by Maggie Ryan
“I will and, um, Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Do you… spank for a sort of fib?”
“How do you ‘sort of fib’?”
She glanced at the shelf he’d looked at earlier. “I don’t sleep with those, but I do sleep with Mr. Bear.”
He grinned, actually quite pleased that she trusted him enough to risk a spanking to admit she enjoyed a stuffy. “And where is he?”
“Over on the chair.”
The bear did indeed look like he was used to being cuddled. After retrieving him, he tucked the stuffy beneath the covers next to her. Dropping a kiss on her lips, he stood and looked down at her. “Since I don’t have a ‘sort of spanking’, I’m going to let that little fib go.” She grinned and he shook his head. “Only this one time, young lady. Do not fib to me again because you already know what will happen.”
Her eyes locked once more on the belt around his waist, and she shuddered. “I won’t, Daddy.”
“All right. Goodnight, Janie.”
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
Sawyer flicked off the light and walked back through the house. It wasn’t until he had the front door open that he thought about one last instruction, and something was telling him it was an important one. Closing the door softly, he retraced his steps. He’d left her bedroom door slightly ajar and he pushed it open. Sure enough, his intuition had been spot-on. Janie was not curled on her side with Mr. Bear in her arms. In fact, she wasn’t even tucked in tightly. His little one had the covers down at her waist and from the soft sounds he could hear and the movement he could discern, he had a very good idea of exactly what she was doing. Two steps took him to the side of her bed, and a single tug of the blankets had her screeching and her eyes flying open.
“Young lady, what are you doing?”
“God, you scared me!” she said, as he flipped the light on.
It took everything within him not to grin as she didn’t move a muscle, thinking perhaps that if she remained frozen he couldn’t figure out exactly where her hand was. “Pull it out, little one.”
Her hand slowly emerged from her underwear, her fingers curling into a fist. He reached down and took her hand, opening her fist to reveal the wetness coating her fingers.
“You are not allowed to masturbate. From now on, all your orgasms belong to me. Daddy will be the one to decide when his little one receives pleasure. Is that clear?”
“Always?”
“Yes, sweetie. The moment you agreed to give yourself to me, to honor me by becoming my special girl, every little inch of you became mine. Understand?”
“I-I didn’t know.”
“That is why your panties aren’t already down and your bottom up.”
He could practically see her mind spinning, knew her need, could smell her arousal and yet she needed to understand that this was the beginning of her total immersion into her submission. “Did you hear me, Janie?”
It took her a moment to say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. And if you think about disobeying once I leave, if you are a naughty girl and allow your fingers to play where they don’t belong, I promise that you’ll regret it.”
“Why… I mean… it’s not like I’ve never… or that you’ll kn…” He watched as a wave of color ran up from the neck of her gown to stain her face as she stumbled over her words.
Sawyer shook his head as she admitted that masturbation wasn’t a foreign concept and basically told him that she wasn’t worried about his finding out she’d ignored his instruction. Neither one of those was conducive to building a relationship… especially one as intimate and based on a level of deep trust as the dynamic of daddy/little, which was exactly what they both wanted.
“Because while you will experience a few moments of pleasure, instead of sweet dreams, you’ll find your mind will be filled with visions of you squirming and thinking about how you were naughty, how you disobeyed your daddy’s wishes. Unless you want to toss and turn picturing yourself making your confession, placing yourself over my knee and presenting your little bottom for a much longer, much harder spanking than the one you received earlier, including several swats on your little pussy, I’d suggest you consider if a few seconds of bliss is worth it.” He paused as if knowing she needed a moment to collect herself and then he said, “And, Janie?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I assure you I will know.” He heard her gasp as he drew each of her fingers into his mouth and licked away the evidence of her naughtiness. Once her hand was clean, he tucked the covers back around her, making sure Mr. Bear was in her arms this time. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”
“Good… goodnight, Daddy.”
Chapter Nine
Despite waking up hours before she normally would have, Jane knew she was running out of time. She’d already changed clothes a half-dozen times. What did one wear when spending their first full day together? “Definitely not this ratty shirt,” she mumbled, yanking it off. She’d just pulled on a button-down, sleeveless blouse in a soft yellow hue when the doorbell rang. Shocked that it could already be eight, she tugged on a skirt and then ran to the door even as she pushed small buttons through their corresponding holes. She didn’t want the bell to wake Sarah.
“Good morning, Janie,” Sawyer said, smiling down at her.
She’d already known he was very handsome, but today, dressed more casually in a pair of gray trousers and a white button-down shirt, instead of a suit, he seemed even more so. His black hair made his blue eyes appear even more vivid. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“May I come in?”
“Oh, yes, of course. I just need to run and get my shoes…” Her words cut off when, after stepping into the house, his hands reached out.
“Let me help you, honey.”
She felt her tummy flip when his fingers brushed the front of her blouse, and as the first button was pushed free, she lost her breath.
“Some little girl was in a hurry dressing, wasn’t she? You’ve misbuttoned your blouse.”
As he quickly and efficiently freed each button, she could feel her face heat. He wasn’t about to caress her… he was dressing her properly. Before she could worry about what he’d think seeing that her bra was doing a very poor job of concealing nipples that had hardened the moment he’d reached for her, he was done. And before she could feel too terribly disappointed, he pulled her to him, giving her a hug and bending to give her a kiss. It was a soft meeting of lips, but it heated her blood.
Lifting his head, he smiled again. “I’ve been waiting to do that again ever since I left you last night.”
“Me too,” she admitted softly.
“Run and get your shoes and a sweater. I don’t want you to get chilled.”
She nodded and was soon back, her white sandals on her feet and a sweater over her arm. “I didn’t know what to wear,” she confessed.
“You chose well. You look fresh as a daisy,” he said, taking the sweater from her and helping her into it. “Ready to go?”
Sliding her cell phone into her purse, she slipped the strap over her shoulder. “I guess, but I could really use a cup of coffee.”
“We’ll get something to eat in just a little bit,” he assured her. He placed a hand at the small of her back and led her from the house. After she’d closed the door, he jiggled the knob to assure it was locked and then reached down and took her hand.
“Where’s Richard?”
“I do like to drive occasionally,” he said, settling her into the front seat, reaching across to buckle her in, then pressing a kiss to her forehead before shutting her door and moving around the car.
Once he was seated, she angled her body toward him. “I have a confession to make.”
He looked over, his eyebrow quirked and she felt her face flush, his words of the evening before replaying in her head.
“Not about that… I mean, I didn’t, you know…”
“Play without
permission?”
“Um, yes. I mean, no, I didn’t…”
He chuckled and reached over to give her hand a squeeze. “Breathe, sweetie, and just tell me.”
“I googled you that first night,” she blurted out.
“Good girl.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not. I’m actually pleased. It’s very important to be safe in this world, and the fact that you did a bit of research before making such a serious commitment tells me you are cautious.”
“May I ask you something?”
He looked over at her as they’d pulled to a stop at a light. “Remember, I’ve said that you may always ask me anything. This is new to you. I’d be very surprised if you don’t have about a million questions going through your head.”
She’d not really been thinking about that, but his words had her asking her first question. “But not new to you?”
“Just like you, I’ve had other relationships before,” he said, giving her hand another squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel. “But you are the only young woman I’ve seen as favored, and the only one who is important to me now.”
“But you’ve had a Little before?”
He looked at her again and smiled. “Janie, I’m not a man to kiss and tell, but I’ll say this much. I have had relationships that have included ageplay and those that have not. But, again, the only relationship I am invested in, one I’m very excited about exploring, is the one we have begun. The one we both committed to last night. Does that help answer your question?”
She nodded. It was reassuring in a way that she hadn’t really considered. Looking over, she smiled. “I guess it’s a good thing one of us knows what they’re doing.”
The sound of his chuckle washed over her. “I promise, I not only know what I’m doing, I’m quite anxious to share that knowledge with you. You just need to trust that your daddy will take care of everything. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” And with that address, the tension she’d begun to feel evaporated.
A few minutes later, he pulled to a stop, and she looked out the window and then back to him. “Is this your house?”
“No, this is the doctor’s office. It’s actually shared by several doctors.” He turned off the engine, and by the time he’d walked around the car, she had her seatbelt undone and the door open. Though he took her hand and helped her step out, he shook his head. “You need to wait for me to open your door.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, looking up at the house. “I’ve never heard of a doctor having his office in a house. And certainly not one like this.”
It was a two-story home, set back from the street, the sidewalks bordered by flower beds. A driveway ran up one side, and hanging baskets hung from hooks along the eaves over the railing. As they climbed the steps, she saw some wicker rocking chairs set along the length of the porch. “Wow, this is really pretty.” She looked up at him. “Sort of makes you forget what’s inside.”
“There’s no need to be nervous, sweetie. Dr. Harper and his partners all believe in making their patients feel as comfortable as possible.”
“Ah, so they don’t believe in needles! That’s good to know!”
He chuckled and reached to open the door. “Well, there will be needles, but there are also cute Band-Aids and treats for good little girls.”
“What about not so good girls?” she asked, furiously batting her eyelashes and attempting to look innocent.
Grinning, he shook his head. “Cute. But in answer to your question, naughty little girls get treated to a spanking, and they still get their shots when needed,” he said as if it was the most normal thing to say, and as she finally looked from him to her surroundings, she figured in this new world she’d stepped into, it most likely was.
The waiting room, which looked far more like a family room, was filled with large, overstuffed armchairs as well as a few settees designed to seat two. There was a colorful area rug in the center of the floor that actually had buildings, houses, and little streets printed on it to allow small toy cars to be driven about the town depicted on the carpet. An oak table sat close to one wall, chairs around it. A shelf next to it contained books and bins of blocks, cards, and crayons just waiting to be chosen by some young patient waiting to see the doctor. The walls were painted a light blue with a border of green depicting grass where large flowers were blooming. It was so unlike the stark doctors’ offices she’d visited that she couldn’t help but smile… until her eyes caught another shelf, one mounted much higher than the ones the toys and books sat on. It wasn’t the fact that several hooks had been mounted along the shelf’s edge that had her eyes going wide. It was what hung from those hooks. Paddles of different sizes and material waited to be plucked free and applied to a misbehaving Little’s backside. She shook her head. Surely they were for show? Perhaps meant to remind a recalcitrant patient that misbehavior would be frowned upon? No one would actually lift one free and give a spanking to their Little right in the middle of the waiting room, in full view of other people… would they?
For some reason, she felt both a little nervous and curious. Yes, she’d read a few stories on different lifestyles, but she’d never actually seen evidence that any dynamic other than the one deemed ‘normal’ was actually practiced for real… by real people. She supposed she’d never know as the room was empty but for the two of them.
“Good morning, Mr. Masterson.”
The greeting had her eyes darting to the left to see an older woman on the other side of a pass-through window.
“Good morning, Edna,” Sawyer said, stepping closer to the woman. “I’d like you to meet Janie. Janie, this is Mrs. Shepherd.”
“Hello, Janie, it’s very nice to meet you. Feel free to play while your daddy fills out some forms.” Edna held out a clipboard with several papers clipped to it.
“Um, that’s okay,” Jane said. She hadn’t missed the fact that this woman had called him by name, which made her wonder exactly how often he’d visited, and with whom. “I can fill them out.”
“That’s your daddy’s job, sweetheart. We have books to read or color in, or, if you prefer, you may choose a toy to play with. I’ll let the nurse know you’ve arrived, Mr. Masterson. You’ve brought Janie in to see Dr. Harper, correct?”
“Yes, for a baseline physical. Thank you, Edna.”
With that, the woman disappeared, leaving Jane to stare up at him. “I don’t need a physical. I don’t even really need a doctor as I’m perfectly healthy. This is a waste of your time and money.”
He ignored both her protest and her attempt to tug her hand free from his. Leading her across the room, he took a seat in one of the chairs, pulling her down onto his lap. “And Daddy said that you will be receiving a physical. We have the time and you need not worry about the cost. As your daddy, it is my responsibility to cover the bill.”
“How many other Littles have you brought here?” she demanded when he released her hand in order to take the pen from under the clip so he could begin filling in the forms. His eyes met hers and she snapped, “Don’t look at me like that! I have the right to know, and you said I could ask questions!”
“Yes, I did, and you may. But what you may not do, young lady, is speak to me in that tone of voice or with that attitude. I realize you might be a little nervous, but that is no excuse to be rude.”
“I’m not nervous! I just think this is stupid, and you still didn’t answer me. How do I know you don’t have a whole bunch of women just waiting for their own ‘Daddy time’?”
“Because I told you that you are the only Little I’m in a committed relationship with, and I do not say things I do not mean. Now, I suggest you lose the attitude and go play before you receive the answer to the question you didn’t voice but I know you have.”
“What question?”
He cupped her chin with his fingers, gently turning her head in the direction of the receptionist’s station. “The o
ne about are those paddles being just for show. I promise you, they are not. And, if you doubt me, I’ll be more than happy to choose one, turn you over my knee, and apply it to your bottom until you realize that I do not lie, and I will not tolerate my little girl throwing a fit.” He turned her head back gently to face him. Looking down, he asked, “Are we clear?”
Swallowing hard and trying to not clench her buttocks as she was sure he’d find that telling somehow, she nodded.
“Words, Janie. I want to hear you say your words.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir, we’re clear.”
“Good,” he said, bending forward and kissing her forehead. “Now, go pick a book or a toy and let me fill out your paperwork.”
“But what if you don’t know the answers?”
“Then I’ll ask you.” He smiled and the ease with which he lifted her off his lap and set her onto her feet had her frozen for a moment. He was so much bigger, so much stronger than she was. It was both disconcerting and… well, wonderful. When he gave the back of her skirt a pat, she blushed and decided that it wouldn’t be all that horrible to go find something to read.
By the time he’d returned the clipboard to the front, not asking Jane for clarification on anything, they were no longer alone. Another man and woman entered and while he was dressed in a suit, the woman’s hair was in two pigtails, huge purple bows vivid against the chestnut strands. She wore a lilac-colored dress where another large bow was tied right above the curve of her buttocks. White lacy ankle socks and black Mary Janes completed her outfit. She wasn’t that much shorter than the man with her, but her entire persona radiated ‘Little’. She smiled and gave Jane a wave. Before Jane could do more than give a lift of her hand in return, the door opened and Edna stepped out.
“Mr. Masterson, Nurse Julie is ready to do the bloodwork.”
Sawyer stood up and held out his hand. “Come on, sweetie.”
Seeing the other Little’s look of empathy, mouthing what looked like ‘owie’, as well as giving a rather exaggerated shudder, Jane felt torn. She gave a brief look toward the hall that led to the front door, wondering what would happen if she made a break for it. She didn’t have a chance to discover the answer because her hand was taken and given a squeeze.