Little Daisy

by Chloe Carpenter

"Christopher. I named him after his dad." She shrugged. "Unfortunately, when he found out I was pregnant he took off."

  "It must be difficult, on your own."

  "It is." Glenda sniffed. "Look, Daisy ... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-"

  "It's ok," interrupted Daisy. "Apology accepted."

  But Glenda shook her head. "It's not ok. You see, I thought - hoped - that I could get Johnny interested in me, and then he'd help me with Christopher. I find it hard to cope at times. I need someone in my life - you know? But he wasn't interested of course, no one is. No one wants to get saddled with a woman and someone else's child. I was so wrong to act that way with Johnny. I'm so ashamed," she whispered. "And I'm ashamed of losing my temper too."

  To her increasing surprise, Daisy felt sorry for Glenda. Here was a side of the woman that had not surfaced before, and her instincts told her it was genuine. "It's ok," she reassured her. "I'll talk to Johnny. I'll make sure he doesn't report you to the agency. He's a good man. He'll understand, once I explain your circumstances."

  "Thank you Daisy." She still looked worried to death.

  "We all make mistakes," said Daisy. "And if we're lucky, we get a second chance. I promise I'll do my best to get Johnny to give you a second chance." She stepped forward and gave Glenda a hug, and when she left the little house, she had tears in her eyes. How strange life is, she mused. You loathe someone one minute and are full of concern and goodwill towards them the next.

  ---oOo---

  "Well it's been a hell of a week," said Johnny. He ushered Daisy into the house and closed the door behind them. "Come into the kitchen. I need to unwind with a beer. I might even allow my little girl one too," he said, his eyes sparkling.

  "I'm ready for one too!" She sat at the table and accepted a bottle that had been chilling in the fridge. She raised it to her lips. "Cheers."

  "Cheers." He clinked his bottle against hers. "Now, you've been mightily quiet on the drive back. Are you ready to tell me what transpired between you and Glenda? Did she give you any more trouble?"

  "No trouble. She made me feel sad. I felt so sorry for her - and glad ... glad that I have you in my life when she has no one." And Daisy poured out the whole story as Johnny listened intently. "I'd like to buy that baby toy train for little Christopher. You know, the one that came in yesterday with the new stock?" Johnny nodded. "I don't think she has much money to spend on toys for him, and I think he'd like that."

  When she was through she looked at him. He was smiling at her, a look of pride on his face. "Daisy, you are the sweetest natured girl-woman on the planet. You handled that well and I'm proud of you."

  "You are?" She felt a burst of joy. She loved it when she pleased him or made him think highly of her in some way."

  "I am." He leaned forward and squeezed her hands.

  "Thanks." She flashed him a smile. "So does that mean you won't report Glenda to the police or the agency?"

  "To be honest, I was going to have a chat to the agency about her ... but after what you've just told me ... maybe not."

  "Maybe not, or definitely not?"

  "Ok, you win. Definitely not."

  "And what about her job at the shop? You'd agreed with the agency that she was to help out for three weeks. But you fired her."

  "And quite right too, given her accusations and general behaviour."

  "I think ... if you were to give her a second chance, she'd behave differently."

  Johnny paused for a long moment. "Do you think the two of you would get on?"

  "I'm willing to give it a try if you are."

  "Hmmm." Johnny frowned, recalling Glenda's outburst, but he was a kind man, an understanding and caring man. He leaned back in his chair and thought things through. He was silent for such a long time that Daisy thought he wasn't prepared to give Glenda another chance.

  But she was wrong.

  "The way the agency works is that the employer, i.e. me, pays them - and they then pay the temp. And because the agency take a sizeable cut as their fee, the temp doesn't get particularly well paid. So ... here's what I propose. I'll offer Glenda 20 hours work a week as a permanent position, and she'll be paid roughly the same amount of money she's getting from the agency, but for less hours. She'll have a proper contract of employment and it will be in her best interest to perform well and behave herself."

  "So she'll be working for you and not the agency?"

  "That's right. So, aside from having a regular, modest income, she'll have more quality time to spend with her son."

  "You're a wonderful man!"

  "And you're a wonderful woman." He grinned at Daisy. "Ok, I'll go give her a call and see what she thinks."

  She was dumbfounded, amazed, humbled, and grateful, and sobbed out her thanks down the telephone. Eventually, Johnny managed to end the call and returned to the kitchen.

  "I have a new employee," he announced.

  "Good," said Daisy. "Now we can forget all about work stuff and enjoy our weekend."

  "I'll drink to that," said Johnny.

  Over drinks, they had a chat. It was quite unlike any conversation Daisy had ever had before; it was frank and open and honest, and very, very intimate. They spoke about some of her other fantasies and Johnny discovered she had an exhibitionist streak just ripe for being exploited. His eyebrows shot up in that deliciously quirky way of his.

  "Interesting. If the idea of public play turns you on, maybe I'll take you to a fetish club - whips, chains, acres of naked flesh ... get the picture?"

  Her eyes widened. "Really? People are naked?"

  "Sure, quite a lot of the submissives are naked or nearly so - male and female. There's all manner of dungeon equipment, and the play goes on all around you."

  "What is this place - and where is it? Oh - and when can we go?!"

  Johnny chuckled at her enthusiasm. He was pleased by her reaction and her desire to embrace new experiences. "It's a BDSM club 20 miles away. It's called The Deviant Garden. I'll check the website and see if any of the theme nights appeal, and I'll book a couple of tickets. I think you'll enjoy it. You admit to being turned on by humiliation, so being semi naked in a room full of people will be a turn on for you - and for me too, as I can show you off, and we can experiment with some of the equipment and different implements."

  "Will people watch as you spank me?"

  "Some will, though it's bad etiquette for strangers to get too close and try to get involved. Now there's a thought - maybe I should get a Dom friend to deal with you while I watch."

  "Ohhhh. I'm not sure I'd like that."

  "We shall see." He flashed her a sly smile, and then the talk reverted back to ageplay activities "Now, we've done little girl stuff together; it's almost second nature for you and I know you enjoy that, right?"

  "Oh yes. I sure do."

  "So I was wondering how you would react if we took it to a new level, with you regressing to a much younger age... say a toddler. What do you think to that?"

  "I'm not sure. It doesn't fill me with distaste or horror, but I really don't know how I feel about it or how I'd act." She darted one of her impishly coquettish looks at Johnny. "Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"

  "You're on. Take things as they come. Go with the flow and follow my lead, and at 7pm on Sunday evening you can revert to your adult self and we'll talk about how you found the experience. Does that sound like a good plan?"

  "It does. I'm looking forward to more of our games, Daddy."

  "Me too, princess. Me too."

  ---oOo---

  After they had eaten dinner, Johnny gave Daisy a smouldering look. "All ready to be Daddy's baby-girl again?"

  "Yes Daddy. Can we play with toys?"

  "Of course, poppet." He picked her up and carried her upstairs. "We'll play and then Daddy will bath you and get you ready for bed." He opened the door to the newly decorated room - which they had begun referring to as 'the pink bedroom' - and set Daisy down. "Daddy has a surprise waiting."

  "I l
ove surprises," squealed Daisy, rushing in headlong. When she saw the rocking horse she squealed even louder. "Belinda! It's Belinda!" She darted forward and climbed up on the horse. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you."

  Johnny laughed at her exuberance. "You're welcome, little one."

  "I thought you'd sold her," said Daisy as she rocked happily.

  "Ah, now I never actually said that I'd sold her. I just said that she was going to a new home, to be looked after by a very special little girl."

  "That's me!"

  "Uh huh. You'll always be my special little girl."

  For a while he just watched her play on the horse They had both had a stressful and busy week. This 'little' persona of Daisy's provided the perfect vehicle for her to unwind and relax and be free of worry and responsibility, and it also gave him the opportunity to do the same, by nurturing her, pampering and taking care of her. He had long since stopped trying to analyse his particular interests and had now reached the stage in life where he merely accepted this side of himself. From time to time someone would come along who would share his interests, and for a while they walked the same path, taking satisfaction from each other. But he had never met anyone quite like Daisy. Not only was she beautiful, she was everything he wanted in a woman - a woman who was just waking up to her submissive nature; a woman who most of the time naturally deferred to his authority; a woman who for part of the time, was not only content but happy to relinquish control to him and enjoy being little. There was so much to explore together. He realised he was in love with her, his little Daisy. It was a good feeling.

  After playing with Belinda, Daisy wanted to draw. So out came the colouring books and crayons and pads of paper. Johnny had bought a little table and chair for the pink room. In no time it was covered with bits of paper and glitter. After that, Daisy lined up all the cuddly toys and dolls and got out the plastic tea set, pouring pretend tea from the tea pot and handing out little plates with pretend food. It was fun - so much fun that she protested when Daddy told her to put her toys away as it was time for a bath.

  "Don't wanna," she said in her baby-girl voice.

  "Come now, Daisy. Be a good girl for Daddy and put your toys away," Daddy said sternly.

  Daisy pouted and threw a plastic plate. It flew through the air and smashed into the lampshade.

  "That's naughty! Come here, you bad girl. I'm going to spank your bottom."

  "Nooooo," protested Daisy.

  "Yes," said Daddy, and hauled her over his lap. He lifted her little skirt and took down her panties, admiring the chubby cheeks that smiled up at him. How he adored her cute little ass.

  He raised his hand and brought it down with a loud Splat! on Daisy's bottom. She squealed and wriggled. Her wriggling merely excited him. He spanked her again, a little harder this time, loving the way her cheeks bounced back for more.

  Spank! Spank! Spank!

  "This is what naughty little girls get."

  Spank! Spank! Spank!

  "Naughty little girls who throw things get spanked."

  Spank! Spank! Spank!

  "On their bare bottom!"

  Spank! Spank! Spank!

  Daisy squealed and wiggled. When her bottom was prettily pink, Johnny stopped spanking. "Now I want you to put those toys away while Daddy runs a bath."

  "Ok, Daddy," pouted Daisy. She wasn't going to tell Daddy just how much she had enjoyed that spanking. In fact, as soon as Daddy went out of the room, she touched herself in her naughty little places. Perhaps if she was a particularly good girl, Daddy might let her suck his cock. She liked that. She knew he did too.

  She smiled at the thought.

  When the door opened and Daddy returned, Daisy held her arms out for him to pick her up and carry her through to the bathroom. One inside, he stood her on the rug and undressed her. Then he untied the ribbon holding her ponytail in place and brushed her hair.

  "Look what's waiting for you in the tub," he said, pointing to a row of yellow plastic ducks.

  "Duckies!" said Daisy in her baby voice. "Daisy loves duckies."

  "We'll get you washed and then you can play with them. Let's do your hair first shall we." He wet her head and then lathered in shampoo, rinsing out the soap carefully. Then he took a pink flannel and began washing her. "Stand up so Daddy can do your bottom."

  She did so, placing the palms of her hands flat against the tiled walls, and sticking out her bottom just the way that Daddy liked it.

  "What a good girl," he said, teasing apart her cheeks so that he could press the tip of his index finger against her anus. Slowly, he applied a little more pressure and inserted his finger, all the way in.

  "That's naughty," said Daisy.

  "Yes." He wiggled his finger around and moved it slowly backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards.

  "Ohhhh," gasped Daisy. "Very naughty."

  "Mmmm," came the husky response. "You know how much Daddy likes to play with your bottom."

  Daisy giggled and gave a little wiggle, which intensified the sensations she was feeling, making her moan as his finger pleasured her.

  "Does that feel good, baby-girl?"

  "Daddy's going to stretch your bottom hole so he can put his cock there and fuck your bottom. Would you like that, poppet?"

  "Yes please, Daddy. I would."

  He lifted her out of the bath and wrapped her in a fluffy white towel, then used another towel to dry her hair. He dried her body and applied a coating of talcum powder that made her sneeze and giggle, then carried her to his room and finished drying her hair with the hair-dryer.

  "There. Now my baby-girl's all squeaky clean."

  "Are you going to play with me some more, Daddy?" Daisy asked hopefully.

  "Oh yes," he said, with a wolfish smile. "Oh yes indeed. But first, I'll braid your hair." He brushed out the tangles and then his fingers worked swiftly, expertly braiding her tresses, securing the end with a length of white ribbon. "There we go. Now, up you get, onto Daddy's big bed. I want you on your hands and knees. That's right, baby. Stick that bottom right out for me."

  She complied, embarrassed at displaying herself thus, yet hugely turned on by his words and the tone in which he said them.

  "Daddy has a surprise for you," he murmured.

  "I like surprises, Daddy."

  "Oh you'll love this one," he said, reaching for the lube. "No peeking now."

  Daisy was very tempted to take just a little peek, but managed not to. Considering the position she was in, she had a fairly good idea as to the nature of the surprise.

  She wasn't wrong.

  Johnny coated the small butt plug with lube, and also applied a generous smear of lube between her cheeks. "Let's see how this feels, poppet." He pressed the plug against her anus and pushed gently. "It's just like Daddy's finger, but better ... you'll see." He pushed it in a little further, and every time she relaxed, he inserted it further still until she had accommodated its length. "There, baby. How does that feel?"

  "Full," she said. "And naughty. Very naughty."

  "But it doesn't hurt, does it?"

  She shook her head. "No. Not even a little bit."

  "Good girl." He flicked a button and the plug began to vibrate on the lowest setting.

  "Oh!" Daisy blinked. "Oh!" she said again, and then, "Ohhhhhh, Daddy. I like that."

  "I knew you would." He reached for her breasts and toyed with her engorged nipples; they hardened like pebbles between his fingers as Daisy mewled her pleasure. "Let me check your hot little pussy." He inserted first one finger, then two, up inside her. Daisy gave a strangled cry. "Dirty Daisy - your pussy is so wet." He pumped his fingers in and out, and in and out. "I think my little girl is enjoying this. Isn't that right, princess?"

  "Yessss." Daisy couldn't speak further. She was experiencing so many sensations at once - the ache of her nipples as he reached out to pinch them, his clever fingers pumping her pussy, and the plug which was producing such deep and pulsating vibrations in her anal canal; it was exq
uisite. She trembled with pleasure, and when Johnny tuned the plug up to the next setting, then moved his fingers to seek out her clit, she began making inarticulate little sounds as her hips rocked.

  "Not yet. You can't cum till I tell you to."

  "Ohhhh... please ... please ...." she begged, frantic with need.

  Johnny deftly unzipped his trousers and reached for a condom. Daisy howled her protest as his finger moved away from her needy clit, but when she felt Daddy's cock she thrust back in welcome acceptance. Johnny exhaled as he filled her and began thrusting hard and deep.

  "Cum for me, baby," he groaned. "Cum for me now." He pumped faster, spiralling to dizzying heights. His hoarse cries rent the air along with her shrieks of pleasure as she rode the heady wave.

  There was no bedtime story for Daisy that night. They curled up together and fell into an exhausted, well-earned sleep.

  ---oOo---

  Saturday proved an eventful day for Daisy, a day that she would remember for a long time to come!

  It began when Johnny showered her and dressed her in one of her new outfits - a pair of pink leggings with white spots, and a clingy white top. He brushed her hair and put it in two long pig tails, tied at the end with polka dot pink and white ribbon. Daisy loved her new look and jumped up and down on the bed exuberantly, not stopping when Daddy told her to. She got a smacked bottom and was sent to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

  Breakfast consisted of a bowl of cereal followed by a boiled egg and toast fingers. Daisy called them toast soldiers, and had great fun dipping them into her runny egg.

  "Now Daisy, I have something really important to do this morning. I'm going to go into the workshop and finish something off-"

  "What sort of something?" interrupted Daisy. But Daddy merely smiled an shook his head.

  "I'll only be an hour and a half. I want you to play in the pink room until I'm done. Can you do that?"

  "Of course I can!" A lot of her favourite toys from the shop had found their way into her pink room; she had lots to play with and was looking forward to it.

  So Johnny kissed her and told her he wouldn't be long. "Be a good girl until I get back."