by Rachel Burns
My nanny shooed us all into the living room. After everyone had gotten hot chocolate, we played a game, which had us all laughing even Rose.
Maids brought in appetizers and we played nicely.
The men stood around the fireplace drinking something warm, too. They were getting along just as well as we were. They laughed often.
“No cheating, Rose,” her daddy called over to her.
“It isn’t that kind of game.” She gave him one of those, if looks could kill looks. He smiled and turned back to the others.
All the daddies came by to look over our shoulders every now and then. We were really into our game. We had to give fast and silly answers without saying a few code words.
When the butler announced that it was time to eat, we went into the dining room. The table had been decorated so beautifully.
I was so proud to show my friends my home.
There were cards on the table so everyone would know where to sit.
Our staff was standing there ready to push in chairs for all of us young ladies.
Once everyone was seated, Daddy announced that he wanted to say a prayer. Everyone bowed their heads as he stood and thanked the Lord for bringing us all together healthy and in good spirits today. He thanked God for the best year of his life because he’d gotten married to me and met so many nice new people.
We all said ‘amen’ when he finished and sat down.
The moment he did all of us girls got a plate set down in front of us. They had silver covering that the servants lifted away as they step back. In perfect precision, they then placed plates in front of the men and did the same thing.
My friends were all smiling impressed. I’d bet they thought that we did this every day. The truth was that this was the first time I’d seen something like that. I was just as impressed.
The meal went on for hours. There were lots of laughing and lots of we should do this again next year. They fought over who would host it. Brooke wanted to show off their penthouse apartment. Her daddy was nodding. It was settled. I loved the idea of being with my friends every year. It would make a nice tradition.
I said that aloud, and Daddy reached over and stroked my cheek, lovingly.
Rose’s daddy looked at her, smiling kindly. “I agree, this is a great idea. Some of us can’t celebrate with our families.” His look was like an apology.
She’d told me that when they married that his children has disowned him, wanting nothing to do with him anymore because he’d married a woman who was younger than his youngest daughter. They’d been friends. That was how they’d met. He’d given her a piece of candy, and he’d been nice to her. That was a year after his first wife’s funeral.
They hadn’t done anything wrong, but his children didn’t see it that way. They thought that she was a gold digger. She’d quit college to be his little girl. She loved him enough to do that. I hope that they’d never be made to regret their actions.
After dessert, we were allowed to go to my room. I showed them my room. Brooke went right to my closet to look over my clothes. She approved of my things and loved the many German dresses. Rose sat at my desk talking but working on some of my learning toys. Melanie lay down on my bed and cuddled with my stuffed animals.
It felt like they’d been here many times before. This wasn’t like with Cindy. They accepted me the way I was. I was just one of the girls.
Just like at school we talked about some of the other girls that we didn’t like. So and so wouldn’t have known which fork to use and would have been surprised at my big beautiful house. We giggled and no one said anything about me being cornered in, like I’d worried.
I knew that Brooke and Melanie’s nannies punished them overly much. Nanny would never do that to me. I felt that I was better off than them.
I also didn’t have problems with Daddy’s family, like Rose did with her husband’s family. I liked Daddy’s brother and sister-in-law. We had gotten along well on my wedding day. I had a feeling that I had my whole life figured out.
There were no uncertainties ahead of me. Just my daddy and me.
I had a lot to be thankful for.
Our company stayed until midnight. Everyone was glad that they could sleep in tomorrow. The men asked Daddy how much sleep little girls needed. When he answered nine to ten hours, all the daddies looked at their little girls and gave them a knowing nod.
The others all respected Daddy’s knowledge about medical things.
Daddy had once confessed to me that he wished that we lived in a small town where everyone called him Doc.
That is everyone but me. He told me that his heart melted when I called him daddy. It made him feel just right. Then he went on to say that he was starting to take it for granted. He was becoming spoiled.
I teased him, saying that I’d never call him Daddy again on Thursdays. He’d raised an eyebrow at that. Then he rolled me on my back and kissed me, telling me that he knew a sure fire way of getting me to say Daddy. He proved his point by entering me in one swift thrust.
The word ‘Daddy’ escaped my lips. I’d covered my mouth, like I was trying to shove the word back in.
His eyes had twinkled with triumph.
He’d gotten me to say it about ten more times before he finished with me. The last couple of times I’d said it very clearly. So clearly that I feared that someone might have heard me out in the hall. I turned red remembering that.
When the last couple left, I turned to Daddy, took hold of his arm and rose up on my tippy toes so I could whisper into his ear without Nanny overhearing me.
“Is it still Thursday?”
Daddy spun around and looked at Nanny. “That will be all for this evening, Nanny. Please, feel free to sleep in tomorrow morning. I’ll take care of all of Amelia’s needs this weekend.”
I was grinning like a cat with a canary its mouth.
Nanny tried to hide that she knew exactly what he meant, but I saw it in her eyes. She thought that we were cute and a little funny. “Of course, sir. Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend.”
“You too, Nanny.” He took hold of my hand and wrapped my arm around his.
The soft fabric of his suit was exciting me. Only I got to be this close to him. I felt so lucky to have the best looking and youngest daddy, of them all. I heard that all the time at school from the ones who hadn’t gone to summer school.
They’d say that they’d needed to see him in his practice and commented on how great looking he was. They told me that I was lucky, but I already knew that.
Once we were in our bedroom, Daddy locked the door.
“I hope you don’t have a tummy ache from all of that food.” He raised an eyebrow, turning his statement into a question.
“I feel just fine, Daddy.” I was still smiling up at him. I knew what would happen next. He’d carefully undress me, and then we’d make passionate love. He’d treat me like a woman the second my clothes were gone.
I wanted that, and I needed that. I had a strong desire to be with him. When we were together, I needed to be even closer to him.
“Very good. I’m glad you know your limits.” His fingers were opening up my dress in the back. “Very glad,” he said, before his lips descended to my neck, kissing and sucking on my earlobe.
His hands had moved around to my front and clasped onto my breasts. I could feel his hardened penis pushing into my bottom. He was moving his pelvis towards me in mini thrusts. I could feel myself getting wet for him.
“This is the good thing about being the host. The others are on their way home, and we’re already in our bedroom making love.”
I leaned back into his chest, lifting my arms in the air and over behind my head so I could take hold of his head. My breasts rose, giving him more to play with.
He groaned accepting my offer.
His fingers moved to my buttons, opening them swiftly. Once he had my blouse open, his strong hands moved up to my neck. He kissed me for a short moment before his fingers reached
into my bra, grasping my breasts tightly.
I moaned wanting more from him, so much more.
He didn’t disappoint me. His hands squeezed my breasts as he walked me over to the bed, never letting go.
“I love you, Amelia.”
“I love you so much, Daddy. More than I could ever tell you.” I turned around so I was facing him. He looked somehow surprised. “Don’t you believe me, Daddy?”
“Yes, I do. I was just asking myself what I did to deserve you.”
“Would you have rather married someone else?” Please don’t say, yes, I repeated in my head.
“No,” he said very sharply. “Daddy, got the best little girl. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. I was thinking that you deserved someone better.”
“Better than you? But you’re even a doctor?”
He hugged me tightly. “I love you so much. Promise me that you’ll never leave Daddy.”
“I’m going to stay with you until I’m old and gray, right?” I was so worried what would happen when I didn’t look like a little girl anymore.
“You can count on me. I’ll always be there for you. You and me are going to be together forever. Daddy promises.”
I sighed relieved. I hoped he meant it. I threw myself at his chest and wrapped my arms around him.
I felt his hand on my head, petting over my hair, while I pictured us slow and old, me with graying hair and Daddy with a hearing aid, leaning in towards me to here what I had to say. It was easy to picture. I wanted this to work out.
I tilted my head back and kissed his chin. I felt a puff of air on my face. He always did that when he laughed at me.
“Do you need Daddy inside of you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He shed out of his clothes before he helped me out of the last of mine. He lifted me up in his arms, but instead of laying me on the bed he held me in his arms, kissing my neck.
Daddy turned us to the wall behind him, the wall that our bedrooms shared. He pressed me up against it and thrust into me. His hands were holding me up by my bottom.
I leaned into the wall behind and moaned out loudly. This was so new and so exciting. I felt sexy, attractive and desirable. This was little me, making one of the most powerful men in the country hard. He wanted me and no one else.
He was thrusting hard and holding me so tightly. I felt utterly taken, and I loved it. I was all his.
Daddy was grunting as he slammed his body into mine. He thrust again and again.
I was yelping with each powerful thrust. My hands were moving all over. They’d grab onto him and then flip high over my head to the wall behind me.
“More Daddy, I need more. Please don’t stop.” The feeling of him moving in and out of me was fantastic. It was so good, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I seemed to forget how absolutely unparalleled this was. I never wanted him to stop.
I could feel his testicles slapping against me with each thrust. That felt so incredibly good that I had to gasp with each slap.
I felt like a wild animal. My hands moved to his arms, slapping down on him with a loud smack. I ran my hands up and down his arms, grasping him tightly when I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore.
“Daddy, make it better,” I screamed with my head thrown back.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Nice deep breaths.” His eyes looked to sharp and awake. I just couldn’t get mine to focus on anything other than his eyes.
I took a deep breath, and then another and another. That only increased my need for him. I had to ask myself if I was one of those women who were addicted to sex.
All I knew was that I needed him.
“Harder, faster,” I demanded. “Daddy, please.”
Daddy really did thrust harder and faster until he broke out laughing.
Tears formed in my eyes. I’d done something wrong. I felt ashamed of myself, but still, I had that need. The one that he thought was funny.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I can do it better. Just be patient with me.” He moved back and thrust back into me so forcibly that I gasped loudly again. Slowly he repeated his thrusts as he stared in my eyes.
“Please, Daddy, faster.”
“No, this is better. Relax and breathe, just like Daddy told you to.”
He wasn’t mad at me, but I felt that I was disappointing him. I needed to relax so I could climax. He wanted to, and I needed to.
My hands slapped down on his arms again. I screamed a scream that was more a grunt of power. My hips started to move of their own accord. I rocked against him, meeting his thrusts. I needed this orgasm more than I’d ever needed anything in all of my life. I loved him and needed him so much.
I felt a warm feeling in my chest. I was so close. The sound of our bodies crashing into each other was so erotic. That too was lifting me higher.
“Daddy,” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Daddy!”
He held me tight as my knees came up, and my heels pressed into his backside. My fingers curled in, digging deep into the skin on his arms.
My toes curled in as I had the largest orgasm of my life.
Daddy held me, saying nothing, taking the pain that my enjoyment brought him.
Once I was able to stop shaking and catch my breath, he started thrusting again. He was pushing me into the wall and breathing quickly. Then his head moved back, and I could feel him squirting me full. He held me pressed between him and the wall for a moment while his penis slowly relaxed.
He carried me over to bed and laid me down. His penis slipped out of me as he did that. I reached for him, not wanting to lose our closeness.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here, right next to you.” He lifted the covers and covered us up. He pulled me close to him so my head was resting on his chest. His hand stayed on the back of my head. I yawned and stretched a little before I really snuggled into place for a good night’s sleep.
“We tried something new, didn’t we?”
I made a noise of agreement, too tired to really talk.
“We aren’t an old boring married couple yet.”
I had to giggle because he sounded so proud of himself.
He squeezed me tightly and kissed the top of my head before we fell asleep.
My life with him was so good.
Chapter 7 – Maintaining The Peace
Brian felt Amelia getting more and more nervous. He was in inner turmoil, wondering if his decision was really the best for her.
He’d already made so many mistakes with her already. Brian didn’t want to make any more.
The idea had felt so right a few weeks ago. He’d had to give a far worse spanking than he’d intended or ever thought that he’d ever have to give her. That couldn’t happen again. This was the right decision. And no matter what she said or did, he was going to go through with it.
This was for her own good.
Sometimes a father had to do things that he didn’t care to do, but if his child could profit from him, then he had to put her needs ahead of his.
No matter how big her blue eyes got when he stared into them. She was trying to use her womanly wiles on him. It was working too. He really just wanted to hug her and sleep with her and take her problems all away from her.
But, if something were to happen afterwards, he’d forever be mad at himself for not going through with it. His Amelia needed a strong man at her side. One she could count on to take care of all of her needs.
Besides, this was completely normal. Children will test boundaries. And it was up to the adults to show them where the boundaries are. She needs to feel resistance when she pushes, or she won’t feel safe with him, he told himself.
He’d given her warning spankings before. This wasn’t any different.
But it was, a little voice in the back of his head told him. The difference was love. Brian loved her now. He loved her personally, and not the idea of a little girl sharing his life with him, but his precious Amelia. His love was just for her, and she couldn’t be replaced.
Just she fit the empty spot in his heart.
His hand moved to his heart as he thought about her. She was making his life so much better. He was having sex with someone who truly loved him back, and she was always there for him.
He loved being married to her. A light warning spanking would get her attention, and he wouldn’t have to get rough with her.
His mind drifted to her body over his knee. He could feel her hips, pressing into his upper thigh. His hand could cup her beautifully rounded behind. He could kiss her bare shoulders and run his fingertips up and down her spine, making her shiver. He loved how her body responded to his.
In fact, his fingertips could touch the back of her legs and then glide back up to her bottom and reach inside of her.
Maybe, if he were careful, he could turn her on, and they could have amazing sex afterwards. That would tire her out and get her concentrated on being good.
Heck, she may even look forward to being spanked once a month, if he did it just right.
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I’d been working really hard at school. I practiced for the Christmas program that we’d be giving. I did my homework and went to Rose’s to paint. She liked to play teacher with me. I was a slow learner, but she was so patient. I liked being friends with her.
Nanny had told me that her nanny had said that she was happy that Rose had finally found a friend. When her daddy came home, he always came to look at what we were doing. He always gave me a piece of candy. He called me Rose’s little friend.
Rose’s daddy was a very nice grandfather type, but she beamed at him when he came in. They were obviously in love.
Daddy was loosening the reins at home. I got to bake Christmas cookies in the kitchen with the cook and decorate the tree with Daddy, Nanny and a couple of maids. Daddy played a Christmas CD while we were trimming the tree. I just hummed along. I didn’t want him to know how well I could sing until he heard me at school.
I was practicing so much. The Christmas program was more important than the normal things we learned.