Daring Little Daisy

by Rayanna Jamison

  “Good girl,” Rett crooned, kissing the top of her head and running his hand up and down her back.

  “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.”

  “Always, little flower.”

  They sat in silence for as long as Daisy could stand it. The future, both immediate and long-term, hung unknown before them. Daisy hated the unknown. “Am I still getting a spankin’?” she asked, hiding her face in his chest.

  “Eventually, yes, you will, but it would be highly irresponsible and insensitive of me to spank you after an anxiety attack of that caliber.”

  The answer was both comforting and disappointing. She knew he was probably right, but she wanted to get the punishment over with. She looked forward to the good stuff that came after. The hugs, the snuggles, the peace and the feeling that everything was right in the world. And hopefully, the sex.

  “But I was bad,” she whined, poking her head up to look at him.

  “You were naughty,” he corrected. “There’s a difference. Besides, I didn’t say that you wouldn’t be disciplined at all, because trust me, little flower, you certainly will. However, unless you ask me to punish you tonight, I think we can postpone it. Your health and well-being are my top priority.”

  Daisy didn’t know what to make of that, at all. She absolutely melted at his words, knowing that he was the real deal. He was so gentle and caring with her, and she knew he was being considerate to wait when he obviously wanted to punish her and move forward. She knew waiting was probably wise, but at the same time her tummy was full of guilt, and she didn't think she would be able to relax and enjoy their last evening knowing she had a punishment of this caliber looming on the horizon. She had wronged him by running away without at least trying to get his side of the story, and she had almost thrown away what was arguably the most important relationship she had ever had or would ever have.

  She knew she wanted to get the spanking, and whatever else he had planned, over with. She definitely didn't want a big spanking on Christmas, or worse, their last day together, but he was going to make her ask for it? Holy Hell. How was she going to find that kind of courage?

  “You mean so much to me, little one.”

  There. That right there was where she was going to pull the strength from.

  “You mean a lot to me too, Daddy. Will you please punish me for my yucky behavior?”

  Rett took a deep breath and pushed her far enough from his body so that he could look into her eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

  “No,” she answered honestly. “I’m not sure, but I trust you, and I know I deserve whatever you had in store for me. And I don’t want to wait and have this hanging between us.”

  He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “Your submission is something to be treasured, little flower. I promise to cherish it for as long as you’ll allow me to.”

  She smiled, his words spreading like a warm blanket over her naked body. How had she gotten so lucky?

  “If you are ready for your punishment, then I need you on the bed, head down, ass up. Daddy is going to insert a plug in your naughty hole before spanking you.”

  Her breath caught in her chest. Okay, maybe ‘lucky’ wasn’t the exact right word?

  No matter how afraid she was though, nothing could have kept her from walking to the bed and assuming the position her daddy had requested. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited. He made her wait, and the seconds felt like hours as they ticked by, but she knew what he was doing. Checking to make sure she was really ready and able to handle this so soon after her breakdown.

  When she finally heard him move behind her, she had to force herself not to jump up off the bed. Butt stuff was uncharted territory for her. At the same time, she’d also always wanted to try it. The idea of giving Rett this part of her had her swelling with pride. It also had her trembling with fear. Anal play as a punishment touched on all her naughtiest fantasies. Just the mention of the plug had swept her as far into a submissive mindset as she could get. When she felt his weight on the edge of the bed, her pussy quivered in anticipation of his touch.

  “This is going to be difficult,” he warned, a second before his cold lube covered finger made contact with her ass. She squealed and tightened he cheeks.

  “That’s not going to work well for you, little flower. This plug is going in one of two ways, the easy way or the hard way. The hard way involves a whole lot more spanking than the easy way.”

  Daisy groaned, trying to relax, but it was too much. Her body and brain were wracked with anticipation and fear of the unknown.

  “Reach back and open your naughty cheeks for Daddy.”

  “What?” she squealed, wondering how he knew the naughtiest parts of her most taboo fantasies.

  “You heard me. Reach your hands back and hold your bottom open so that we can get on with this.”

  Daisy’s face burned with embarrassment as she did as she was told.

  “Good girl.”

  The sweet term of endearment did nothing for her this time. She wasn’t a good girl. She was a naughty little girl, displaying her bottom hole for Daddy, waiting for him to punish her by sticking a plug inside of her.

  Rett was gentle and thorough, readying her by sticking a finger inside of her first, and coating her puckered entrance with lube. When the cold metal of the plug pressed against her, her breath hitched in her throat.

  “Are you ready, little one, for your punishment to begin?”

  Oh god. The simple question, and the cool touch of the metal put her reeling hard and deep into little space. It also had her pussy dripping with arousal as he pushed the cold plug past her tight entrance.

  She inhaled, as she took it in, feeling the squeeze of pain and pressure as he wiggled it back and forth, situating it inside of her. When he seemed confident that it was in, just the way he wanted it, he smacked her ass, and told her to relax.

  By some miracle, she did.

  With the plug seated in her ass and her pussy dripping, she didn’t have any idea how she was now going to survive a spanking. Fully immersed in her submissive mindset, all she could think about was Rett and all the things she wanted him to do her naked and willing body.

  “Well, flower, now comes the hard part.”

  Hard part? How could anything be harder than having a foreign object sticking out of your butt? She thought, but didn’t have a chance to speak it as the same butt in question was smacked with one of the worst feeling implements she had ever experienced.

  “What in the—?” she cried out, arching her back off the bed. “What was that?”

  “This,” Rett answered patiently, smacking the other side, “is called the heart attack paddle.” He smacked again. “That’s a pretty appropriate name, I think.” Smack. “Not only because it makes you feel like your heart is going to skip a beat with each swat.” Smack! “But also because it is going to be used to teach a naughty little girl not to run away and scare her Daddy.” Smack. “My heart was pounding out of my chest when I couldn’t find you.” Smack. “That was not a good choice, was it, little girl?” Smack. Smack. Smack.

  Daisy cried out each time the paddle made contact. It burned with the sting of something whippy yet packed the punch of a heavy paddle. It was the worst of both worlds and she couldn’t focus on anything except the pain searing through her.

  “Answer me, little girl.”

  “I can’t,” she panted breathlessly. Her throat ached from yelling out.

  “Okay, flower, deep breaths. You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”

  She whimpered as his warm hand caressed her skin, drawing strength from his touch. Her bottom burned inside and out, and tears flowed freely.

  “Do you know how much Daddy loves you, little one?”

  Those words broke through the pain like nothing she could have imagined.

  “You do? You love me?” It didn’t seem possible, already, but she knew she loved him too.

  Rett chuckled as he answ
ered. “So much. And I’m aching to show you how much. But right now, we need to finish your punishment. You have two more coming and I want you to say ‘I will not run from Daddy’ after each one. Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “You love me?” she asked again, needing the reassurance.

  “Yes, little flower,” he answered patiently. “I know we haven’t had the most conventional relationship, and I know it feels fast, because we’ve only actually met each other two days ago, but I can’t help it. We’ve gotten to know each other well over the last year, and I just know. You were meant for me.”

  “I love you, too,” she admitted. “I think I always have.”

  Rett smiled and she laid her head back down on the bed. “I’m ready.”

  “Good girl.”

  Rett didn’t waste any time laying the first blow right where butt met thigh.

  “I will never run away from my Daddy.” She changed the wording slightly to show him how serious she was. He did not protest, but just laid the last smack and waited.

  Daisy reiterated her promise as she was scooped into the arms of her Daddy. She couldn’t believe he loved her, that he wanted her, and yet, tomorrow they were going to have to part ways. It was going to kill her to be away from him.

  She clung tight, as if she could fuse her body with his.

  “I don’t want to leave,” she cried.

  “I know, my flower.”

  “I don’t want to live without you.”

  “I don’t want to live without you, either. I love you, Daisy Grace. Everything is going to be okay. Trust Daddy.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Asking her to trust him with a red bottom and a plug in her ass felt like an asshole move, but Rett didn’t have a choice. He had been so focused on making sure she had a good time in the present, he hadn’t had any time to think about the future.

  Daisy, of course, was kind and forgiving, and if his answer frustrated her, she didn’t show it.

  Her tear stained face beamed as she smiled up at him.

  “What’s up, little flower?”

  “I’m just happy. Even with the whole thinking you kissed another girl, and getting a spanking with that yucky paddle, and having a stupid mean plug in my butt, this has been my very best Christmas Eve ever!”

  “I’m glad you think so, and I have a surprise for you because the night is not over yet.”

  “It’s not?” Daisy rolled over in his arms and he knew she was looking at the digital clock that sat on the nightstand. “It’s late. We hafta go to bed or Santa won’t come.”

  “And we will. But in my family, we had a special Christmas Eve tradition, and I want to share it with you.”

  “Okay!” Daisy shot up into a sitting position, clapping her hands and grimaced when the metal plug came in constant with the mattress, shifting slightly before she turned her attention back to him and the surprise at hand.

  Rett contorted his body to reach underneath the bed and withdrew a large flat clothing box with a red bow on it.

  “To Daisy and Rett,” she read off the tag, crinkling her nose in confusion. “You open it.” She shoved the box into his lap, and he shoved it back into hers.

  “I know what’s in it. It’s my tradition, silly.”

  “Well then, if you know what’s in it, why does it have your name on it?”

  “Daisy,” Rett growled, losing his patience. “Open it please, before I have to find my candy cane and show you what happens to little girls who insist on arguing with Daddy.”

  “No, thank you!” With a sigh, she ripped the lid off the box and lifted up the Reindeer printed nightgown for her and matching pajama pants for him.

  “Pajamas? That’s your tradition?” Cocking her head to one side, Daisy regarded him with confusion.

  “Not just any pajamas,” Rett corrected. “Matching Christmas pajamas. The reindeers made me think of the cookies we made this morning.”

  “They’re cute,” she agreed. “But you don’t wear pajamas, and you don’t let me wear pajamas, either.”

  “Not usually,” Rett agreed, “but it’s Christmas. When Santa comes, we don’t want to give him a show! He’d put us on the naughty list for sure!”

  Understanding dawning, Daisy lifted the gown over her head and giggled. “Daddy, you’re silly. Put yours on!” she commanded, slipping her arms into the holes and twisting the gown around to fit properly.

  Rett did as she said and snapped a selfie of the two of them in their matching jammies.

  “And now,” he announced, “we climb in bed, and turn on a Christmas movie! What movie do you want to watch, baby girl?”

  “Um… It’s a Wonderful Life!” Daisy grabbed the remote from his hand and clicked buttons until the screen came to life with the holiday classic.

  As the title flashed across the screen, Rett sighed happily and pressed a kiss against Daisy’s forehead.

  “It certainly is, little one, it certainly is.”

  Daisy stretched lazily as she woke, feeling emotionally hung over. She snuggled into her Daddy’s warm embrace, listening to his deep even breaths. He was her anchor, holding tight to her and she never wanted him to let her go.

  “Merry Christmas, little flower,” he grumbled sleepily

  “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

  “Did Santa come?” he asked.

  “We saw Santa yesterday.”

  “Yes, we did, but he doesn’t leave presents until Christmas morning.”

  “Presents!” She bolted upright and could not believe her eyes. The floor in front of the tree was stacked with perfectly wrapped boxes in all different sizes. “Oh. Em. Gee!” she squealed. “Are those all for me? They can’t be all for me?”

  Rett sat up and looked around, scratching his head. “I don’t see any other little girls around here deserving of a haul like that.”

  “Can I open them? Please, Daddy?”

  “Shouldn’t we shower and have breakfast first?”

  “Are you kidding me right now? That will take forever,” she whined. “I want to open them now, pretty please, Daddy!” She clasped her hands together beneath her chin and pushed out her bottom lip in the most pathetic look she could muster.

  Rett tapped his chin for a second before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, I guess you can go ahead and open them.”

  “Yeah!” She stood up on the bed and walked to the side before leaping off and running for the tree. “Where do I even start? There’s so many!” Plopping herself down on the floor, she crossed her legs and began pulling the gifts toward her, strategically placing them in a single row around her.

  “What are you doing, silly girl?”

  “I’m putting them in order so I can open them.”

  “In order? I figured you would just start tearing into them.”

  “No way! You only get to open them and be surprised one time. You gotta make it count. There! Ready.” She announced with conviction. “Oh no!” Covering her face with her hands she dropped her chin to her chest.

  “What? What happened?” Rett was at her side in a second. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” Daisy sobbed.

  “What on earth?” Rett scooped her up and sat down on the floor with her in his lap. “What is going on, little flower?”

  “I’m a selfish brat! You got me all this stuff and I didn’t get you anything. How could I?”

  “Daisy, look at me.” He peeled her hands from her face. “Before you came here, we had a conversation, do you remember?”

  “We had a lot of conversations.”

  “Yes, but I’m referring to one in particular. The one where we agreed not to get one another a gift because nothing was going to top being together for the first time. You coming to the Ranch is your gift to me.”

  “But...” She gazed again at the pile of gifts. “You broke the rules then!”

  “Technically not. Those are from Santa.”

  Daisy quirked a brow at him. “Seriously? That’s the excuse you
’re going with?”

  “Yup. So let’s wipe these tears and get to the fun stuff.”

  Daisy bit her lip. She really did want to open the presents, and if he said they were from Santa, maybe just this once she could let herself believe that.

  “Okay, but will you stay with me down here?”

  “I’d love to.” Rett splayed his legs and set her in front of him. “Let’s see what you got.”

  Daisy grabbed the biggest box and pulled it to her before ripping off the sparkly gold paper. As soon as she saw the red roof, she gasped.

  “No way! You got me the Cottage Playset?” She could not believe her eyes. She’d wanted a set like this since she was a real little girl.

  “Not me, Santa,” Rett reminded.

  She squealed in delight and grabbed for the next package. One by one, she unwrapped them to reveal different pieces to go with the playhouse and all the woodland creatures she could ever need.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” Turning in his lap, she threw her arms around his neck.

  “It was Santa, but I will totally take the cuddles.”

  Rett collapsed with his back against the bed and groaned. “I think it’s time for a Christmas nap, little one.”

  Turning from her playhouse, Daisy shook her head. “It’s not nap time! It’s breakfast time. I’m hungry, and you said we could have pancakes!”

  “Call down and order up whatever you want,” Rett conceded. “I’m not hungry.”

  “Daddy?” Dropping her doll, Daisy dropped to her knees in front of Rett, and studied his face. “Daddy, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

  “I’m okay, sweetie,” Rett answered unconvincingly. “I just need a nap. I’ll feel better after I sleep.”

  Furrowing her brow in disbelief, Daisy leaned forward and laid a hand across his forehead, pulling back immediately. “Daddy! You’re burning up!”