by Cherry Lee
They purchased headbands and hair ribbons and Candy got a new haircut--barely shoulder length, light and bouncy. The cut made her appear more childlike than ever. It was the first time she’d been glad to be flat-chested and youthful looking. She was perfect for the part of Daddy’s girl.
Then they went to a sex shop to purchase more unique articles. Old fashioned pantalets with ruffles on the backside. Oversized little girl dresses that ended way up her thigh so her ruffles showed.
There was no question that she’d go back to Bob’s house that night. Candy called her roommate to tell her not to worry about her and then she dressed in the school uniform. When she went back downstairs, Bob was working on dinner in the kitchen so she stepped outside for a smoke. It had been nearly eighteen hours since her last one and she was desperate for a nicotine fix.
Candy stood on the patio by the slider doors, gazing across Bob’s beautifully emerald green back lawn. She’d just taken a deep drag of smoke when the patio door opened and Bob stepped out.
“Smoking? Daddy doesn’t approve. It’s bad for little girls.” He frowned and she knew he wasn’t really playing.
Taking on the role of a teenager acting out, she shrugged and blew wisps of gray. “I’m not a kid anymore, Dad. You can’t control me. If I want to smoke, I’m gonna do it. Do you want it to be behind your back?”
“Young lady, you’re not going to smoke. You’re going to obey me or be restricted to your room.”
“I don’t have a room. I sleep in your room, remember?” she drawled.
He grabbed her wrist, hard enough to hurt and plucked the cigarette from between her fingers. Casting it on the ground, he stepped on the butt. “I won’t have this kind of behavior. You’re not too old to put over my knee.”
“Oh what, so you’re gonna spank me now? I don’t think so.” Funny but it began to feel real as she layered on the teenage attitude. She found herself pissed off. Who was this man to tell her she had to stop smoking? They’d known each other less than a fucking day. They were role playing. This wasn’t reality and he had no right.
“I’m only saying this because I care about your health. I would hope you’d be reasonable enough to see that.” The coolness of his tone was enough to chasten her a little, but she was still fairly pissed as she jerked away from him and strode into the house.
“Fuck you!” she shot back over her shoulder.
Her Daddy caught up with her and seized her wrist again. “You can provoke all you want. I’m not going to lose my temper but I am going to punish you. I won’t have that kind of foul language in my house.”
Candy struggled, but this time he didn’t let go. He pulled her into the living room and pushed her face down over a large ottoman. His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her pinned. She squirmed, but his strength was too much for her.
Daddy lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. She held her breath as the cool air touched her ass and she waited for the first blow. Her breasts were crushed against the footrest and her face pressed into the rough material. She heard the sharp crack of flesh on flesh almost before she felt the sting on her bottom.
“Ow!” she cried and struggled harder. “Let me go.”
“Candy, the more you fight me, the longer this will go on. You need to learn a lesson about obedience. I’m not out to hurt you. Everything I do is because I care about your well being.”
Smack. The hand hit her again, setting her buttocks jiggling. Blow after blow slapped her bare flesh in a steady rhythm. The stings grew harder and her backside glowed with heat from the blood rushing to it. Even as she cried and protested, Candy was completely aroused by the treatment. Her pussy lips were swollen and pliant as she creamed onto the ottoman. Her cheek grated against the rough upholstery fabric. All of her exposed skin felt abraded as if she was lying on sandpaper. She wanted to be fucked so badly she thought she might beg for it.
“You will stop smoking,” Daddy demanded, “and you will no longer use foul language. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice choked with tears. They trickled from her eyes and dampened the footstool beneath her head.
“Very well.” The harsh blows stopped. Cool air kissed her burning cheeks and a moment later, Daddy’s hand caressed her backside very gently. She lifted into his touch like a cat being petted.
For a moment, his hand slipped between her legs and fondled her soaking wet pussy. “You are a horny girl, aren’t you?” His tone was affectionate and she was grateful that his disappointment in her had been brief.
“I am. I can’t help it.”
“You’d probably like me to ease your aching pussy.” He massaged her plump lips and rolled his finger along her seam. More tears slipped from Candy’s eyes at the exquisite pleasure.
“Please,” she begged.
“But then your punishment would turn into a reward. I don’t want you acting out just to get my attention. So you will remain like this, with your bottom in the air, for ten minutes. Then you will come to the dinner table and eat your meal like a proper young lady. You will receive no sexual relief tonight. In fact, I want you to think about this tomorrow while you’re at work. Remember what happens to girls who disobey their Daddies. But you will not come. Not until I say you may.”
God, just hearing him say “Daddy” made her want to come. Her body was throbbing with both pain and desire. One flick of his finger on her clit would put her over the edge. For that matter, one rock of her hips would scrape her clit and give her the release she needed.
“Promise me.” His voice was rumbling thunder. “Promise you’ll do as I say and only come on my command from now on.”
Ooh, “command” was another word that set her on fire. “I promise. I won’t come unless you tell me to.” She wiggled her bottom in the air, hoping for another pat or another slap. She’d happily take either one so long as he was touching her. But Daddy turned away, leaving her to ponder her transgression.
She’d been such a naughty, bad girl and now she saw the error of her ways.
* * * *
Bob returned to the kitchen, but he gazed at his girl in the living room with her reddened butt cheeks raised in the air. She looked so smoking hot he thought he’d go berserk if he couldn’t plow into that sweet ass right then and there. It was criminal how good she looked in the school uniform—blue blazer, plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes and a completely bare bottom, bright red from his spanking. Sure the outfit was a cliché but men found the image hot for a reason. Girlish innocence on the cusp of sexual maturity was a profoundly erotic thing.
He considered his need to be Candy’s Daddy and what it said about him. When he’d first realized his predilection for that kind of age play, he’d read all he could find about it—half afraid he was a pedophile closeted even from himself. But what he’d learned was that it wasn’t uncommon for adults to eroticize some aspect of childhood and for other adults to enjoy the role of caretaker in that scenario. It didn’t mean he wanted to dominate a real little girl—not at all. He was very clear on the fact that he wanted a grown woman to become his little girl.
And now, as his gaze traveled over Candy sprawled over the ottoman, he knew she was the one he wanted.
But it was a tricky thing they were embarking on and he knew it was moving too fast. They needed to establish ground rules, safe words, a framework in order to make certain they were both on the same page. He would discuss that with her over dinner. But first he’d enjoy the sweet sight of her subjugation while he cooked.
When dinner was ready and Candy’s ten minutes of punishment was over, Bob called her to come to the table. She rose somewhat stiffly and reached behind herself to rub her sore cheeks before stooping to pick up her panties from the floor.
“You don’t have to wear those. Come as you are and sit down.”
How compliant she was as she instantly responded to his order. Candy had said she’d played BDSM scenes before and he could see she was a natural su
b. She slid into the chair across from him, barely meeting his eyes as she reached for her fork.
“Candy, I think we should talk before we play this out any farther. It’s a little early in our relationship for me to start reprimanding or punishing you when we haven’t even clarified how much is pure play and how much we want to be real.”
She looked up at him at last, her cheeks flushed with either embarrassment, anger or desire. “I agree. I have to tell you, I was really quite annoyed when you made me put out my cigarette, but oddly enough I was also touched you were thinking about my health. And I have to admit that the spanking turned me on, as you knew it would.” She poked at her broccoli. “But it’s important to figure out where the game roles leave off and our real personas begin.”
“We’ll set a safe word and talk about some guidelines.” He paused, half afraid to say the rest of it in case she turned him down. “That is, if you want to keep seeing each other.”
Her buoyant grin was back, lighting her eyes and waking the dimple in her left cheek. “Do you have to ask?”
“Actually I do. That’s my job as the dom, to make sure we’re in agreement about things. Do we want this to be a one time thing, an occasional hook up, or something more?”
“As far as I’m concerned, Bob, this is something much more. Sounds crazy when we’ve only just met, but I feel such a sense of…coming home with you. Something I’ve never felt with anyone before.”
And I with you, my little girl. He nodded. “I feel the same way. So, all right then. Let’s hammer out the details.”
Chapter Three
They’d agreed—again—to try to start slow, maintaining separate lives and seeing each other a few times a week. But it wasn’t long before Bob was setting up his spare room as a little girl’s bedroom. He replaced the neutral tones with a lot of pink and bought a bright flowered comforter for the bed. He let Candy help decorate since it was to be her room when she stayed the night. Which wasn’t to say she wouldn’t end up crawling into her Daddy’s bed before the night was over, but this gave her a space of her own to retreat to when she wished.
Getting into the girlish spirit of unicorns and kittens, Candy chose items that would further the illusion of a child’s room. A plush, chenille rug covered most of the floor. Stuffed animals and dolls littered the bed. A happy face nightlight plugged into one outlet. Her collection of dresses and frilly outfits filled the wardrobe, waiting for Daddy to pick one out and help her dress in it.
“Do you like taking it this far?” Bob asked her.
Candy was adamant that she was into the whole scene. “I can always stay at my apartment if I’m not in the mood,” she remarked one time when he asked her opinion on whether a toy box would be too much.
“Hey, I don’t want you to feel we have to age play every time you come over. There are plenty of other scenes we can do,” he reminded her. “Or we can simply be ourselves. Hang out like that.”
Candy turned to him with a wry smile. “I’m beginning to think this is myself. I feel so relaxed when I slip into my little girl mode. I mean, surly teenage hottie is great, too, but I’m happiest when I’m very young and you’re taking care of me.”
“So am I.” He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in her strawberry scent. “I love taking care of you. And hey, we can keep some pretty adult ‘toys’ in that toy box if we want to.”
As Candy stayed over more and more often, Bob enjoyed laying out her clothes and giving her guidance about what she should do that day. On work days she had to adopt her capable waitress façade. She put on the tank top and skirt that were the unofficial uniform of waitresses at Jake’s Place, but underneath, he told her to wear her ruffled pantalets to remind her she was still Daddy’s little girl. He liked to think of her going about her work, flirting with customers, playing the waitress, while all those men were ignorant of who Candy really was.
Bob had a love-hate relationship with the idea of Candy and other men. A deep-seated part of him wanted to keep her completely for himself, pure, childlike, innocent and completely his, but images of her blowing other guys kept haunting him. He pictured her hooking up with a customer at the bar, taking him into the back room and pulling down her ruffled pantalets so he could fuck her. The thought enraged and aroused him.
His conflicting feelings made him grow a bit short with Candy for no good reason and one evening she confronted him about it in her own unique way.
Bob arrived home from a frustrating day of work to find his girl waiting for him dressed in a Shirley Temple style dress with layered petticoats that made it puff out all around her. Her lovely legs were naked but for a pair of white anklets, and her patent leather shoes gleamed. Candy had dressed her normally straight hair into a multitude of sausage thick ringlets that tumbled in wild profusion around her delicate face. The look was completed by a big bow gracing the side of her head and a red sucker clutched in her hand.
She met him at the front door to take his briefcase and rose on her toes to give him a quick kiss that tasted of cherries. “Daddy looks tired. Was work hard today?”
“A little.”
She grasped his hand and pulled him over to the couch. “I have a fun game that will make you feel better. Sit down.”
Bob sat and Candy straddled his lap while she loosened his tie and helped him remove his jacket. She rubbed her crotch against his steadily growing erection and then acted as if she’d just discovered the anomaly in his trousers. It was a game he never grew tired of—her discovery and exploration of his genitals.
“What’s this thing?” she prodded his bulge then cupped her hand around it.
“That’s part of Daddy’s body. Not for little girls to touch.” He moved her hand away. Having her pester for more information was part of the game.
But tonight, Candy simply turned around and sat on his lap facing away from him. Her abundant curls and the floppy bow filled his vision.
“Put your legs out straight and I’ll show you my game,” she demanded.
He obeyed, stretching his legs and making an incline. Candy sat on his lap, scraping her bottom against his swollen shaft as she pushed off and slid down his legs to the floor. Then she turned and looked up at him from down on her knees. “See. You’re my slide.”
Bob held his arms out for her so she could climb back up and do it again. She dragged herself over him, inflicting agony on his cock before sliding down his legs.
Again she looked up at him but with a frown this time. “You don’t make a very good slide.”
He laughed, charmed as always by her silly games. “Come here, sweetie. Let me cuddle you.”
Once more she climbed on his lap, but facing him and with her head nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He sat quietly rocking her for a while, letting the tension of the day leech away.
Candy’s breath blew warm against his neck. Her fingers toyed with the edge of his collar. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” she asked, and her voice deepened to a womanly tenor. “I’ve been feeling a vibe from you lately. Are you tired of this? Of me?”
“No! Oh God, no.” He grasped her shoulders and pushed her away so he could look into her face. “It’s just that my work’s been stressful.”
“And…” she prompted. “There’s something more. Something to do with us. I can feel it.”
He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “It’s your work. I think about you there, getting hit on by guys and mistreated by your manager, and I don’t like it. What I’d really like is to keep you here all the time. Safe, protected and all mine. But we’ve only been seeing each other a couple of weeks. It’s too soon to ask for that kind of commitment.”
“Uh, I think you just did.” She smiled. “You want me to move in and be your 24/7 sub?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “That’s exactly what I want. How would you feel about that, giving up your autonomy and becoming a full time little girl?”
Candy paused, considering. “I don’t know if I
could act that role all the time. I’m still finding my way as far as being both a grown up and a childish version of me.”
“We can work it out together. You don’t have to act full time. But I do want you to move out of your apartment and live here.” He paused and added, “If you want.”
“I do. I’ve been hoping you’d ask me.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him hard.
Bob held her, breathing in the sweet scent of powder and soap. He’d never been happier. His little girl was coming to stay permanently.
At last Candy pulled away with a little wiggle of her bottom on his lap. “Now Daddy, about this thing in your pants. Can I see what it looks like?”
Chapter Four
Candy was excited. Her Daddy was throwing a party and two other Daddies were bringing their little girls to play. She was getting tired of spending so many hours alone in the house while Daddy worked. It would be nice to have friends over.
She finished taping crepe paper and stood back to look at the room she’d decorated. With the colorful streamers and balloons, it looked like the best birthday party ever. There were gift boxes for all the children so no one would be left out. Daddy had said this was a birthday party for them all.
Candy looked in the mirror, straightened her pigtails and pulled down her party dress, which kept riding up high to show her white underpants. This would be her first time playing with other girls like her. She wondered what the Daddies would do as they watched them and what kinds of things they might want the girls to play together. The naughty ideas that darted through her head excited her and made her underpants grow damp. She wanted to rub herself there, but Daddy had said “no touching” and so she kept her hands away from her crotch.
The doorbell rang and she jumped. “They’re here!” she called.
Daddy came from his office and went to answer the door. He welcomed his friend and introduced the black-haired man with a moustache to Candy. “This is Mr. Fischer and his little girl, Jane. Say ‘hello’, Candy.”