Daddy's World

by Ava Sinclair

  A breeze lifts her hair, pushing it over her face. I hold my breath as Kit stands there. I can see her struggling to break down the wall she’s already starting to rebuild.

  Kit doesn’t come to me, but she does lower her arm. The shock stick falls to the ground. She sits down beside it and I walk over. I lower myself to sitting in the grass beside her.

  Neither of us says anything. We just sit staring off into the distance. After a moment I feel the weight of her head resting on my shoulder.

  “A sister…I didn’t know you have a sister. I don’t know anything about you. Since we’ve been together, we’ve focused on me. On my needs, on my fears.”

  “That’s because you’re my little one.”

  She looks over and puts her hand to my face, turning it so I’m facing her. “I like being your little one. I really do. But I want to take care of you, too.”

  I lean my forehead against her. “How about we take care of one another? Would you like that, my little one?”

  “Very much,” she says.

  I smile. “There’s still the matter of a certain surprise.”

  “Yes. You did mention one.” She quirks a brow. “What is it?”

  “Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

  I hope I’m doing the right thing. I’d intended to reunite her with Trina before I went to save Felicia. Am I making a mistake to remind Kit of her old life on the heels of what has just happened?

  I message Gavin to ask if he can meet us in the parlor of my private wing. Ever the good friend, he readily agrees to comply.

  “We’re home,” I say as we arrive back at Paternas.

  “Home,” Kit repeats. As we enter the elevator, I hold her hand a little tighter. She takes note of this.

  “Are you all right, Daddy?”

  I look down at her. “Yes. I’m just nervous.”

  “Nervous? Why?”

  I squeeze her hand as the elevator zips forward then up. When it stops, we exit at the entrance to the private wing. I’m still holding her hand. My heart is in my throat as we walk through the doors. Will the memory of her old life be too much? Will it turn her affections away from her daddy, from the life I want to offer her?

  At the parlor door, we stop.

  “I love you, Kit.” She stares up at me.

  “Daddy, is something wrong?”

  “No. I just want you to know. I want you to know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” I pull her to me in a hug. “I love you.”

  I don’t expect her to answer. I don’t give her time. Instead, I open the door. She glances up at me and then walks into the parlor.

  Gavin and Trina are on the sofa. Kit doesn’t recognize her friend at first, but when she does, her face registers her shock. She looks back at me and then at her former fellow rebel.

  “Hello, Kit.” Trina’s voice is soft. She steps forward. “I’ve been wanting to see you. I…” She looks at Gavin. “I’ve been wanting to tell you how scared I was when I first came here. And how angry. I wanted to help because I knew you had to be as confused as I was. But my daddy…he wanted me to wait to see you. He wanted you to have the same chance to adjust as I did, to sort it out for yourself.” She pauses. “As much as I wanted to see you, I knew he was right, because you were always so incredibly strong. I knew if anyone could see the truth of Paternas, it was you.”

  Kit looks at me. Her face is unreadable. I’m holding my breath. She walks over to Trina and touches her face. She begins to cry, then laugh through her tears. “You’ve cut your hair.”

  Trina laughs and puts her hand on Kit’s. “Yes. And you’ve learned to cry.”

  Kit nods. “It’s a happy cry. It’s nice.”

  “Yes,” Trina nods, reaching up ti wipe away her friend’s tear. Gavin and I are holding back our own as we glance at one another. Our little girls are together again.

  Trina looks up at Gavin. “May I tell her, Daddy?”

  “If it’s okay with her daddy. But I think she already knows.”

  Trina looks back at my little one. “We’ll always be rebels, Kit. Nothing has changed. Our daddies have talked. He says our love will make the world a better place. You can still lead. More women from the Warrens will come.” She takes Kit’s hands. “Will you help them as Daddy says you will?”

  Kit looks back at me and smiles. “Yes,” she says. “I will. How could I not want to share what I’ve found?”

  Kit turns to me. “Thank you,” she says. “Thank you for letting me see my sister again. I know why you were afraid, but there is no need. I am yours. I love you.”

  I pull her to me as Gavin and Trina smile. Together we are beginning a journey, and even if things are already changing, I know Paternas faces challenges. There is still much to be done. I want to save the other women, to give them daddies. I want to see the faithful Head Matron Lang reunited with Jenny, her forbidden love.

  I have a better vision for New Bethel. It starts here.

  Twenty-Four

  Kit

  Six months later

  “Hold still, young lady.”

  When I first met him, Daddy said if he called me young lady, it meant I was in trouble. I hardly ever get in trouble, though. It’s hard to be a rebel when the authority in your life makes you want to please him with every fiber of your being.

  I have learned quickly what pleases him. He’s learned quickly what pleases me. It pleases him for me to present myself to him as I’m doing now. It pleases him to make me squirm and beg. It pleases me, too.

  “Oooooo….” I push my face into the pillow as he sinks his lubed finger into my ass. I squirm and brace myself for the stinging slap he applies to my bottom, whimpering anew when a second finger joins the first.

  “I think you’re ready.” He moves his fingers in and out once, twice, three times. There’s a box beside me on the bed. Inside are heavy glass trainers, specially made plugs designed to gradually stretch my bottom hole in preparation to take his cock. Roman has been gradually increasing the size. Tonight I’ll take the third one.

  Daddy says there are many ways to prepare me, highly technical ways. But he is a fan of old-fashioned techniques and had these specially made. When he removes his fingers, I glance back to see him lubricating the tip of the third trainer. The tip is cool against my bottom, and my pussy throbs as he pushes it against the resisting ring of muscles. I bite the pillow, reveling in the sting as the trainer, which widens at the base, stretches me before becoming fully seated. The flanged in keeps it snug in place.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” His voice is low and husky as his hand roams my plugged ass. “You’re such a good girl.”

  “Maybe I’m too good,” I look back at him and bite my lip.

  “Does my little one need a reminder to continue to be good?”

  I nod. “Maybe not too much of a reminder.”

  He reaches on the bedside table for a small flexible cane. “Would six do?”

  “I think so.” I twist my hands into the bedcovers, feeling the mattress shift. I remember the first time he spanked me, how angry and afraid I was. Who knew I would one day crave his show of dominance. When the cane falls I scream into the pillow.

  “Count,” he commands.

  “One.”

  The cane falls again.

  “Two.”

  I recall his words to me that day. …and just so that you understand, there are other ways of spanking you. Lots of ways, in fact. I can bend you over my lap as I just did, holding you so that you can’t move. I can restrain you over a chair or sofa or table. I can use other things besides my hand. A sturdy ruler. A strap. A cane. I feel like I may come from that memory and the sensations I’m feeling now.

  The cane falls again.

  “Three,” I whimper. “Oh, Daddy. It hurts. Please stop!”

  But he doesn’t stop. We both know I want him to keep going.

  “Four.” I reach back, feeling the lines he’s raising on my ass.

  He la
nds the last two in rapid succession.

  “Five. Six!” I cry out the last two, and then look back at him, desperate for more.

  “Fuck me. Please.”

  “Not yet.” He lifts me up and leads me across the room. “I’ll fuck you soon. I’ll fuck you long and hard. But first, I want to see you stand here in the corner with your plugged, spanked ass on display. Understand?”

  Oh, yes. I do understand. I’m the little girl in daddy’s perfect story.

  “Answer me, young lady.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say. He goes to sit down. I can feel his eyes on me. Soon I’ll feel more. The night is just beginning.

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