Daddy's Sweetheart Parts 1-5: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  Should I tell him, or wait for him to ask?

  We sat together at breakfast; usually we ate in his bedroom, but this morning we ate in the dining room.

  I sipped on my hot chocolate and ate my scrambled eggs.

  Daddy looked through the paper. I had a feeling he didn’t want to be disturbed, so I remained quiet.

  He read a long time.

  I was getting bored. The butler brought me my third hot chocolate. I drank slowly.

  “Here, you can have the funnies.” He handed a very colorful section of the paper over to me. It was full of comics.

  I laughed quietly to myself.

  I read them all, even though I didn’t get them all. Things that had to do with TV programs or current events, I just didn’t get.

  Daddy folded up the paper and got up. “Let’s go for a walk,” he declared.

  “Outside?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yes,” he smiled, “Where else?” He could have easily been mad.

  I figured that it was an unspoken rule that I wasn’t supposed to mention the fact that I was being kept here, locked up and only allowed in certain rooms.

  He held out his hand to me, and I reached for it. He escorted me towards the door. It had been a while since I’d been outside. This was a big moment for me.

  Daddy led me out to his garden. He didn’t let go of my hand. He looked over and smiled at me a lot.

  “Your garden is lovely,” I said. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

  “It’s our garden, sweetheart. Besides, we’re having a grill party tomorrow. You and Cindy can play out here. You should be familiar with it.”

  Daddy gave me the history of the garden. A famous architect had designed it. It was really very impressive. It had orchards like my father’s garden did, too.

  We picked cherries off the trees and ate them.

  He could spit the pits a lot further than I could. We had fun doing that. I even had to hold my sides, because I was laughing so hard. Daddy could be fun to be with, too.

  Daddy explained that he wanted our guests to feel comfortable with us tomorrow. He didn’t come out and say it, but he warned me to be good.

  I promised I’d be.

  He kissed me then. He brought me back into the house and took me up to his bedroom. “Amelia, do you still have your period?” he asked, strictly.

  I was embarrassed, but shook my head.

  His kissing intensified as he undressed me and pulled me to his bed.

  He, too, was quickly undressed.

  I wasn’t sure if I should miss the reprieve, which I’d enjoyed the last couple of days, or if I should just enjoy the closeness to him now?

  His whole manner changed. He’d been so patient, but now he was urgent.

  I was somehow nervous.

  Daddy seemed to like that. He kissed me and pushed me back on the bed, so I was lying down. He always took the lead with such things.

  I just let what would happen happen.

  The feel of his skin on mine felt so good. I’d missed this side of him. His hand moved to the juncture in between my legs.

  My legs fell open for him so easily. His touch was like a drug, the more he gave, the more I wanted.

  I moved in closer to him. My hands moved franticly over his shoulders. I needed him now.

  He smiled and snorted a little. “Hush, little one, I’m here. I’ll help you find your release.”

  He entered me then, bringing tears to my eyes. I held on to him as if for dear life. Each thrust was a beautiful gift.

  “I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.

  “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  We made love and talked all day. He told me that he had to go away for a couple of weeks next month. Just hearing him say that hurt my heart.

  “I have interests in Europe that need to be looked after personally.” His face was so serious.

  “I understand,” I said, trying to sound brave. “You said things like that would happen before we were married.”

  I was trying to reason with myself. I’d been laying on his chest and looking him in the face as we talked.

  But now I sat up and turned away from him. I wanted to hide my pain.

  I guessed I just loved him more than he loved me.

  I took a deep breath and pulled the nerve together to ask him what was weighing on my heart. “Are you going to miss me?”

  “No, probably not.”

  I sucked air into my lungs as if he’d hit me with his words. I nodded and said nothing.

  He sat up and laid an arm around me.

  I turned so he couldn’t see my face, just yet. I had to wipe away my tears and compose myself. I couldn’t do it. It had hurt too much. I loved him a lot more than he loved me.

  “Hush, don’t cry. I was just trying to be funny. I’m not going to miss you, because I’m going to take you along with me.” He turned me and held me to his chest.

  I let go and tears flowed out of me.

  “Really?” I asked, once I could talk again.

  “Of course, it’s our honeymoon, just the two of us. I’m so sorry I hurt you. You’re the thing I love most in this world. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings like that, sweetheart. Daddy loves you so much. Hush, little one.” His hand ran up and down my back comforting me.

  He loved me back. I was so relieved.

  “Don’t you want to ask where we’re going?” He was trying to change the topic away from my tears and insecurities, but I hadn’t collected myself yet.

  “It doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you,” I sobbed on.

  He held me closer. “I feel like such a heel. I’ll never try to be funny again,” he apologized.

  That did make me laugh. “It wasn’t your fault. This is just all so new for me. I’ve never been wanted before. I keep thinking – I can’t be this lucky.”

  I’d wanted to say that I feared he’d change his mind about me, but I remembered the spanking I’d gotten for thinking and saying that once before.

  First, Nanny had paddled my behind, and then Daddy had spanked the daylights out of me. That had been the worst weekend of my life. He’d punished me until I was sick and feverish. I was scared again, just thinking about that.

  But he was being nice to me now. He was lovingly rubbing my back, and talking very softly to me. “We’ll be going to Austria, Germany and Switzerland. Do you know what those three countries have in common?”

  He was playing to my need to answer questions, something that had helped to make me very unpopular back at school.

  “They all have German as their official language, except for Switzerland which also has French and Italian as national languages.”

  He started laughing at me. I could feel him shaking. “That’s right, sweetheart. I saw on your report cards that you had four years of German at school. So you’re probably fluent, right?”

  He was teasing me. I’d gotten straight A’s all my life. “Fluency can only be obtained under submersion of a language.”

  “Is that so?” He was still laughing. He probably thought that I was talking like an adult, pretending to be one.

  The headmistress, at the school I’d be attending in September, had made a joke like that about one of the girls, too.

  “Yes, that’s so,” I whispered hoping he still think that I was cute.

  “Such a smart little girl.” He kissed me and whispered about our trip. Telling me where we’d all be going, what he planned to buy me and so on.

  I had a feeling that he was trying to turn me on, but I was too practical for that.

  “But my closet is already full now. How are we supposed to get more stuff in there?”

  “Amelia sweetheart, you’re so precious. It’s a simple trick. We pack away your summer things and replace them with winter things. I can’t wait to see you in those cute German dresses with the aprons.”

  Daddy was smiling and staring off into space. He was imagining it.

  He dressed me like that a
nyway. The outfits that I wore were as close to German dresses as an American could get.

  “You don’t have to buy me things, so I’ll like you.”

  Did he think that? I wasn’t sure.

  I mean, I’d showed him often enough that a simple ribbon was enough to make me very happy.

  “Amelia,” he sighed happily. “You really are the only person I could have married where I never have to wonder if it was because of my money. Your Daddy chooses to shower you with gifts, because it makes me happy. I know you aren’t like that. Maybe I want to reward you because of that. I don’t know, but I want to spoil you. Maybe it’s my way of saying, I love you.”

  I cuddled into him and hung my head a little. “The problem is I can’t give you anything back.” He was the giver, and I was the taker in our relationship.

  “You’re just too young to understand that you give me more than I give you.” He held me closer.

  I believed that. I gave him a chance of a lifetime, a chance to live out his dreams of having a little girl, and him being a Daddy.

  What would he do with me when I was old?

  How long could he keep up this charade?

  He was already inside of me, making love to me before I was even awake the next morning. I woke up saying his name.

  “Daddy,” I whimpered and wrapped my arms around him.

  I was already so close. I let go of him having to hold onto the corners of my pillow for support. I was able to enjoy my building climax. He almost always woke me up this way.

  I was getting loud, whimpering in a pleasure so intense that I could hardly take it. I finally climaxed then. I felt the tears running down my face.

  He paused only for a moment before he continued on again. He was driving me mad with lust.

  Daddy was always quiet while we made love, but I couldn’t always do that. The noises just came out of me.

  I couldn’t help it.

  “Daddy!” I screamed when the next one hit, stronger than the one before it.

  He still wasn’t quitting. I had to wonder how much of this my heart and lungs could take.

  He came with me as I achieved my third orgasm.

  He lay down on top of me, also trying to catch his breath.

  We were both panting as our heart rates slowly became normal again. I lifted my hips every now and then, as I rode my orgasm back down, on the way to relaxation.

  He pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed.

  I heard him fumbling with something under the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.”

  I slowly crawled over to him. I sat behind him with my head rested on his shoulder. I still needed a moment to gather myself.

  “Come here.” He reached back to me with his arm. He pulled me to him. At first, I thought he wanted me to sit on his lap, but then he pulled me over his knees.

  I was confused. I didn’t understand what I’d done to deserve a spanking.

  I thought back to my surprise that I got to go outside, or had I said something else wrong?

  The first smack landed on my left cheek. It was followed by a second smack to my right cheek.

  I was already crying, but mostly from my confusion. He wasn’t hitting full force.

  The next smack landed over both of the other smacks. He repositioned me, raising my bottom up higher. I knew what that meant. He’d found a very painful spot low on my behind just where my thighs began.

  “No, please no.” My right hand flew back. He grabbed it and gave me two solid smacks, where it really really hurt. He kept on spanking me.

  I was crying uncontrollably by the time he stopped, which was a couple of minutes later.

  He pulled me onto his lap and held me until I’d settled down a bit.

  I sobbed into his chest once again not understanding the world I lived in.

  “This was a warning spanking. I want you to be on your best behavior today. Watch what you do and say, or this little spanking will be peanuts to what will await you this evening. I guarantee you that you won’t be able to sit for a week, if you don’t behave. Do you understand?” he questioned me.

  I nodded with my head still buried in his chest.

  “Look at me and say it.” His voice was so cold and strict. It was in contrast to his body, which was warm and soft, even though it was hard with muscles.

  I swallowed and looked at him. “I understand, Daddy.”

  “What do you understand?” He held my chin, so I couldn’t look away.

  Tears were running down my face. I was sniffling and shaking. “I understand that I have to be on my best behavior, so I won’t embarrass you in front of your friend and his little girl.” I looked him in the eyes and hoped the spanking was over.

  I’d be good. I couldn’t really understand why he was so worried.

  The contrast had been too much for me. First, he’d made love to me, so gently and carefully. He’d wanted me to enjoy him. But a second later he’d spanked me without cause.

  My head was spinning. I felt like I’d been left without hope.

  I didn’t have any control over when I got spanked, not even when I was good.

  Chapter 3 – Play Date In The Garden

  Brian held the chair out for his wife at lunchtime, watching her slowly sit, careful not to put too much pressure on her backside.

  It hadn’t been a severe spanking. It had been more of an attention getter. He didn’t want her to copy the behavior of the girl who would be visiting them this afternoon. He was more shocked than he’d admit at her behavior.

  Was her behavior normal in a relationship, like theirs? He didn’t want that.

  Brian sat down and peeked over at Amelia again. He had a bad feeling about this.

  What if she told Travis that she was being held prisoner here?

  Would he help her?

  Could Brian convince him not to, with words, if he tried to take Amelia? Would he fight for her physically?

  He picked up his napkin and laid it on his lap. With the tiniest of nods, he signaled that they were ready for their meal.

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amelia quickly pick up her napkin and copy him. She laid it on her lap and peeked up at him and smiled.

  Brian smiled back. She was trying so hard to be good. She had an innocence that needed protecting.

  There was a terrible world outside. But, here in this house and with him, she was safe. Life hadn’t been good to her up until now.

  It was his duty to see that never happened to her again.

  She looked over her shoulder and thanked the maid who laid her plate down. She was such a sweet child. He’d protect that.

  Brian had property all around the world. He’d take her away before he’d let her get away.

  He’d fight for her, tooth and nail.

  Nanny came in and sat down at her spot. She’d heard Amelia getting a spanking this morning. She looked at the girl sitting at her spot, waiting to begin eating. Amelia looked unsure, as always.

  Nanny picked up her fork and knife and began. Amelia immediately copied her.

  Now that everything was settled Nanny turned her attention to her boss.

  “Sir, I’m so glad that you’ve enrolled our Amelia at school. She’ll be meeting other little girls, also from the best of families.”

  Brian had been watching Amelia poke at her food. He hadn’t wanted to upset her. He just wanted to make a point. Hopefully, it would be effective.

  “The other little ladies are all well behaved. Just the type of children we want our Amelia playing with.”

  Brian finally looked over at Nanny.

  “My friend comes from a very respectable family. We went to Harvard together.” He didn’t like her talking down his friends. She was crossing a line.

  Nanny smiled at him. “Naturally, sir. I, too, feel that it’s important for our little girl to have friends as well as acquaintances.” It was clear that Nanny was putting the girl in the acquaintances column.

  Brian had to take a deep breath. N
anny was getting on his nerves, especially because he was worried that this would backfire too. He shouldn’t have invited his friend over. What had he been thinking?

  Brian looked down at his plate. He knew why he’d done it. He wanted to show Amelia off. Travis seemed to be a person who he could safely brag to.

  Brian looked at Amelia who was almost finished eating. She never complained about what they were having. She was so good for him.

  Could he really deserve her?

  He wished that she wanted this life too. Her life could be so good if she did. He’d reward her – if only.

  Why was he the way that he was?

  He saw beautiful successful women every day, but none of them made his heart pound like Amelia in one of her pretty dresses.

  ***

  I was standing in Daddy’s office in a simple summer dress. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and held in place with a matching ribbon.

  I was leaning against the wall and looking out of the window. I could see the servants getting things ready for our grill party. I saw servants that I’d never seen before.

  They even put up a volleyball net. Sports were also something that I wasn’t that good at. Hand eye coordination wasn’t my thing.

  Perhaps, if I’d had toys as a child, where I could have practiced those things – ?

  I didn’t want to let my mind wonder in that direction. It wouldn’t due to have me in tears before they even got here.

  But it was hard not to picture myself ducking in gym class as we played dodge ball. I had my arms wrapped over my head. I was always the first one out.

  Catching a ball is something you have to learn when you’re young.

  “Are they even married?” Nanny asked Daddy. She was sitting in a chair directly across from him.

  I looked over at them.

  Daddy looked like he wanted to give Nanny a warning spanking too.

  Mine had been very effective. I’d hardly said a word since.

  “No, they aren’t. That’s their business and not ours.” His tone clearly said that she should knock it off.

  Nanny sighed, loudly. She really didn’t approve.