Cassie's New Plan

by Breanna Hayse

  “What if he has his own kids?”

  “He doesn’t want the responsibility of raising children, just the pleasure of caring for them. It’s hard to explain. He’s also into older and more mature women, many have already had kids and are ready to live life without the responsibility.”

  “You guys are total nutcases,”Glenn grunted, thinking about it. He never considered the advantage of having an older woman…It appealed to him.

  “We all have fantasies and desires that no one should judge. What’s yours?”

  “To roll naked in a pool of money.”

  “Be serious. I’m treating you as an equal and really trusting you with my secrets.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Maybe I’m boring. I want a nice, pretty wife, a house with a white picket fence, a decent car, and two and a half kids.”

  “That’s not boring. It’s what Pop has. And he’s a content man. You could do far worse than to pattern yourself off him. Give him grandkids and he’d be in heaven.”

  “Do you want kids?”

  “I have one.”Rob grinned.

  “I thought Bry was the daddy.”

  “All tops view their girls as a child of sorts. I just want to make love to mine one day. And marry her.”Rob sighed.

  “I’m glad she’s made you happy. I really am. Do you think she’s happy, too?”

  “I think she found what she wanted and needed from both of us. She’s allowed to be a young, carefree child with Bryon and a woman with me. Although she does have her moments where she reverts to her brat mode and I have to take a daddy position…”Rob chuckled.

  The trip to Vegas was an eye-opening experience for Glenn. Although he found it strangely fascinating, the Club was not his thing. But it helped him better understand his eldest brother’s need for seclusion and privacy, as well as the myriad of dynamics in the D&S world. He even witnessed some age-play scenarios, showing him yet another aspect of the scene he hadn’t previously understood. With a deeper respect for each other, they started home.

  Chapter Nine

  “Ready to go, kiddo?”Bryon asked after tossing her things into his jeep.

  Cassie nodded. “Am I going to meet Miss Suzanne this weekend?”she asked, climbing in. He reached across to buckle her seat belt.

  “Maybe. I wanted to spend some time with you, first. Ready to go?”

  Cassie fidgeted restlessly in her seat about 15 minutes into the drive. Bryon frowned. “Did you go potty before we left?”

  Cassie bit her lip, shaking her head. She knew Bryon hated to stop once he was on his way and she had been so excited to leave that it slipped her mind. She noticed that things seemed to slip her mind a lot when she was in her young lady role.

  “Didn’t I tell you to go? And didn’t you say you did?”

  “Yes, Daddy,”she said quietly.

  Bryon sighed, pulling into a Denny’s. “Hurry up and go. We will deal with your lying to me when we get home,”he said, escorting her to the ladies room and waiting outside the door.

  “Did you wash your hands?”

  “Yes, sir,”Cassie whispered, showing him and hoping no one saw them. He nodded, holding the door for her to leave and then loading her back into the vehicle. She could tell he was unhappy with her. Daddy hated being lied to, even about silly things. He had no tolerance and was very strict about that. She wiggled, knowing her little bottom would be very, very sore this afternoon.

  She held her teddy bear tightly as she looked out the window. Even though it rarely helped, she usually could run to Rob and get some sympathy when Daddy was annoyed. A tear dripped down her nose. Bryon saw it.

  “Why are you crying, Cassandra?”

  “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,”she sniffed.

  He reached across to squeeze her hand. “I don’t like being mad at you. But you lied to me. If I didn’t care, then I wouldn’t be upset.”

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “I know. But I still have to punish you. You know my feelings about lying.”

  “You wanted to lie to Glenn.”

  “And it was wrong. We chose not to, and that’s the thing you have to learn. Wanting to do something bad is not the same thing as doing it.”

  “I won’t do it again. I promise,”she whined.

  “That’s what you said the last time you lied to me, young lady. We’re home. Get your stuff and go up to your room and wait for me.”

  Cassie held her breath as she ran up the stairs to her and Rob’s bedroom. Bryon had taken over the larger guest room for his frequent visits, although there were still times that the three would just pass out in the giant king sized bed with Cassie between them. She loved those times; she felt so protected and overwhelmed by two beautiful, strong and dominant male bodies. Nothing could touch her then.

  She sat on the edge of the bed swinging her feet and clutching her favorite bear. It was the first one Bryon had given her as a present to his young lady and had become her confidant. She heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and looked up at him through blurry, tear filled eyes.

  He was dressed in old Levi’s that clung to him like a second skin. His black, long sleeved shirt was snug, stretching across the span of his chest and accenting his huge, bulging arm muscles and neck. Like Rob, he was drop-dead gorgeous, but had a softer, gentler way about him. Until now. He was angry with his young ladyand it showed clearly on his rugged face. He sat down next to her. “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you Cassandra Lynn?”

  “You’re going to give me a spanking,”the girl whimpered, as Bryon lifted her chin to face him.

  “Yes, I am. A severe one this time. We will go out to the yard and cut a switch. I will not tolerate my baby behaving like this. No lying, ever. Come now, no dawdling.”

  Cassie could not escape his hold on her no matter how hard she tried. She was practically dragged down the stairs and into the back yard near the lake where a large willow tree stood gracefully.

  Bryon looked at her firmly. “You know you deserve this for lying to me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,”she started to cry fearfully. She had not been switched before and she was frightened. Bryon sighed, cutting a branch the thickness of a pencil and about 2 feet long. He whipped it through the air to make sure it didn’t snap. Cassie gulped as he started to strip it.

  “Ordinarily, Daddies will send their children out to cut their own switches. I don’t want you touching my knife. It’s too sharp and I don’t want you to cut yourself,”he said, eyeing his work. He held out his hand and, trembling, Cassie took it.

  The walk back up to her room seemed to take forever. Her knees were quaking by then and she felt sick to her stomach. Bryon closed the door behind him and sat on the straight backed‘spanking chair’.

  “Come here to me, Cassandra. You’ve been a very naughty young lady,”he said as she reluctantly obeyed him, letting him lift her easily over his knees and slowly pull her sweats and panties away from her bottom. “I’m so disappointed in you. There was no reason to lie. I would have waited five minutes for you to go potty if you had forgotten. Now look at what it earned you.”

  With that, he raised the switch and struck it sharply against Cassie’s bare, pale bottom. She screeched painfully. It felt like he had sliced her with a hot knife! The switch cut across her sit-spot, leaving her bottom feeling like she had sat on a hornet’s nest. The third stroke crossed her thighs and she let out with a loud, high pitched howl. Bryon did not permit kicking, but Cassie forgot all of his rules as she tried desperately to escape this horrible punishment.

  Thwick! Thwick! Thwick! The tortuous piece of wood repeatedly found its delicate target, leaving Cassie feeling like she would be reduced to pulp before he finished with her. She sobbed loudly, kicking and twisting, screaming each time the switch visited her poor, defenseless bum.

  After six sharp lashes, Bryon tossed the switch on the bed, eyeing the little backside that wa
s now covered with tiny cross hatched red marks. He wasn’t finished. Grimly, he lifted his hand and proceeded to thoroughly spank every area that he had missed, ensuring that his young lady had a very red and very tender behind to remind her to never again lie to her Daddy. Soon no white was left to be seen and an angry heat rose from her well-punished bottom.

  Cassie had already made the promise to herself never to lie again as she bawled helplessly in his grasp. Lying was not worth this pain! Bryon finished off with four smacks to her upper thighs and then sat her up on his lap, her bare bottom sizzling against his legs. He stroked her hair as she cried into his shirt, clinging to him like she would never let go.

  “No more lying?”he asked gently.

  “No more lying, Daddy,”Cassie promised, shaking her head.

  He rocked her tenderly, his huge arms engulfing her tiny frame. After a few more minutes of cuddling, Bryon stood her up. “Blow.”He held a tissue to her nose. She obeyed, then reached for another hug. He squeezed her lovingly.

  “I got you a present,”he announced, reaching under the bed and handing her a box.

  It was chock full of new clothes; and it looked like he had gone to the young ladies’department to buy them! All in pretty pastels, with flowers or cartoon characters on them. Jumpers, dresses and even sparkly sneakers. Cassie laughed, clapping her hands merrily.

  “Do you really want me to wear these?”

  “Of course. Some you can even wear outside when we go somewhere. I also got you these. Pick something out and let’s get you changed.”He handed her hair ribbons and a little purse. Cassie giggled. She’d never even worn this stuff when she really was a child. But Bryon looked pleased with himself, and she couldn’t disappoint him again.

  Smiling, she picked out a yellow jumper with a bib on the front and tiny flowers embroidered around the edge. She handed the clothes to Bryon, who nodded.

  “Too cute. Lift your arms,”he said, undressing her slowly. His hands stroked her hip as he looked at her stinging bottom. “Hurt still?”

  “A lot, Daddy.”

  “Good, maybe you’ll learn your lesson.”He slipped a white undershirt over her head and had her step into‘hello kitty’panties. She giggled as he carefully slipped them over her throbbing, reddened bottom.

  “What’s so funny?”he asked, buttoning the jumper.

  “Picturing you buying this stuff. I can’t imagine it without laughing.” Cassie giggled again as he knelt to pull Hello Kitty socks onto her slender feet and started to tie her sneakers. He grinned, looking up at her as she held the tops of his broad shoulders to balance herself as she lifted her foot for him.

  “I took Miss Suzanne with me. I had no idea what size to get a grown up young lady. There, how does everything fit?”

  “Perfect.”She twirled in front of him, feeling even more the‘young lady’in the outfit.

  Bryon nodded, happy to see Cassie finally discovering her inner child. He and Rob had discussed the issue at length away from her nosy ears. She had been locked up inside herself with mistrust for so long because of the abandonment from her father that neither felt she would ever be able to pursue a committed relationship until she could know what parental trust felt like. Wanting the best for the young woman, both agreed to continue this unique relationship on a permanent basis and even share in a‘dual daddy’manner. She was blooming because of it.

  “You’re so pretty,”Bryan said proudly as he pulled her hair into a high ponytail and tied a ribbon to it. Kissing her forehead, he hugged her again. “Okay, let’s get downstairs and have some lunch, then you have homework to do before you can play.”

  “But I don’t want to do my homework. It’s BORING,”Cassie grumbled.

  Bryon beckoned to her and she approached slowly, covering her bottom with her hands. Once again, he kissed her forehead. “I know it’s boring, but you need to do it. I’m here to help if you have any problems.”

  “Oh, okay,”came the sullen response.

  Cassie sat uncomfortably at the kitchen table with her French book, working on the assignment as Bryon started lunch. Her nose wrinkled. “What are you burning?”

  “Grilled cheese.”

  “I could make lunch. It would...”

  “You are too young to be near a hot stove. Finish your homework,”Bryon ordered.

  Cassie started to argue, then stopped upon seeing the look on his handsome face. He insisted that she maintain the responsibilities of a child no older than 6 and, even though homework was college level, he still viewed it as part of her responsibilities as a school age child. Sighing, Cassie returned to her work, kicking the table impatiently.

  Bryon started to get annoyed at the constant thumping of her foot and gave her a stern look that made her think twice. Her bottom wasn't ready for another spanking; it was still way too sore. Biting back an exasperated tear, Cassie struggled to finish.

  Bryon placed the plates on the table with a glass of milk for both of them, then sat across from her.

  “Put that aside and eat. I didn’t burn it that bad.”

  “You keep the flame too high. It doesn’t cook any faster and just gets burned. And if you put some mayo on the inside next to the cheese and butter both outside parts, it would be much more palatable”grown-up Cassie informed him, grimacing as she bit into the sandwich. Bryon wrinkled his nose as he tasted his.

  “Okay, I need to take some cooking lessons. We’ll talk to Rob and see if he’ll allow you to teach me.”

  “I could do it now.”

  “You know the deal. When we are together, you are my young lady. When Rob is around, you are his toy. He makes the decision regarding how much he wants you to do.”

  “That’s ridiculous. I can…”

  “You agreed to this. No arguments. I’ll call out for pizza for dinner.”

  Cassie nodded, knowing better than to cross that tone of voice, and picked at her meal. Bryon rolled his eyes. “Okay, you can talk me through it. Let’s try this again. I’m hungry.”

  Twenty minutes later they feasted on edible grilled cheese sandwiches. Cassie giggled, once again in a good mood after seeing how proud Bryon was of himself for not destroying the food. He kissed the top of her head. “You weasel. Are you done with your homework?”

  “Check this. I’m not good at conjugating.”

  “What makes you think I am?”

  “You’re an English teacher.”

  “This is French.”

  “Oh, yeah…”

  * * *

  Saturday night, Bryon announced that Miss Suzanne was coming over to visit and that she was bringing food. Cassie sighed in relief; the grilled cheesed sandwiches were getting old. He told her to sit at the kitchen table and color while he straightened up the house and got his room ready for his lady friend. Cassie heard the car pull up and ran to the window to get a peak. Suzanne was on her phone…

  “Honey, I hear you. Listen to me. He’s a nice boy. He’s very young and I adore him, but that little bitch is going to suck the life out of him. We need to figure a way to get rid of her. She’s not a baby and we need to quickly get her out of here and find her something else to terrorize.”

  Cassie was appalled. That old biddy doesn’t even know me! Why would she want to take Daddy away from me? What did I do that was so bad to make her hate me?

  Cassie felt tears running down her face and raced back to the kitchen table to pretend to color. She was lost and didn’t know what to do. She wanted Rob here so bad. He would fix things. He always did.

  Bryon answered the knock on the door, embracing the elegant, beautiful woman. At 6’2”. she was nearly as tall as he was, athletic with chiseled features. Her grey eyes were intelligent and sharp, and her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail.

  “Come in, Suz! I’m so glad you made it. Food?”

  “Don’t you ever stop eating?”Suzanne laughed, pointing to the car,“In the trunk. Where can I put this stuff?”

  “Let me show you. Cass is i
n the kitchen coloring.”

  “Good. I can’t wait to meet her. I brought her some presents,”Suzanne’s eyes glittered. Bryon kissed her soundly on the lips.

  “I hope the two of you hit it off. She means the world to me.”

  “I hope so too. I’ve always wanted an adult young lady. Is she a good child?”

  “She has her moments. Let me get that.”Bryon took the groceries in both arms. They entered the kitchen to find Cassie obediently sitting at the table, coloring in her My Little Pony coloring book.

  “Cass? This is Miss Suzanne.”

  “Hello, Cassie. It’s so good to meet you,”Suzanne said, sitting across from her. Cassie didn’t look up.

  “Hi,”she said quietly.

  “What are you doing? Oh, that’s very pretty. I like ponies,”Suzanne said, eyeing Bryon. He shrugged.

  “Good for you.”

  “Cassandra Lynn! You know better than to be rude,”Bryon barked. Cassie cringed.

  “May I be excused? I don’t feel good,”the girl said, running out as quickly as she could.

  “That didn’t go too well,”Suzanne sighed.

  Bryon picked up the book and crayons, putting them away. “It’s not like her to act that pouty. I’ll go talk to her.”

  “She’s probably jealous. This is new for her.”

  “No excuse for rudeness. Don’t worry, I’m not going to punish her,”Bryon said, leaning to kiss the woman’s lips as he made his way upstairs to find his errant young lady.

  He came down several minutes later, shaking his head.

  “Is she alright?”

  “She took off. Don’t worry, I know her hiding places. Make yourself comfortable, okay? I’ll be back in a few.”

  Bryon’s eyes skimmed the yard, looking for tell-tale signs of where the girl had run off to. He’d start in her favorite place, the boat house. Sure enough.

  “You better have a good explanation, young lady,”he said, sitting on the ground next to her. She had been crying.