“Is there a reason you don’t want to come to Wyoming? Is there something wrong?” Concern tinged his tone. Always protective.
“No, Dad. I love coming home. You know that. But really, you haven’t been to Los Angeles in ages, and you’ve never seen our apartment. And we’d like to bring you to this club.”
“As long as you’re sure.” Cade paused. “So, why is this club different from others? I’m kinda done with clubs and bars. I mean, I’ll go if you and Sunni want to, but don’t do it for me.”
“Well, you might really like this one. It’s a... this place does—”
Dylan grabbed her cell phone from her hand. “Let me talk to him. Hi Cade, how are you?”
“I’m good, Dylan. What’s up with my girl? She seems confused. Is something going on?” Brittney smiled at Dylan, shaking her head. When it came to his family, Cade questioned every change in emotion or tone of voice.
“No, she’s okay, Sir. She feels a little uncomfortable telling you about The Playpen, so I’ll do it for her. It is easier. It’s a club for Daddies, well, and Mommies, and their Littles. There are different types of couples, and some are deeply into age play, while others are like us. We had a magnificent time, and it gave us an opportunity to play and do things we wouldn’t be able to do at home. I just thought of you two.” Her Daddy held her hand, squeezing it gently as he winked at her. “And we’d love to have you come out here for a change. We can get you a hotel and go to different places to eat. Up to you guys, of course, but we really would like to have you.”
“I didn’t even know they had clubs for Daddy Doms. Shit. That’d be awesome.” Cade paused. “So, is my daughter worried about seeing me in that setting? She knows we do this, just like you two do.”
“I know. We just had a discussion about that. She had one of her little fits about it, but I think she’s better now. You want to talk to her again?”
“I do, son. Thank you. We’ll be there for the Fourth of July then. I ‘m looking forward to it.”
Dylan handed the phone over to Brittney.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Baby, tell me why you’re worried.” Her father’s voice had softened, barely a whisper, and as always, it made her eyes tear up.
“I just... I don’t want it to be weird. I mean, if I like something in the nursery — and they have a nursery there, Dad — I don’t wish to worry that you’ll be there or see. You know?” She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks.
“Britt, I understand that. I’d feel the same about you. Let’s make a pact. You won’t watch Sunni and me in a scene, and we won’t watch you and Dylan. Does this make it better, sweetie?”
“Yes. Deal.” She exhaled loudly. “I do feel better. It’s a really neat place. You’ll like it. We had so much fun last night meeting new people and looking around. There’s something for everyone.”
“I have no doubt, pumpkin. We’ll do some sightseeing and go to dinner, so start planning where you want to eat while we’re there. You know what both Sunni and I like. I’ll call you two with our flights and hotel reservations once I get them figured out.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She pressed the button on her phone, ending the call. She smiled weakly at Daddy, feeling foolish about her reaction earlier. “That went easier than I thought.”
“Wasn’t worth all the ruckus, was it? You have a sore red bottom, and endured not one but two enemas for that bit of impulsive naughtiness.”
“No, it wasn’t. But having my father at the club scared me, and you know how I get when I’m scared.”
He leaned forward, kissing her nose gently. “Well, you can rest easy now. No worries.” He stood up, dragging her off the bed with him. “Let’s get some dinner. No panties for you. It’ll be a good reminder to behave. Just your baby doll top. I want to see those cute little cheeks for the rest of the day.”
Jesus, I hate no panty days.
Chapter 17
Dylan had contacted Professor Maddox, letting him know that he’d be bringing Sassy’s father and girlfriend. Maddox would ensure that they had guest passes ready for them.
“Here it is —The Playpen. There aren’t many rules for guests, but they’ll give you a list. Make sure you read it thoroughly before you sign it.” After putting the car in park, Dylan turned to everyone. “I have my own rules for Sassy. She isn’t allowed to be alone unless I’ve given her permission. She is to stay near me at all times.”
Cade nodded at Sunni. “That’s a good rule, sweet pea. I’m doing that too. Don’t defy me on this one. You’ll be sorry.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sunni said.
Sunni made eye contact with Brittney, and Dylan swore there must have been a girl code of some sort in the silent exchange between the two women.
“Sassy, I didn’t want to embarrass you, but you remember the punishment you received for wandering from me the last time? Let’s not have a repeat. It’ll be much more severe this time if you do that again. I saw that exchange of looks between you and Sunni, and want to nip this in the bud. Is that clear?”
Brittney visibly stiffened. “Wait a gosh darn minute here! We just looked at each other because we’re both in trouble before we walk through the fucking doors. Is this a complete joke, or what? I know I’m a little, and I’m supposed to answer to Daddy, but I’m also an adult who has a fucking job. I know how to take care of myself. And let me remind you, I’ve been single before. I know how to go places without a Daddy.”
Dylan reached across the front seat, grabbing her face in his hand, bringing it close until he was nose-to-nose with her. “Don’t think that just because your father is sitting next to us that I won’t paddle your bare bottom right here in this parking lot.”
Dylan glanced at Cade, looking for Cade to back him up and Cade responded, “Brittney Leigh, I would never let you talk to me in that tone of voice, using those words. You know how lucky you are that you weren’t addressing me, right?”
Sassy looked out of the corner of her eye at her father. “Yes, Daddy. I wouldn’t talk to you that way.”
“Oh, interesting,” Dylan said. “Your father and I will be having a heart-to-heart about this tonight, trust me. It appears I need some tips on how to handle my Sassy girl after all.” He tilted her face up. “Now, listen, and listen well, my girl. You will stay near me, and you will follow the rules.”
She paused before addressing him. “Yes... Daddy.”
Dylan was sure Brittney was uncomfortable calling him Daddy in front of her actual father.
“Let’s go and have some fun now that boundaries are settled.” Dylan quickly exited the vehicle, walking around to help his girl out. Both the women looked adorable, dressed in short flouncy skirts with sexy matching corsets. Cade and Dylan had downed a couple of beers at a pub in the mall while the women shopped for their outfits for the night. And it had been worth it. There would be many that were jealous of their little girls.
Maddox opened the front door of the Playpen, peering out at them. “There you are. I thought that was you guys, but it took so long for you to exit the car, I started wondering...”
“No. We had to settle some confusion on rules and behavior first. Sassy is living up to her name.” Dylan laughed, shaking Maddox’s hand. “This is Sassy’s dad, Cade Johnson, and his little girl, Sunni — well, Madison Weaver.”
“Hi, I’m Maddox, and this is my girl, Libby.” They all shook hands, then Maddox waved an arm toward the building. “Let’s go inside and get ourselves situated for the night. We’ll discuss what everyone wants to do tonight. You two will love it here.”
Dylan wrapped his arm around Sassy, and she gave her father a nervous glance. Dylan the day before had tried convincing Brittney that her father, Cade, had seen things she couldn’t imagine. This club would not be the worst thing Cade had ever seen. And on top of that, Cade had this same type of dynamic in his own relationship with Sunni. It would be a familiar and safe setting in which to play with Cade’s new girl.
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and Maddox walked the couples to all the different rooms, including the dungeon, the medical play set-up, and the aftercare room. Seating themselves at a table near the bar, the men started to talk about the different settings and the possibilities for play in each area of the club.
Dylan knew that he and Sassy would be playing in the medical room after the arousal she’d experienced with the enema a couple of weeks ago. He wanted to explore that further. Maddox and Libby were scheduled for the classroom. It was their favorite room, and Maddox worked as an employee for the classroom. That left Cade and Sunni to decide where they wanted to go.
“If you two would like to use the medical room, Sassy and I can go somewhere else. Or you can go before us or after. Up to you.”
Cade smiled at Dylan, then glanced at Sunni. “We haven’t had time to talk, but I think I’d love to see Sunni in some drop-seat jammies in the nursery. And I’d love nothing more than cuddling with her and maybe spanking her naughty bottom in there.”
“Cade!” Sunni’s face turned red, the flush spreading across her chest as she dropped her gaze to the table in front of her.
Dylan and Maddox laughed. Her embarrassment was adorable.
Maddox slapped the table. “Well, then it’s been decided. We’ll meet back here around midnight for a drink and some food. Sound good?”
Everyone nodded in agreement and went their separate ways.
Chapter 18
Sunni missed having Brittney near her. She loved that Dylan — Daddy Dylan — called Brittney “Sassy.” It fit her well. It felt weird to call all those other men “Daddy” though. And she had no doubt that calling the women “Mommy” would be just as awkward.
Maddox and Libby walked them to the nursery, introducing Cade and her to everyone in the room, especially Mommy Corinne and Mrs. Batts the Nanny.
Mommy was tall, an older woman, about Libby and Cade’s age of forty. She had long, dark hair along with high cheekbones and piercing eyes the color of coal. She wore a very plain, simple charcoal dress with sheer matching stockings. She wore nothing fancy, no jewelry, nor accents of any kind. The word Sunni would use to describe her would have been austere — plain, simple, steely. Just by the set of her mouth, Sunni had no doubt that Mommy only gave orders once, or there would be repercussions.
Mrs. Batts appeared to be the same age. She was dour, overweight, stern. She had a crisp white dress with large pockets, similar to an old-fashioned nursing uniform. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail on the top of her head, and her ample cleavage burst from the scoop neck of the dress. She was large but proportionally so, with ample buttocks, but a comparatively trim waist.
But it was Mommy that scared Sunni the most. She had decided that when given an order she’d obey immediately and wouldn’t go out of her way to cause a ruckus in the room. A tussle with Mommy or Mrs. Batts wasn’t something she wanted to experience.
Maddox slapped Cade on the back. “Have fun. We’ll see you all later. You behave, Missy.” Maddox raised his eyebrows at Sunni, making her heart jump a little. What had she gotten herself into in this place? She wished again that Sassy was with her, but she understood that it would be uncomfortable for both Cade and Brittney.
“Time for you to get into your drop seat jammies, little girl.” Mommy had grabbed Sunni by the arm, dragging her toward the dresser, pulling out a pair of classic yellow pajamas.
“Wait... Daddy?”
“I’ll be over here, Sunni. Let Mommy dress you.”
“No!” What the hell did she just yell? In front of the terrifying woman, no less? “I mean... I ...can Daddy do it?”
Mommy swatted Sunni’s bottom, low and hard. “You don’t say ‘No’ to Mommy. And no, Daddy isn’t dressing because I want to do that. Now, stop being naughty and this will be done quickly.”
Without warning, Mommy quickly yanked Sunni’s skirt down over her hips and bottom, leaving her in only her corset and cheeky panties.
“Stunning, little girl. Now, to unlace this thing.” Corinne pivoted Sunni so her backside, her stinging backside, faced Corinne. Mommy made quick work of undoing the laces. Sunni held it to her chest, until Mommy jerked her hands away, the heavy, boned garment falling to the floor, leaving her standing there with her goose bumped skin and erect nipples exposed to all the other girls — and boys — in the room. There were only two boys, but it was still embarrassing. She looked over at her Daddy, who quietly pointed a finger at her in warning.
Again, Sunni wasn’t sure about this nursery — at all. When she raised her arms to cover her chest, Mommy pulled them away. “Put your hands on your head until I tell you to move them.”
Sunni quickly obeyed. Mommy Corinne’s voice scared her such that she didn’t dare mess around with the woman. She had a voice that demanded respect, much like Cade’s did. Maybe Mommy was a cop too? She’d have to ask Libby later.
“You have lovely breasts, little girl.” She circled her areolas, slowly and sensually, cupping the mounds in each hand, lightly squeezing, the size of them bigger than her hands could handle. “I may have to put a pacifier clip on these one day. Most of the girls here like sucking on a pussy while the clip teases and taunts their nipples. Some even come with the taunting pain. Have you ever come from nipple stimulation alone, Sunni?”
Sunni couldn’t answer, didn’t want to. It was none of this woman’s business, and she wasn’t about to tell her something like that in front of all those people.
“Answer me, girl, unless you want me to clip each breast and give you a spanking too.”
Oh, Christ!
“Yes, Ma’am.”
So much for holding out and not telling her.
“I suspected that was the answer. Yes, having you naked in a diaper wearing a vibrator, your breasts clipped, with a pacifier in your mouth and bottom hole, would be a sight I wouldn’t want to miss.” She turned toward Cade. “If you two come back here again this week — or visit again — let me know so we can schedule the full treatment. She’ll be ready for the next visit.”
“Count on it.” Cade smiled at Mommy Corinne.
He didn’t even ask me! What if I don’t want to be clipped?
“Little girl, whatever that thought is, you better wipe it away.” Mommy had her hands on her hips. “I’m not tolerating anything from you. You’ll have a sore tush. You understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Pull your panties off.”
Sunni looked around the room. It seemed like all the littles were watching her. She wasn’t even sure she could do this. Everyone would see that she had some marks on her bottom from a spanking she had received right before they left for the trip. She didn’t want to answer any questions about those.
She quietly shook her head, sending Daddy a pleading look for assistance.
“Madison Anne, what are you doing? You know better than that. Take your panties off. Now.” Daddy had started to stand, advancing toward her.
Oh, God. Angry Daddy!
She moved quickly to take them off, but only succeeded in pulling them down to mid-thigh—apparently right where he wanted them. He very casually wrapped his arm around her waist, bending her over and tucking her to his hip. “When you’re told to do something. You. Do. It!” The sharp slaps came so fast and furious that she couldn’t catch her breath, finding herself only able to shout incoherent sounds.
“I’m sorry!”
He kept her bent over but stayed his hand. “Does that mean you’re deciding to do as you’re told?”
“Yes! Yes, Daddy!” She hoped he believed her and would stop the spanking.
“Make sure you do, Madison Anne, or the next conversation will be much worse.” He tapped his belt buckle in warning, stalking back to the rocking chair across the room to watch her.
“Guess that didn’t work the way you wanted, did it?” Mommy said with a smug smile. It made Sunni want to shout obscenities at her.
“Madison Anne,” Cade growled from across the room.
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p; She quickly shoved the panties down her legs, shivering more from fear than the temperature. She scooped them up, not sure where to toss the garment.
“They’ll be here until you’re ready to go home.” Mommy tucked the bikini into the front of her dress, between her breasts. “They’ll be safe here.”
What? She’d have no panties for the rest of the night?
“Come over here so we can get your cute little ass into these lovely pajamas. Put your hands on my shoulders, and step into the feet, please.” Mommy slid the material up her body, helping her to slip her arms into the openings and then zipping the front. Apparently, she did feel cold because the fleece material felt warm against her chilled skin. Mommy reached around her, patting her bottom. “These little buttons come undone to expose your backside. If you misbehave, Daddy, Mommy, or Nanny will tear your bottom up. Understand?”
“Yes, Ma-am.”
“Go see your Daddy.”
Daddy sat with a book laid in his lap. Since she had met him, as a young child, she’d loved cuddling against him, listening to the rumble of his voice inside his chest. The story was so much better when listening to it that way, accompanied by his steady breathing and the slow rhythm of his heartbeat. Now, as a grown woman, he still read her stories every night before bed. She couldn’t think of any better way to end an evening.
Cade knew how important it was for her to cuddle and hear a story. He never took away reading time as a punishment; he told her he wouldn’t even contemplate it. It would hurt her spirit too much, and it was his job to preserve her spirit, not scar it.
She couldn’t remember a time in her life when anyone cared about her spirit.
Sunni smiled at her Daddy. “They have our book.” They had been reading a popular series every night. It would be like being at home.
Daddy had been reading for a while when Mommy walked over to them. “Daddy Cade, would you like her served her milk in a cup or bottle?”
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