't do that!" Her voice became increasingly panic stricken. "Please. Please don't do that. I-I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. I am. Really I am," she babbled. "I'm a single mom - I have a kid to support. I need to work. I know I came on to you. I thought - thought you might, you know, be interested."

  "Not in a million years. Now will you please leave my premises." He strode forward and opened the door.

  Glenda cast him an anguished look. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. She grabbed her coat and practically ran out of the shop. Johnny closed the door firmly behind her and leaned against it.

  "Phew! I'm glad we've got rid of her."

  "Me too," said Daisy.

  "Come here, baby-girl, and give your Daddy a big hug."

  A moment later she was in his arms and everything was right again. It wasn't until they were ready to leave that Daisy spotted a navy blue shoulder bag. She recognised that bag. It was Glenda's.

  "We'll drop it off on the way home," said Johnny with a sigh.

  In the event, it was Daisy who dropped off the bag as the road where Glenda lived was double parked. She dived out of the passenger seat as Johnny drove down to the junction and waited for her across the road in a parking bay.

  So Daisy found herself knocking on the door of a small terraced house. From within she could hear the sound of a television - and a child crying. Glenda opened the door, her face tear-stained. She stared at Daisy and then burst into tears.

  "May I come in for a moment please?" asked Daisy.

  "Have you phoned the police? You have, haven't you? Oh God. I don't know what I'm going to do." She turned as the wail of a fractious child grew louder. "Mommy's coming," she said and scurried into the room to pick up a small crying bundle. "He's teething."

  "What's his name?"