Daddy Institute (Dark Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 7)

by Becca Little

  “Thank you for being my first.” My fingers traced his muscled arm.

  “And last…” He narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Nobody else will ever touch you.”

  “I belong to you and only you.” I felt tears of joy welling up in my eyes.

  Chapter 28 — Sloane

  Bianca slept after our lovemaking session, entering a deep slumber, but I was only able to take a brief nap. My mind was still spinning with everything that happened—which included taking her virginity. I picked up my laptop and went downstairs, returning it to the spot I kept it in my office. I poured a drink and took one of my grandfather’s cigars from his humidor before settling into my chair and looking at my emails. I had more news alerts than I cared to count as media outlets picked up various elements of the stories erupting from the closing of the Bradford Institute. Several reporters had reached out to Charles, but none of them were able to reach him. I had no idea where he went after Victor released him once the young women were taken away, but I hoped he was locked away in a room filled with lawyers because he would need them. I wasn’t sure if they could make a legal case against him or prove that he knew what went on behind the closed doors when the cameras went out, but he would be buried in civil suits for years.

  “Good riddance…” I shook my head and puffed on my cigar as I started deleting emails.

  Reading stock reports for Bradford International made my head hurt. I wasn’t sure how we were going to recover from the downfall we were in. Some of the news stories were even calling for my immediate resignation. I didn’t really have to work there anymore. My bank account was worth billions even without my stake in Bradford International, but I loved my job. I became CEO because they wanted a Bradford at the head of the table, but I felt like I had done a damn fine job with our expansions. The current situation was going to be tough to overcome, but I had the leadership skills to get past it if I could restore some of the faith our customers had lost with the mess Charles created. The worst of it was over and I hoped my involvement in the rescue of the young women at the Bradford Institute would start to heal some of the damage Charles had done.

  I kept scanning emails until I found one from Victor that was titled Read at your leisure. I couldn’t remember the last time Victor sent me an email. I half expected it to be a bill for the services his gun nut Army buddies provided with a click-bait title, but when I opened it, I found a synopsis of a recent conversation he had with Veronica, along with some attachments. The attachments were credit card statements. According to him, the first one was fake and the second one was real. The first one was mostly normal stuff and nothing caused me concern. The second one was filled with purchases that went on for two pages and totaled up to quite a lofty sum—even by my standards. I closed the attachments and started reading the email closely.

  “What the fuck…” I muttered as my eyes scanned the words.

  Victor described how he found the charges after the credit card bill got caught in his email spam filter and he tried to figure out why when he got the same bill every month without any issues. His investigation caused him to check the credit card account online where he found a much different bill directed to Veronica’s email address. I chuckled, thinking that it was clever. The part I didn’t expect was that during the caning Veronica received as punishment, she tried to get him to go easy on her by confessing it was Bianca who created the fake email and showed her how to do everything. My jaw tightened reading that, but the confession continued. Victor decided that she needed even more punishment for involving Bianca and during her amnesty period following the caning, she confessed that she had not been taking care of Bianca as I instructed. Instead, they had spent their days watching movies, swimming in the pool, and completely ignoring the rules I set for Bianca’s rehabilitation.

  “Wow…” I closed my laptop after reading the email. “That complicates things.”

  I let my cigar rest in my teeth as I thought about what I had read. While I was falling in love with Bianca, she was betraying me daily. Helping Ms. Veronica forge an email wasn’t on par with what she did at Bradford International, but it was a sign I had not done a very good job with her rehabilitation. My feelings for her and the distraction of everything around me had caused me to fail at the task I was trying to put above everything else. Part of me wanted to go upstairs and snatch her out of bed for a spanking she would never forget, but I knew I couldn’t do that with the anger brooding in my stomach.

  “Ugh.” I shook my head angrily and took a sip of my whiskey.

  Her punishment would be severe, but I still loved her. I knew I would have to work through the rest of it with her, but the first part of it had to begin with forgiveness. I cared about her too much to just end things, but I deeply regretting allowing myself to deviate from my purist philosophy for rehabilitation. I would have to find a way to make both ends of the spectrum work because I couldn’t deprive myself after I had a taste of her. I finished my cigar and my drink before going upstairs and crawling into bed. She snuggled up next to me and I held her tight as I drifted off to sleep. I would have to deal with the situation in the morning.

  ***

  I woke up before Bianca had stirred, still tired from a restless night. My ribs ached a little bit, but the pain was dull. I walked down the hallway to my grandfather’s room and opened the door. Everything I had relating to rehabilitation and his philosophy was inside of it, except for what I had removed for Bianca’s rehabilitation. I gathered the materials for a punishment enema and put them on the table by the door. I walked to the wall and scanned the implements of punishment. I chose a paddle, a cane, and a chastity device. The chastity device was almost as much for me as it was for her because I needed to take her rehabilitation seriously and fight my own desires. She wouldn’t be getting any sort of rewards for the immediate future.

  “Get up Bianca.” I walked into my room and dropped the punishment implements on the bed.

  “What is going on?” She blinked and sat up. Her face drew tight with concern when she saw what was in front of her.

  “I got an email from Victor last night. Do you have anything to confess or would you just like to pretend you have no idea why I think you should be punished?” I stared at her and saw her lip tremble.

  “Oh God…” She looked up at me. “It was a mistake. Ms. Veronica said she needed my help…”

  “You’re not here to help her out, you’re here to be rehabilitated. She should have admitted her mistakes up front, and I can assure you, she already understands that very clearly.” I picked up the oval paddle and tapped it on my palm.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Her eyes locked on the paddle.

  “So, you don’t want to admit that you’ve been slacking on your rehabilitation, spending all of your time downstairs with Ms. Veronica instead of in your room like I instructed?” I tapped the paddle again.

  “She told him that?” Her face spread to one of fear and I saw tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. “Why would she even admit that? That was her idea…”

  “It was your rehabilitation. Don’t get me wrong, I know Ms. Victoria is in the wrong here, and her Daddy has dealt with her. Now it is your turn.” I tapped the paddle and stared at her. “You were almost ready to graduate from diapers, but that is no longer an option. You will spend another three months in them as part of this punishment. Instead of getting a bedtime spanking, I will paddle your bare bottom every single night.”

  “Please, no…” She shook her head back and forth. “I’ll do better, I promise I’ll do better. I’ll take my rehabilitation seriously.”

  “You’ve stolen the trust I had in you, so your words mean nothing.” I walked to the bed and picked up the chastity device. “You will not feel any pleasure for the next three months. There will be no alone time for good behavior or any affection from me. You will wear this device, which allows you to go to the bathroom as needed, without any hope of ever feeling more than frustration between your legs.”

/>   “Don’t do that to me. You just took my virginity, I want more…I want you.” Tears started to stream down her face.

  “I want you too. Trust me, this will be punishment for me as well. I will also be deprived of the affection and pleasure I want because of your actions. I let myself get caught up in what we had when I should have been focused on your rehabilitation.” I put the chastity device down on the bed and picked up the cane.

  “Not that…that looks like it will really hurt.” Her head shook back and forth.

  “It will, trust me.” I ran my fingers up the long, slender cane and pointed it at her. “Since Veronica received the cane for her part in this deception, I feel it only fair that you get the same punishment. I’m going to administer a punishment enema, plug your anus, and cane your bare bottom while the enema is inside of you.”

  “Daddy, I’m sorry I was so disobedient, but please don’t do this…” She put her hands in front of her and clasped them, begging for my forgiveness.

  “Let’s go. Your punishment begins now.” I took her by the wrist and pulled her from the bed.

  My stomach hurt just telling her about the punishment. I hated that it had come to that, but deception and lies had to be dealt with severely. It would be a long three months for Little Bianca, but every single day was necessary for the lesson to be learned. I took her to the bathroom and began to prepare the enema. She sat on the edge of the tub and cried as I prepared it. I wanted to just take her in my arms and hug her. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay. I had to swallow my weakness because I had failed to rehabilitate her. The enema and the cane were both necessary, and the chastity device would punish us both for our role in it. I believed our feelings for each other were genuine, and I believed they would still be there when her rehabilitation was done.

  Chapter 29 — Bianca

  Every time I woke up during the night, I thought about my Daddy and what we had done. I couldn’t wait to find out how amazing sex would feel as my pussy adjusted to having his cock inside of me on a regular basis. The last thing I expected was to wake up and find out I had been betrayed by Ms. Veronica. The real betrayal was my own selfishness, but I still would have expected Ms. Veronica to keep her mouth shut about my role in it since I was doing it to help her. My Daddy had done everything to take care of me and I had repaid that debt by participating in deception—both for myself and for Ms. Veronica. The punishment enema was scary. I hoped I would never get one of those again. The thought of having my bottom caned while it was inside me sent me over the edge and tears rolled down my cheeks.

  “Okay. It is ready. Get in the tub and present yourself for the enema.” He pointed at the tub and I crawled onto the towel he had laid down for me.

  “Yes sir…” Even with all my trepidation, I still found myself compelled to obey him. I lifted my anus for the nozzle.

  It went in hard with very little lubrication. I winced when I felt it stretch my anus. The daily enemas he gave me before he was hurt were much gentler. The bag started to empty inside of me and I felt my body quivering as it was flushed into me. The volume was a lot more than the previous ones—even the previous punishment enema. I squirmed and clutched my stomach as I waited for it to finish. I wasn’t sure what was it, but my stomach started to gurgle the instant it started to churn inside of me. It felt like it was scraping the inside of my lower abdomen, bubbling and burning with each passing second. The nozzle was removed and then I felt the butt plug against my anus. It was a lot larger than the one he used the last time and it hurt going in. When it was finally inserted and pushed all the way in, I could feel my anus continuing to stretch and adjust.

  “Time for the cane.” He held out his hand to me.

  It was hard to stand. I had to use him for support as I climbed out of the bathtub. Everything that had been gentle and loving about my Daddy the night before seemed to fade away as he took me into the bedroom. He pointed to the end of the bed and I bent over it, feeling my stomach pressing against the wooden foot-board. The pressure of the foot-board on my enema enlarged abdomen hurt worse than just standing with it inside of me. I strained to try and force it out, mostly out of instinct, but the butt plug made sure it stayed in place. Daddy picked up the cane and walked to the end of the bed. I winced when I felt the wood tap my bare flesh.

  “You will receive with the cane, and then you will remain her to hold the enema for an additional thirty minutes.” He said as he tapped my bottom again. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes sir…” I muttered. Twelve didn’t sound that bad, but I kept that to myself.

  There was a swishing sound in the air, following by a crack. It took me a moment to realize the cracking sound was the cane landing on my bare bottom. Before my brain could process the sound, I felt a fire erupt across the center of my bottom where the cane had landed. I hardly had time to adjust before the second one landed directly beneath it. The second one landed a little differently, starting on the left side of my bottom with a hard smack and then wrapping around to deliver an agonizing sting to the other side. Twelve suddenly seemed like an eternity of agony. I realized why Ms. Veronica was so scared of being caned. It hurt like none of my previous punishments had hurt, and the agony inside me from the enema only intensified it.

  “Oh God!” I yelled and started to stand. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

  “Stay in position or we’ll start over.” He said in a tone so harsh I quickly sank back across the end of the bed.

  “Yes Daddy.” I whimpered and then a third one landed across the center of my bottom between the first and the second.

  The impact of the third one made me squeal as it laid on top of both previous spots, finding the only untouched flesh between them, and bringing both towards the cane. When the cane pulled away, I wanted to reach a hand back and block more than anything else in the world—except starting over from the first swing of the cane. I held my hands together tightly and felt tears in my eyes. It was hard to focus on the pain inside of me or the pain being caused by the cane. Both were agonizing. The fourth came down across the first one and mentally, I nearly jumped out of my skin, but my body remained in position because I didn’t want his threat to become reality. I was a third of the way done and I didn’t want that agony to be for nothing.

  “I hope you know I’m going to easy on you. Ms. Veronica got twice as many with the cane—and that was just round one.” He reiterated the last word with the fifth stinging swing of the cane.

  “Ow!” I squealed and twisted my feet in place, but remained in the correct position with my bottom ready for the next one.

  I didn’t want to trade places with Ms. Veronica, but I could only focus on my own torment as the cane took me to the halfway mark and tears flowed down my face. They got a little faster after the sixth one and I could hardly get a breath before the next one was coming down on my already punished flesh. By the time it was over, it didn’t feel like I had an untouched spot on my whole bottom. It was burning, stinging, and my whole body hurt from holding the enema on top of it. He dropped the cane on the bed, retrieved the timer, and set it for thirty minutes. I expected it to be the longest thirty minutes of my life draped across the edge of the bed, but I knew I had to accept my punishment. It was the first step towards winning back my Daddy’s trust and affection.

  ***

  The thirty minutes passed like molasses rolling down a tree. When the agony inside of me got worse and I really started to cramp, it seemed like time just stopped. Daddy went downstairs and as the timer ticked on, I suddenly heard something break. I couldn’t tell if it was glass or a dish in the kitchen, but then I heard a loud voice that didn’t belong to my Daddy. It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I wondered if Victor had arrived to see that I was properly punished—no, it didn’t sound like him. I heard my Daddy’s voice next, muffled and loud. Something was going on downstairs. The timer ticked and buzzed, but Daddy didn’t appear. Something was wrong. I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards
the edge of the stairs. The voices were muffled, but they were both upset.

  I hobbled to the bathroom with the enema burning me up inside. If he didn’t return to help me release it, something was wrong. I reached back and squeezed the butt plug. It hurt worse as I tried to remove it than it did when it went in. I strained and tugged until I had a grip on the handle and then pulled it free. Once the enema was expunged, I grabbed my dress and slid it over my head. I had to see what was going on. If my Daddy was in trouble, I had to help him. I certainly couldn’t wait upstairs. I eased myself down the stairs one step at a time until I recognized the voice. It made my blood run cold. It belonged to Charles.

  Chapter 30 — Sloane

  I walked down the stairs after I had caned Bianca, holding my ribs with every step. The sex the night before followed by having to punish her had reignited the digging feeling I felt when I moved. It was no longer a dull ache. I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it quickly. I helped a little, so I made another one to sip on, even though it was early in the morning. I just didn’t care at that point. As I sipped it and looked at my watch, I heard something break behind me. I spun around to see Charles standing at my front door, his arm through the broken glass unlocking it. Before I could react, he twisted the deadbolt and stepped into my house. I stopped in my tracks when I saw that he had a gun pointed at me.