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

by Rachel Burns

  Brian was unsure how to join in with their conversation. The only thing he could think to say would sound like he was giving medical advice.

  He wanted to be cool and fit into this group of men.

  Half an hour later, he had a feeling like he’d always been a part of their group. He enjoyed playing tennis with them. They were all nice to him.

  Oliver had asked him about what he could do to help his wife. He saw that the others really loved their wives too.

  Brian felt like he was at the right place.

  He fit in.

  ***

  On Wednesday, I had a play date at Kelly’s again. She begged her nanny to let us watch a movie. It was raining outside, and we couldn’t go out to play.

  After her nanny had given in and left, I asked her if she was really allowed outside to play.

  She told me she had to go out and play every day. There wasn’t much you could do outside all alone, she admitted.

  When our nannies were gone, she picked out a film and put it in her DVD player. She’d picked up a children’s movie, but there were two discs in there. She put in the one that had been hidden behind it.

  Kelly rigged everything up so that she could quickly change channels if our nannies came in. We watched a movie about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

  I’d never seen a movie like that before. I was so scared that I held on tight to Kelly, who laughed at me.

  I was glad when the movie was over, and we played normally again.

  Nanny was all smiles when she came to collect me to take me home. I was a little quiet. I didn’t want to admit to Nanny what I’d done. I’d be getting Kelly in trouble, too, if I tattled.

  Daddy was waiting at the table for us. He got up and held out my chair for me. I felt so guilty even though it hadn’t been my idea.

  Daddy had a lot of work to do that evening. He told me he didn’t want to be disturbed. I nodded that I understood.

  Nanny was worried that it had been too much for me lately.

  She put me to bed at seven.

  I was shaking so bad that I just couldn’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes I could see that bad sick man with blood on his hands.

  Why had I listened to Kelly? This whole play date thing wasn’t working out. The other girls were just too naughty. They’d just get me into trouble.

  I felt like there was a doll in the room. I wished Daddy had time for me just now.

  If he were next to me in bed, I wouldn’t be afraid.

  Was there a way of getting into his bed without admitting what I’d done?

  I could lie and say that I’d had a bad dream.

  I got up and went to Daddy’s door. He’d said not to bother him this evening, but I needed him. I raised my hand to the hard wood and knocked.

  “Yes, Amelia?” he called out.

  I opened the door and stood there wringing my hands.

  I must have looked guilty of something because Daddy raised an eyebrow.

  I’d never had to confess to anything before. “I wasn’t very good today.” I hung my head, and my hair fell forward.

  I’d seen that he was working on lots of business stuff. He had papers spread all over his bed. He really didn’t have time for any of this.

  I just hadn’t been able to look him in the eye and lie.

  “Come closer.” He sounded so tired. I was really getting on his nerves.

  I moved over very close to him. I still felt safer by him than apart.

  “What is weighing on your soul, sweetheart?”

  I looked him in the eye and confessed everything that had happened; how we’d been able to trick our nannies and what exactly I’d seen. I told him how scared I now was, and that I’d never seen a scary movie before. I promised that I never would again.

  He listened wide-eyed. I could tell he was disappointed in me. “Today of all days,” he sighed. “I really should whip you for that, but I do believe you that it was the other girl’s idea. You can thank your good track record, or this would be a lot worse. You do agree that you need a spanking?” He was moving his papers, piling them up.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I sobbed.

  He got up and laid his papers on the chest of drawers. He came back to bed and sat down and pulled out a little footstool he kept there so my bottom would be an easier target. “Lift up your pajamas.”

  I reached down to the hem on my left and right and lifted my pajamas up. I was covered in the front and in the back, but this way it was easier for him to lift it up higher as he bared my bottom.

  He motioned with his head that said I should get over his knees fast.

  I did. I knew I was in the wrong, and that he didn’t really have time to spare with disciplining me.

  He started in fast and hard, and I cried into the sheets. He was mad that I’d broken so many rules. His hand was raining well-deserved spanks down on me.

  “Do you understand now why you can’t just watch everything out there?” he asked me.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “How dare you lie to us and misbehave that way. I have to call her daddy in the morning and explain what happened. Can you imagine how embarrassing that’s going to be for me?”

  “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

  He continued to spank as I continued to cry, but somehow I felt safer in here with him, over his knees getting a sound spanking, than I had all alone in my room.

  The dreaded moment came, and he lifted his foot up on his footstool. He spanked me hard on my lower bottom and upper thighs.

  I cried until there was no more fight in me.

  He then held me for a bit and looked into my eyes. “I only want your best, you silly little girl. I’m trying to protect you from things that could scare you like that. You lost a lot of trust today. Oh, and we’re telling Nanny how you tricked her. So you can expect more of the same tomorrow from her. What do you have to say for yourself?”

  I reached up to his face and ran my fingers over the worry lines on his face. “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for taking the time to spank me.”

  He pulled me close and held me tightly. “I love you too, sweetheart, so very much.”

  He tucked me into bed, his bed, next to him, and I fell right to sleep thankful that he’d been so kind to me.

  The next morning Daddy passed me off to Nanny bright and early. He told her what Kelly and I had pulled yesterday, and then kissed me on my forehead before he left.

  Nanny looked at me like she was seeing red. I looked at the clock and saw that we were an hour ahead of schedule. She could take her time, and she would.

  “How did your Daddy find out about what you did?”

  “I um – I told him,” I admitted.

  “Why did you tell him and not me? And after he extra asked not to be disturbed.” She had her hands on her hips. “You were with me all afternoon and evening. Why didn’t you confess to me?”

  I already had tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Nanny. It really wasn’t my idea, and I didn’t want to get Kelly into trouble. I didn’t want her to think that I was a baby, but I am. I couldn’t sleep because I was so scared the Mr. Hyde would come get me. So I went to Daddy and told him the truth.”

  I was bawling in the meantime. “I’m sorry, Nanny, I didn’t want you to feel that I was tricking you. I just wanted Kelly to like me.”

  Nanny wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug and said ‘there there.’

  When I’d finally finished crying, she bent down to look in my eyes, even though we were about the same height. “I believe you that you’re very sorry, Amelia, Still, I need you to understand that you can never play Nanny for a fool again. What the two of you did was terribly wrong and deceitful.”

  I nodded agreeing with her.

  “Prepare this room for your spanking.”

  I nodded again. I got my chair out for her and positioned it the way she liked it. I then got my wooden paddle out. I held it in my hands and close to my body. My hands were wringing as I held onto it. It turned in my
hands.

  Nanny said thank you and sat down.

  I moved to her side without being told.

  “Come over my lap, Amelia.” She sounded so kind as she said this. I felt a seed of hope, growing in my heart. It told me that I might get lucky, and she might not paddle me too hard.

  I knelt down and then moved carefully over her lap.

  She pulled up my nightgown, and my bottom was bare. “May I please have the paddle, Amelia?”

  I balanced on the fingertips of my left hand as I reached back with my right to give her my paddle.

  She took it, thanking me.

  My hand went back to the floor. My head was already feeling so warm, because of the blood rushing forward. I tried not to think about the fact that Nanny could see the spanking I’d received from Daddy last night.

  “The reason this spanking is needed has already been discussed. Let’s get it over with.” That said Nanny brought the paddle down on me, causing me to scream out. She wasn’t going to go easy on me. She paddled on, and I cried.

  I started right in telling her how sorry I was, and that I’d never watch another movie like that one again, ever, as long as I lived.

  I was holding onto the chair now for support, but she was hitting so hard that I just couldn’t keep my hand down. It went up to protect my bottom.

  She whacked at my fingers then.

  I howled in pain again and pulled my hand away and held it in my other hand. My fingers felt like they were all broken. I felt so defeated. I quietly sobbed over her lap. There was no fight left in me.

  She pulled me on to her lap and held me tightly. She told me that I was a very loved little girl who had hopefully just learned that the influence of her friends may never be greater than the influence from Daddy or her.

  I quietly nodded and did everything else that she told me. I held my hand and said nothing unless it was really clear that she wanted me to say something.

  She gave me a warm bath and dressed me for school.

  I only whimpered a little when it was time for me to sit down on my chair so she could brush my hair. She tied a pretty navy blue ribbon in my hair that I felt I didn’t deserve.

  I thanked her quietly when she was finished.

  She brought me down to breakfast where I remained very quiet and didn’t eat very much.

  “Amelia, please eat a little something. Do it for Nanny.”

  I nodded again and tried to pick up my fork as best as I could. I forced my fingers to wrap around it like it should. I ate a couple more bites, but then it was time to go.

  In the limousine, she continued to lecture me about everything being forgiven after a spanking. I only nodded and agreed with her.

  Once we were at school, she wished me a good day.

  I nodded and went in. I went straight to my classroom. I eyed my seat and carefully sat down. I got my homework out with my left hand and prepared my desk for the day.

  I got my teddy bear out from under my desk and laid it on my lap. I wanted my Daddy so much just then, but I knew he was having important meeting today.

  Besides, he wasn’t a doctor today, but a businessman. I’d already caused so many problems in the last twenty-four hours.

  I tried to lay my fingers out straight against the desktop, but it hurt too much. They were already swollen and pink.

  I didn’t want to be brave. I wanted to cry and have Daddy make everything all better.

  Rosalyn came in and tried to meet my eye, but I wouldn’t let her.

  I was already fighting so hard to remain composed. A sympathetic look from her would have made me burst into tears.

  The teacher started class, and I fought to pay attention.

  I didn’t raise my hand at all today. That got the teacher’s attention. She had me stand up and made me answer all sorts of questions from all the areas that we were learning.

  I was able to answer them all, and then I got to sit back down. I sucked up a lot of air into my lungs as I did that.

  I felt Rose’s hand on my shoulder.

  The teacher left me alone after that. I went back to trying to straighten out my fingers.

  They wouldn’t straighten out anymore. No matter what I tried.

  Rose poked me with a pencil, and I looked up at the teacher who was standing beside my desk.

  She looked mad at me, too. Everyone was.

  She was waiting for something. She had probably asked a question and stood there now waiting for my answer.

  I couldn’t answer at all. I just stared up at her.

  “Amelia, step forward. I’m afraid I have to whip you.”

  I choked back my tears. I dutifully got up and stood in front of her desk.

  “Bend over and lift up your skirt.”

  I heard the others making noises as they saw my already redden backside. Some felt bad for me and others were giggling.

  I laid my left hand on the teacher’s desk, and the right one I lay down upside down so that the back of my hand took my weight and not my fingers.

  I tried to concentrate on my breathing. This was my first public whipping. I was so embarrassed. Daddy had even said that if I got whipped at school, he’d finish the job up proper at home.

  The teacher brought the whip down on my already sore bottom.

  I just tried to think about the number I had to go. Nine, eight, seven, six. I had to shift my weight around and concentrate all the more on my breathing.

  Five, I was sobbing. Everyone could hear it.

  Four, I thought about how much I wanted to die.

  Three, the pain was unbearable.

  Just two more. Just one, and then it would be over.

  The teacher wanted to make the last one count. I leaned in over her desk. My knees had given in with the last one.

  “Stand up and return to your desk.”

  It was so hard to push my weight up with just the one hand, but I managed it. I turned to my desk without looking at any of the other girls. I knew they could see my tears now. I heard them snickering at me, glad that I’d been punished.

  I closed my eyes tightly shut as I stood looking at the hard wood seat. I opened my eyes and sat down.

  Rose’s hand was on my shoulder again.

  I still couldn’t pay attention in class, but I left my eyes on the teacher and didn’t play with my hand.

  Luckily, I didn’t get called on again.

  The bell rang for lunch. I got up and went straight to the bathroom. I washed my face with my left hand and let the cold water run over my right hand.

  Rose was leaning against the wall next to me, like a bodyguard. A few girls from my class, who I was sure had laughed, took one look at her and left without saying anything.

  I turned to go to the bathroom in one of the fancy stalls they had here.

  Rose was still waiting when I came out. She linked her arm in mine after I’d washed my hands and cooled my right hand for a while.

  We were the last ones in line. Rose kept her hold on me. “If you fall down, they’ll never let you outlive that.”

  I had great difficulties carrying my tray to my spot. I set my things down, and one of the servants took the tray away. We ate in dead silence at the table.

  I hardly ate.

  As soon as they were all finished, we went outside. I didn’t say anything. I sat down on a bench, sitting because I couldn’t stand anymore. The girls from my group circled around me so no one could see me.

  “Show me your hand,” Rose demanded.

  I did, and all the girls looked.

  “How did that happen?” she asked.

  “I got a paddling from Nanny this morning, and my hand moved back,” I whispered to them.

  “We have to tell someone. They look broken,” Brooke said, motioning with her chin to my fingers.

  “We can’t. My Daddy has something very important to do today. He can’t be disturbed. I’ll tell him this evening when he gets home. That’s if he believes me. He said if I got whipped at school, he’d whip
me too.”

  I was crying again. “That would be the fourth time in twenty-four hours,” I told them.

  Chapter 4 – Making It Better

  Brian had to grin to himself every time he thought about Amelia. She’d come to him. She could have easily had knocked on Nanny’s door, but she went to him, looking for help when she was scared.

  They’d come a long way. When she’d had her bladder infection, she’d asked for her nanny, but this time she’d been scared and sought him out even though she’d been told not to.

  He reasoned that could only mean that she’d needed him.

  His wife needed him and went to him. That was really what a marriage was all about. Most important was that he’d dropped everything to listen to her and to take care of her problems.

  This also proved that his methods were right. She knew she needed a spanking and had even asked for one.

  He hadn’t disappointed her. He never would. She was his little angel.

  Her first words after the spanking had been ‘I love you, Daddy.’ That meant the world to him. Things were great between them.

  The phone call this morning had been very embarrassing. But that was part of the job of being a daddy.

  They other little girl would be in for some serious punishment this afternoon when she got home from school. Her daddy had apologized over and over again that Amelia had been so upset.

  Brian was glad when the call was over. He felt sorry for Kelly, but she never should have pulled what she had. Because of her, he had to spank Amelia and Nanny would probably really give it to her.

  Poor Amelia, he thought, but she needed to learn that tricking Daddy and Nanny wasn’t possible.

  ***

  When the bell rang, we went in quietly. I paid attention as best as I could, and the teacher smiled at me when I answered her questions.

  Because I’d been punished, I wasn’t allowed to go to art class. Instead, I had to sit quietly at my desk and think about what I’d done. After school, all the girls that had to be punished got letters for their Daddies.

  I got mine last.