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

by Rachel Burns

  “Are you positive that you don’t want a break. I really recommend it.” He was giving me his advice as a doctor.

  “Over with,” I repeated. I figured that I’d pass out and thus get out of a lot of that punishment. Well, I was hoping.

  “How many did you get at school?” he asked.

  “None.”

  “Is that the truth?”

  I nodded.

  “Amelia, I will be asking. I won’t punish you for lying. Just tell me the truth now. How many did you get at school?”

  “None, honestly.”

  “Good, then I’ll give you ten for getting into trouble at school, and another ten for not showing me the letter.” He pushed my hair to the side.

  I heard him move around. I snuggled into my blankets.

  He brought the whip down on my back.

  That woke me right up. My bottom tucked in, and my shoulders arched back. My hands pushed into the mattress and my arms straightened out.

  “Amelia, if you can stand, we could gladly do this in standing.”

  I sobbed and grabbed onto my pillow. I was bear hugging it so tightly that the muscles in my arms were hurting.

  He worked his way up and down my back, thankfully never hitting the same place twice.

  I managed to stay awake for the whole thing, but that whip of his could have woken the dead.

  I was rocking myself a little as I still held tightly to the pillow.

  “It’s over, Amelia. I know I ask you this every time, but please be good sweetheart. Never do it again. Promise Daddy.”

  “I promise,” I answered him sounding like a drunkard.

  “Sleep, honey. Dream something nice.” He pulled my curtains closed and left after giving me a kiss. I was probably out of it before he left the room.

  Nanny was there, sitting in my window seat when I woke up. The sun was shining so brightly outside. It was like an afternoon sun. Had I only slept for a few minutes, or for a whole day?

  “Nanny?” I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t dreaming either.

  “Finally, he’ll be home soon. He told me about the show you put on for him yesterday. I hope for your sake that you’ve learned your lesson.”

  I opened my mouth to plead my case, but then I closed it proving that I’d learned the lesson that he wanted me to learn.

  “Let’s get you up then.”

  The door opened, and Daddy came in. “I’ll take over here, Nanny. You can have the night off.”

  “Thank you, Sir. She just woke up a couple of minutes ago. She hasn’t had a chance to drink any water or eat anything.” Nanny didn’t want me to get into any more trouble.

  She went into her room and locked the door. I knew that no amount of screaming would bring her back in through that door.

  Daddy came and sat down next to me. “Amelia, I think we need to talk about something.”

  I sniffled again and felt my lower lip pucker out to form a turkey lip.

  “Sometimes little girls do something wrong, but they don’t know that they did something wrong. There are so many rules that you still have to learn. Daddy and Nanny are here to help you, but when we try to teach you, you have to behave and let us. The pouting you did yesterday just couldn’t be tolerated. I’ve noticed that a major catastrophe occurs each month before you get your period.”

  I grabbed the blanket and covered up my head.

  I could hear Daddy chuckling at me. “Amelia, come out Daddy wants to talk to you.” He said it in a playful way so I felt safe to just shake my head.

  He pulled the blanket away and gave me a beautiful smile.

  “Please don’t talk about that. Normal people don’t.” I was about to duck back under the blanket when he grabbed it and held it tight.

  “Daddy isn’t normal?” He looked hurt.

  I smiled at him. “Really Daddy, only doctors do that, but you don’t have to at home.” I smiled sweetly at him, hoping that he understood me now.

  I got lucky, and he laughed. “Nevertheless, I’ve noticed this the past few months. Now what I want to do is nip it in the bud. I was thinking I could give you a lighter spanking, just like the warning spankings you already know about, before you get any silly notions.”

  “But, but – ” My eyes filled with tears. “That’s not fair.”

  “Sweetheart, I don’t like giving you spankings like I had to yesterday, but you just wouldn’t stop. It was so unlike you. When you even started humming, I didn’t recognize you anymore.”

  I was sobbing terribly by then. Nanny probably thought that I’d gotten smart with him again and was getting another round. “Give me another month to prove that I don’t need one. I’ll show you. I can be good no matter what, even if I get provoked.”

  “That’s just it. You’ve already proved twice that others have an especially great influence on you at that time of month, two months in a roll, the movie last month and now this. I want to see if I can influence you before others get to you first.”

  “When you say things like that, I think you don’t like me very much.” I was so dejected. I didn’t want to live in fear, knowing that I was due a spanking, and that I hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

  I laid my forehead on his shoulder so he couldn’t see my face.

  “You know that I love you very much, and that I like you, too, but my mind is set on this.” I could feel his hand petting my hair.

  “Please reconsider, Daddy. Give me the chance to prove myself.”

  “My decision stands. I can’t be giving you such severe spankings like yesterday if they could be avoided. And we’re expecting company for Christmas, and I won’t let you embarrass yourself or me,” he said firmly.

  I cried like a baby.

  “Amelia, this is really a quite normal happening. You know about the nurse that works for me, well my brother and sister-in-law also have the same system set up. It works for them. It will work for us, too.”

  “I don’t want to. I don’t like the idea that I’m assumed guilty and bad.” I sniffled loudly. I needed a tissue.

  “Hey.” He took hold of my face, making me look into his eyes, which were soft and kind looking. “That isn’t how I see you at all. I think you’re a very beautiful woman who needs to be guided by her husband, even if that means going over Daddy’s knee. You don’t have to fear the spankings. They’d be gentle reminders to be good and nothing like the spanking from yesterday. I’d hold your hand and be there to help you through it.” He sounded so sincere and nice.

  “I’m so sorry. Please, please reconsider. Spankings scare me so much.”

  He chuckled again. “They didn’t scare you yesterday.”

  “That’s not true. I just didn’t feel that I deserved it. Well, maybe because I forgot about the note but singing is just plain – nice.”

  “Yes, but there are times and places and that wasn’t the time or the place for a song like that one. I called school and had a nice long talk with the headmistress this morning. They saw the whole fight from the window. They heard it, too. You’d even backed down when your little friend encouraged you to show the other girl how it was done.

  “Amelia, you’re even in conflict with yourself. You can’t be happy that way.” He lifted my chin and gave me a goofy smile. “They told me that you didn’t get a whipping because you were very polite and respectful to them unlike the other girl who did get one. But you have to be respectful at home, too. You and I have an appointment on the 15th of December, and you will go over my knee.”

  I broke down and cried again. He wrapped an arm around me and held me while I cried myself out.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “If it was really a fight, then I won.”

  He was shaking with laughter. “Yes, they told me.”

  Chapter 6 – Thanksgiving

  Brian had given the servants their last minute instructions. He was hosting a dinner for some very important people. Everything had to be perfect.

  Nanny
had been right to insist that his Amelia attend the school. She was making the right kind of friends and so was he.

  Among his friends were men who worked for the CIA, FBI, NSA, as well as judges, like Kelly’s daddy, lawyers like Rose’s and other very important business men.

  Men, like him, who needed to be the boss in their relationships: men, who had so much pressure at work, that they needed an innocent wife at home, and friends who accepted this side of their personalities.

  It was a shame that Kelly and her daddy couldn’t make it today. She still wasn’t attending school. Her daddy had punished her very severely for what she’d pulled.

  Unfortunately, he’d gone too far. Brian had been called in to help her. Her arm had gotten broken. He couldn’t bring her to the hospital. She had several bruises. They didn’t understand about things like that.

  The whole story would have ended up in the newspapers if he had. He’d have lost his job, and their reputation would have suffered. She might have gotten away from him.

  Brian understood the fear that had been in his friend’s eyes that evening. Hadn’t Brian also made mistakes with Amelia?

  Who was he to judge?

  He’d just helped without pretending to be better than them. He fixed her broken arm, thinking that the girl’s escapade had caused a few broken bones.

  Once Kelly’s was all healed, she’d be returning to school. Brian worried a little that Kelly would take her anger out on Amelia, because she’d tattled.

  He couldn’t worry about that now. He had important people coming over. Brooke’s daddy was a senator, and Brian knew enough about business to know that it was always best to have friends in that direction.

  The odd thing was that he was doing just what his parents had wanted from him. They’d wanted him to get married and throw dinner parties with such important and influential people.

  The fact that he hadn’t been married or dating was continuously a reason for them to argue. They wanted him to expand the family business.

  They hadn’t approved of him becoming a doctor, stating that they felt it was a waste of time. More money could be made in the stock market, real estate and other investments.

  When his brother Martin had come home with a waitress, they’d been fit to be tied. Martin had moved to Texas to get away from them and their demands.

  Martin had stood by his wife, which Brian admired, but it had left Brian as their sole target.

  When the news came that they’d died in plane crash, his first reaction was a sigh of relief. That was something that he’d feel guilty about for the rest of his life, but it had been his true feelings.

  He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. Did his parents know that he’d done that? Would they be mad about something like that, or would they have felt grief for not being better parents for him?

  Brian wished that he could have children with Amelia. He wanted to prove that he could do it better than they had. He wanted to show himself that just because he was rich that it didn’t mean that a person had to think about business first and about their child last.

  Brian felt that he was proving that with Amelia. He was always there for her and encouraging her. He disciplined her when needed, but he didn’t hurt her soul and make her feel bad for being who she was.

  That didn’t matter now. Guests were coming. Today was going to be perfect.

  He went into the living room and saw Amelia, standing by the lighted fireplace. She looked so sad that he feared that she’d ask him for a divorce.

  He scolded himself. She was happy with him. She told him so frequently. He needed to stop being so paranoid.

  “Hey, Amelia,” Brian wrapped his arm around her, holding her back tightly to his chest. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m fine now, Daddy.” She leaned back into him, enjoying his warmth.

  He kissed the top of her head. She sometimes got like this. It usually happened when she remembered something that had happened with her father. His rejection of her was more than she could bear.

  Brian longed to help her forget the past. If he knew of a drug that could make her forget her father, he’d have given it to her. But their time together was too precious for either to forget.

  Normally, a hug was the best cure for this. He’d make her feel better about herself.

  This was a big part of the responsibility he had towards her. He had to help her build up self-esteem.

  A difficult task, considering that she wasn’t like others who started to worry about how they fit into the world at adolescence. She hadn’t had good years that a normal child had. There was no basic foundation to work with.

  He had to build it up brick for brick.

  Brian held Amelia until the bell rang. She took off running then, leaving him behind to greet her friend. Nanny looked ready to scold her, but Brian shook his head. He was grinning as he went to greet the senator and his wife.

  The only thought going through his head as he watched his wife hugging her friend was that she was making progress, by leaps and bounds.

  Brian felt that he was doing everything right.

  ***

  A week later, it was thanksgiving. Daddy was home from work, and the whole house smelt wonderful. I’d always celebrated at school. It was a day of stuffing yourself, and then we girls would run around the school.

  If we had snow already, then the other girls would go out and play. I watched them throw snowballs and laugh at each other. Some even made snowmen.

  Tears sprang to my eyes as I thought about that. I’d so wanted to join them. I wasn’t invited, and if I had been, then I wouldn’t have been allowed out without the proper attire. A warm jacket would have sprung my budget.

  The nuns always shook their heads as I left for Christmas vacation. I’d had to walk to the train station and buy my ticket in a light jacket.

  Why had they never offered me a ride?

  He couldn’t have forbidden it, could he?

  I figured that I just didn’t matter as much as the other girls did.

  “Hey, Amelia,” Daddy laid his arm around me “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m fine now, Daddy.” I leaned into his warmth. He was taking care of me even if he didn’t let me out either. Truth be told, I had nowhere else to go. This was the only place where the doors were open to me.

  He kissed the top of my head. I felt so loved and safe in his arms.

  We’d invited guests to join us for thanksgiving, three of my best friends; Brooke and her daddy, Melanie and hers and of course Rose and her Daddy. It had been very considerate of him.

  Daddy said he usually celebrated with his uncle or with his brother and his wife, but this year, they couldn’t make it so Daddy had invited my friends so he could get to know them, too.

  He’d be more interested in their daddies. He really liked spending his time with other daddies, but as far as I knew they never talked about us. I guessed he didn’t have to worry about letting anything slip with them.

  We were in the living room waiting for the guests. I always got to be in the rooms that were going to use before company came, that way I looked familiar with them, even though I wasn’t.

  The fireplace was going and it was raining outside. We’d be staying inside today.

  The doorbell rang, and I jumped, pushing away from Daddy’s chest. “Daddy, they’re here.” I pulled him up to his feet. The butler had the door open, and he was taking Brooke’s coat from her. I hurried to her and gave her a hug.

  Brooke had brown wavy hair that was beautiful in its unruly way. She had green eyes and the palest skin with freckles over the bridge of her nose.

  Brooke smiled as she hugged me back. She’d never been here before. I hope that she’d like her visit here and want to come back.

  “Happy Thanksgiving,” I chirped at her.

  Then I stepped back and greeted her daddy nicely.

  Mine already had his eyebrow raised. His eyes said that I was being too wild.

  Daddy ushered u
s into the living room everyone settled into the sofa.

  A maid popped up, asking if she could bring us anything.

  Daddy ordered drinks for us, something with alcohol in it for them and hot chocolate for us.

  We sat on the sofa and talked. Brooke was a talker so she gave me a run down on everything that had happened to her that day. We mostly talked about clothes. She liked my new outfit.

  I was wearing my standard but with long sleeves and a green velvet dress over that. It tied in the back with a bow.

  I’d twirled around in it when I thought I was alone, but once I stopped, I saw daddy leaning against the doorframe. He was chuckling at me. I’d made him happy.

  The doorbell rang again. Brooke and I both raced to the door.

  It was Melanie. She was the red head of our group. She had pale blue eyes, but her skin wasn’t pale like one would expect from a red head.

  Melanie was thin, really thin, but she ate like a pig. She was also very flat. Her face said woman, but her body said little girl.

  She was smiling as we hugged her too. I helped her with her coat, and then I gave it to our butler.

  Her nanny had come along, too. She was eyeing us. We were acting a little silly.

  We hadn’t left the hall when Rose and her daddy arrived at our doorstep.

  Rose was of course very cool. Her daddy gave each of us girls a piece of candy that he kept in his jacket pocket. He must constantly have some in there, because I’d never seen him without a pocket full.

  When he was home, he always visited Rose and I while we painted. Her he praised. Me he gave a piece of candy to. Politely not commenting about my painting.

  Rose had scolded him for doing that, but he’d scolded her right back saying that he enjoyed when children smiled their thanks at him. He complained that she was too big for that now. They were so well matched.

  I knew that Rose was allowed to come and go as she pleased. She’d told me so with her nanny present. She also told me that he was the reason that she went to school. Rose understood that he needed friends who were like him. She did it just for him. That was true love.