by Allysa Hart
Katie’s New Daddy
Allysa Hart
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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2017 © Published by Allysa Hart.
Hart, Allysa
Katie’s New Daddy
Cover Art by Allysa Hart at Allycat’s Creations
Edited by Wizards in Publishing
Interior Formatting: Lee Ching with Under Cover Designs
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking/sexual activity or the spanking of minors.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Also by Allysa Hart
About the Author
The soothing sound of the soft music and the gentle rocking motion of the chair had Katie in a daze. She had never felt so tired in all her life yet was filled with pure joy as she stared down at her precious baby boy and the peacefulness of his tiny round face. Their future together held so many unknowns and would require her to make so many choices. For the first time, that fact didn’t terrify her because she would never again have to worry about facing it alone.
“He’s amazing.”
A familiar whisper in her ear startled her out of her thoughts. “Mark? Is that you? Are you here?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her fist, craning her head as far as she could without moving.
“You’re dreaming, baby. I had to come see our son.” The whispering continued as the image of her deceased husband slowly materialized. Putting his finger to his lips, he gestured at the sleeping baby in her arms.
“He looks like you,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off Mark’s face. “He even has your dimples.”
“Well, let’s hope he has his Mama’s mind and spirit.” His smile and wink warmed her from the inside out.
Katie giggled. “You want him to run roughshod all over me?”
“Baby, if he is anything like me as a boy, you will have your hands full.” He chuckled. “I’m so proud of you.”
“It’s hard to do this without you, but you left us in good hands. Thank you.” Katie tried to be strong, but at the telltale shine of tears formed in his eyes, she had to blink back her own.
“Be happy and safe, my love. Raise him to be a good man and remember, no pink. I don’t care if it shows he is secure in his manhood. No son of mine will be traipsing around dressing like Keith, got it?”
The quirked eyebrow made her laugh out loud. She froze when Noah squirmed a bit. When he settled back down without waking, she released the breath she had not realized she’d been holding. She looked up into Mark’s tear-streaked face, and her heart skipped a beat.
“I have to go, baby. Make me a promise, please?” His voice broke.
“Anything, Mark.”
“Live your life, baby. Find your happiness again. Don’t harbor any guilt for moving on. I know you and how your brain works. Allow yourself to let me go.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Suddenly, the tears spilled from her brimming eyes.
“You can because you are going to promise me right now. If you break that promise, I swear I will haunt Keith’s dreams until he blisters your hide, do you understand me?” His strong words did not match the sorrow of his expression.
Despite her sadness at the idea of letting him go and moving on, her heart burst with love. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I love you, so much. Nothing will ever change that.” He leaned in and kissed Noah’s forehead.
“I love you, too.” She closed her eyes as he leaned closer to her, hoping to feel his lips on hers.
A hand on her shoulder and gentle kiss on her forehead woke her up.
“Why don’t you put Noah down and get some rest, sweetie,” Keith whispered.
Katie sighed, wishing with all of her might she had not been disturbed at that last moment. “I will. Five more minutes.”
He nodded. “Have you been crying?”
“They’re happy tears, Keith. Don’t worry.” She sought to reassure him.
He shrugged. “If you say so. Sweet dreams.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Closing her eyes again, she leaned her head back.
“Be a good girl.” She heard the soft whisper as a warm tingle spread across her lips. Silent sobs broke free. Mark was letting her go. He wanted her to move on, happy and whole. Her thoughts swung to Jeff as she laid Noah in his bassinet and climbed into bed. Could Jeff help her achieve that? She settled herself into the pillows and tucked the blanket around her, as the final tears of closure fell, cleansing her soul. She faded into dreamland where a tall, dark, and handsome prince rode in on his stallion and swept her away.
The smoke alarm blared, dueling with the sound of a screaming baby, as a black cloud filled the kitchen.
“Oh no! No, no, no! Dammit!” Katie turned off the oven and opened the door, resulting in the release of more smoke. Crying out in frustration, she picked up the broom and slammed the handle into the button of the smoke alarm on the ceiling in an attempt to stop its excessive screeching. The door to the garage swung open, and Rose hurried in with an armload of groceries, wearing a panicked expression.
“What is going on?” The bags crashed to the floor, spilling their contents, while Rose flew into action, opening all the windows and the sliding glass door. One last slam of the broomstick, and the smoke alarm shattered. Katie sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor, dropped her head into her hands, and cried. Exhausted, all she wanted to do was make a nice dinner for the family, but she couldn’t keep Noah calm long enough. For the past few days, he had been inconsolable, unless he was nursing. The doctor advised her to let him nurse for as long as he needed to, but she couldn’t get anything done in the meantime, and she felt like she was not contributing to the household. Keith and Rose stepped in to help in the evenings, but during the day, she coped alone. Her bedroom and bathroom looked horrible, she was on a constant emotional roller coaster, and now the entire house smelled of charred food. She was failing at life.
She lifted her head and scanned the room for Noah, her heart beating fast when she realized the cries had also stopped. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she saw Rose walking back and forth, rocking the infant in her arms. His head lolled against her shoulder, eyes closed. The idea of sleep was a tempting one, and she could not hold back her yawn. Rose shook her head, turning sympathetic eyes on her.
“Why don’t you take a shower and a nap and let me take over for a while, baby?”
With no energy to argue, she dragged herself up off the floor and slunk to the bathroom. She started the tub, poured in some of her favorite bath salts, and shed her clothes. Sinking down, she welcomed the water’s warm embrace. The scent of lavender filled the air, and a vision of the handsome man wh
o had gifted her with the heavenly salts drifted through her head. On more than one occasion, Jeff had snuck into her mind and consumed her addled brain. Having been in his presence only twice, Katie was surprised at how much of an impact he had on her. His smile, his laugh, the way he smelled.
A knock on the door signaled Rose’s entrance and drove away Katie’s lust-filled thoughts. Probably for the best. Rose sat down on the edge of the tub and dipped her hand into the water. “Perfect temperature.”
Katie had a very unique relationship with Rose and Keith. More than just friends, they were family in the purest form. They lived an age-play lifestyle where, sometimes, Katie would regress to a six-year-old, and Rose and Keith stepped up as her Auntie and Uncle. Katie liked to color and play Legos, and when she needed alone time, she would retreat to her tree house turned playhouse, in their backyard. Mark had built the tree house, and Keith found a way to relocate it to their new home, further proving to her how much they loved every facet of her being. She even had two bedrooms. Her big room had all of her everyday things in it, now including an explosion of baby-related items. Her Little room was a child’s dream, filled with toys, books, stuffies, and a canopy-tent-covered bed where she loved to “hide.” But she loved her Lego workbench best. She could sit for hours and get lost in the array of rainbow pieces, while she created structures from her imagination.
Her Auntie and Uncle were also her disciplinarians. When she was naughty, they subjected her to corner time, loss of privileges, spankings both humbling and painful, and, occasionally washed her mouth out with soap for saying naughty words. They spoiled her and loved her but offered no wiggle room when it came to breaking rules. As much as Katie complained, she would not want it any other way. Someone else taking control and leading her was exactly the life she wanted. Her husband had been her Daddy before he died, but Rose and Keith had been her Auntie and Uncle since long before that fateful day. What would she have done without having them there to help her through the most horrifying event in her life?
Rose swirled her hand in the scented water. “Want to explain to me what I walked into?”
Katie shook her head and turned her face away, embarrassed at her inability to function as a mom and make dinner at the same time.
Deeming the baby a safer topic, she ran with it. “Where’s Noah?’
“He’s asleep in his bassinet.”
Katie felt a sharp pinch to her knee.
“Don’t shut me out, little girl. I want to know what happened.”
“Ow!” Rubbing the spot, she kept her gaze on the surface of the water. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Can we leave it at that?”
“Not going to work. Turn and talk to me now or we can finish this conversation after a nice long session over my knee where I will be forced to turn your wet bottom crimson with the spoon. Your choice.” Rose’s voice was calm and matter-of-fact.
Nobody on the planet knew Katie as well as Rose did. If she did not get things off her chest, it could send her into an emotional tailspin that would surround everyone she was close to. Rose prevented that from happening. Katie never took the threat of the spoon lightly and would do anything to avoid the evil torture device. However, she was not thinking clearly. She needed to have her choices stripped from her. She needed to let go and be Little.
“Leave me alone, Auntie!” Katie’s fists slammed into the water, sending it cascading over the side of the tub, covering the floor and soaking the dress slacks of the woman sitting on the edge. “I don’t wanna talk about stupid dinner or that stupid alarm that hurt my ears or none of that!” Her transition from adult to Little was clear and seamless.
Taking the cue, Rose stood up and pointed at the mess. “This is completely unacceptable. You will drain the tub and finish cleaning yourself up, then you will get out and clean up this mess. I will lay out your jammies, but don’t bother with the pants or panties. You can wait in the corner of your room bare bottomed until I am ready to deal with you. I would suggest you do not dawdle.” Rose left the room, closing the door behind her. Katie took a deep breath and slid under the water. What had she gotten herself into?
Standing in the corner as instructed, Katie hugged herself, shivering. The wet hair dripping down her back had almost soaked through her shirt, but she wanted to be obedient and she didn’t know how long it would be until Rose came back. Not wanting to push any further, she drained the bathtub, rushed through her shower, and cleaned up the mess on the floor before putting on her shirt and going to the naughty corner. She had not paused to do anything extra, but she wished she would have at least kept the towel around her wet hair.
When the door to her room clicked open, she forced her arms behind her back and assumed the correct corner stance. Heavy footsteps trailed across her room, and the mattress creaked, signaling someone had sat down. She had a sinking feeling when she turned around, it was not going to be Rose waiting for her.
“I heard my girl is having a bad day.” The deep voice sealed her fate. Uncle Keith was home. The rule in their house was if she earned discipline from Rose, then she would also get a spanking from him. At least his arrival signaled she would have to take only one spanking rather than two.
Her shiver made her voice shake. “I’m s-sorry, S-sir.”
He arrived at her side in seconds, turning her to face him. “You’re shivering. Why didn’t you dry your hair?” Scooping her into his arms, he brought her to the bed and swaddled her in a throw blanket. “What am I going to do with you? You know if you are cold you may wrap in a blanket. We aren’t barbarians.”
“I-I w-wanted to b-be g-good.” Katie snuggled in as deep as she could, soaking up the warmth, but her wet hair made it impossible to stop her teeth from chattering.
Sighing, Keith swept her up again and carried her out of her room. They found Rose in the kitchen, rescuing dinner.
“How about I finish here and you take over with this one? She needs her hair dried and fresh jammies. The silly brat was standing in the corner shivering.”
Regarding Katie, Rose put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Haven’t we been through this enough times for you to know corner time is not supposed to be a form of torture?” Rolling her eyes, she held up one hand. “Wait, before you answer and get yourself into more trouble, let’s go get you warmed up.”
A smile crept across Katie’s lips as Keith took her back into her bedroom and kissed her on the forehead before leaving her in Rose’s capable hands.
Unwrapping the blanket cocoon, Rose took off the wet clothing, replacing it with a soft, dry sweatshirt. Holding up the soaked hair, Rose led her to the bathroom. “Let’s blow-dry this mess, shall we?”
Katie nodded and sat down on her stool as Rose tucked a towel around her neck and over her shoulders. Rose and Keith’s care and consideration never ceased to amaze her, and she relaxed when the air of the blow-dryer warmed her wet locks. Rose gently brushed out and dried every inch of her long red hair. The noise of the dryer kept both of them silent.
After putting the blow-dryer back in its drawer, Rose turned toward Katie with one eyebrow cocked and leaned against the bathroom sink. Katie could see her frustration, so she started from the beginning of her disaster-filled afternoon.
“I’m sorry, Auntie. I just wanted to make dinner and do something nice, but the baby kept crying, and while I was taking care of him, I smelled smoke.” Sobs broke through, and she began to cry. “I just want to be helpful and not be a blood-sucking tick, but I can’t. I can’t even take care of my own self, my baby hates me, and I’m so tired.”
Rose pulled her up into her arms and rocked back and forth. “Get it all out, baby. Say all the things you need to and cry out all those yucky stresses and then we can work on fixing things. You never have, and never will be, viewed as a blood-sucking anything in this family. A family bands together through the good times and bad. We are no strangers to the bad times, but we need to remember to lean on each other. Together, we can get through anyth
ing, okay?”
With her ear pressed against Rose’s chest she closed her eyes and leaned into the strong arms. As the words washed over her, she wanted to believe them, but her insecurities ran away with her sensibilities, and her body shook with defeat. Without letting go, Rose moved her out of the bathroom. Katie shuffled her bare toes against the cold tile, blindly following her lead. The tile turned to plush carpet and then to the fuzzy rug surrounding her bed. Rose unwrapped Katie’s arms from around her and sat down, pulling Katie tummy-down across her knees.
Katie’s eyes flew open, and she scrambled to get away.
“Oh no you don’t, little girl. You and I need to have a chat, and I want unobstructed access to this bottom in case I don’t like what I hear.”
“What? No, you don’t. We don’t need to chat like this.” Katie pushed up as hard as she could, looking over her shoulder. “We can just talk, and I will be the best listener.”
“If so, then there is no need for you to worry.” Rose patted her butt. “Relax, you aren’t going anywhere until I say.”
A throated clear as she continued to attempt retreat. Snapping her head to the side, she saw Keith with his arms crossed, one foot over the other, leaning against the doorjamb. He did not have to say a thing. A raised eyebrow and smirk announced his thoughts like a blow horn. Katie stopped struggling and submitted, hoping she could appease them with her words.
Rose rubbed her bottom. “Good girl. Now let’s talk about you feeling like a ‘blood-sucking leech.’”
“I said tick, not leech,” Katie countered without checking her tone.
Keith chuckled and shook his head. “Amazing, the sass you can have when you are in such a precarious position, sweetie.”