At last given leave, Cassie tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She remembered the way she”d been bent for punishment. Her thighs clamped around his wrist and his finger worked her harder. She remembered the crack of the belt. A flush of heat came up across her breasts, making her nipples ache and her upper body feel like it was floating upwards. She thought of his voice, intoning the count as the belt had fallen across her helpless bottom. And something gripped her deep inside her belly, and she stiffened and cried out, and pressed against his arm.
And when her cry ended, he cupped his hand gently around her slick sex and held it as it shuddered, then trembled, then pulsed within his palm.
She slumped in Daddy”s loving hold, breathing hard while he kissed her face and neck.
“That”s my girl,” he said softly into her ear. “That”s my girl.” And he scooped her up into his arms and moved out from under her, turning her over so her upper body and head were down on the seat of the sofa and her knees on the floor. She tensed in fear when she heard the clang of his belt buckle, but he wasn”t opening the belt to discipline her again. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he placed himself between her parted legs, pressing against the inside of her knees to urge her to open more for him. And then he was in her, pressing himself up slowly inside of her until his firm, furry belly was up against her rump. He pushed her dress up high into her armpits so her front was naked against the soft, cool surface of the sofa. And then he bent over her, grasping her upper arms and pressing them tight against her sides so she was pinned beneath him, each of his thrusts pushing her smooth little hill and belly and breasts across the leather as he drove into her from behind. And Cassie surrendered, letting go of all vestiges of resistance, moaning softly in joy as he claimed her for his own.
Later, when he was finished, Roy kissed her and petted her and gave her sweet assurances in a voice so quiet she wasn”t sure he was actually speaking. He settled her onto the sofa with pillows and a fleecy blanket. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into a downy pillow, listening to the sounds of him showering and making tea and running a bath for her. And at that moment, Cassie Stevens felt the peace and contentment of a beloved child who knows she is cherished more than anything else in the world.
Chapter Three
Cassie finished the last of her Latin exercises, and closed her book with a tired but satisfied sigh. Daddy had kept her studying at the dining room table for three hours, and she was finally done. She hoped he”d reward her with a cuddle, or maybe they could go for a walk. She felt sure she had some special time coming after having been such a good girl all day. It was, therefore, a surprise when Daddy announced it was bath time.
Cassie reflexively looked at her wrist to check the time. Her watch wasn”t there, of course, because her watch was one of the things she relinquished when she arrived at Roy”s house. Little girls don”t need watches because their Daddies manage their time for them. And they don”t need driver”s licenses or car keys because they can”t go anywhere without their Daddies anyway. So Cassie gave up all those things when she arrived from campus on Friday afternoons, and Daddy put them away until Monday mornings. Even after many months under this arrangement, Cassie was powerfully affected by the symbolism of handing over her adult belongings to Roy. She was always solemn when she offered her things to him, and he was always solemn when he accepted them. It was as significant to them as the exchange of rings at a wedding ceremony.
Even without her watch, Cassie knew bath time had come much earlier than usual. But she knew better than to object. Like the very good girl she strived to be, she got up from the table obediently and followed Daddy up the stairs. Still, she couldn”t help but wonder about the change in routine. In nearly six months of weekends, she had never once been given a bath in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. Something was odd today. But Daddy had taught her not to question him. She”d find out when he wanted her to find out, and pestering him wouldn”t get her answers. It would only get her bottom spanked.
Cassie maintained her respectful silence as Daddy undressed her and helped her into the warm tub. She sat when he told her to sit, stood when he told her to stand, and rested her head against his shirt as he soaped her body with his big hands. As always, he took extra care when washing certain parts of her. She didn”t squirm away, even when something tickled. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored the sensations of his warm, soapy hands circling her little breasts and his strong fingers gently stroking clean the hidden folds between her legs.
After the bath, Daddy wrapped an oversized bath towel around her clean little body, scooped her up and started out of the bathroom towards her bedroom. Cassie loved it when Daddy carried her, and she wished she could put her arms around his neck and hug him. But her arms were trapped by the tightly wrapped towel, pinned gently to her sides, and that felt nice in a different sort of way. She smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his step as Daddy carried her down the hall.
When he set her down, Cassie opened her eyes and saw the clothes. Set out on the bed was a dress she had never seen. Cassie”s heart thumped as she studied the dress. It was a party frock in green velvet, with an empire waist and a white lace collar. Daddy must have thought very carefully before he chose it for her, Cassie realized, noting how ambiguous the design was.
With stockings and flats and makeup and earrings, a grownup lady could pull it off, particularly if she was aiming for the gamin look. But Cassie knew she wouldn”t be allowed accessories like that. A second look at what Daddy had laid out confirmed this. Next to the dress was a thin white undershirt with matching undies, white anklets with lacy tops, and an oversized hair bow that matched the dress. On the carpet next to the bed was a pair of brand-new patent leather shoes with a narrow strap and a tiny buckle to the side. Cassie felt her face grow warm, realizing how very, very young she”d look in this outfit.
She bit her tongue to keep herself from saying anything. Careless remarks had earned Cassie plenty of trips over Daddy”s knee, and she definitely didn”t want to suffer through one of Daddy”s hard spankings just now. She wasn”t sure at all that she wanted to wear this dress, ever, but saying so would be ungrateful. Not to mention unwise, she thought, as her oft-spanked bottom tingled a warning to her brain.
“Thank you, Daddy. That”s a very pretty dress,” she said, finally. Then she felt her face flush hot and red. Daddy was watching her closely. He always seemed to know what she was thinking. He”d know she was resisting inside. He”d know she didn”t really want to wear that dress. But that”s what he wanted for her, and she”d have to do wear it. Every weekend, Cassie was Daddy”s little girl. And Daddy wanted her to look and dress and act like a proper little girl.
And if she didn”t, he would punish her in any number of ways. It always made her blush to think of them, and how they made her squirm and cry and beg him to stop.
So Cassie was a good girl and let Daddy put her in her undershirt and panties. She held her arms up obediently so he could slip the dress over her head. And she didn”t fuss when he sat in the big armchair and pulled her between his strong legs so he could fasten the row of tiny buttons that ran up the back of her dress. Daddy straightened Cassie”s collar, then reached over to the dresser for the hairbrush. For one instant, as his hard thighs clamped around her legs, Cassie felt frightened, realizing how easily she could be upended over his knee and spanked with the back of that hated brush. Her pulse quickened and she felt tears well up in her eyes just as Daddy turned back with the hairbrush in his hand. Noticing her shiny eyes, he gave her a hard look, and in that moment, in that very moment, Cassie submitted. She accepted the dress. She accepted the whole outfit. She stopped fighting him inside herself, and smiled and pressed her little body back against him. Daddy let her snuggle close and then pulled the brush slowly through her damp and tangled hair. He worked a long time, sometimes stopping to rub her head gently with a hand towel, sometimes pulling a tangle out with his fi
ngers, until her hair was smooth and almost dry and all in order.
Then he turned his little girl around to face him. “Cassie, I have something important to tell you. There is a visitor coming this evening. A member of my group. I want you to meet him, but after that you have a choice. I want you to tell me your decision now, before he arrives.” Cassie knew what he meant. Daddy was a part of an internet group called The Guardians.
The members were all men who had a special interest in the care and raising of little girls. Most of their interaction was through email and a website, but Daddy had told her when he first met her that sometimes other members came to visit. If someone came on a weekend, Daddy would expect her to greet the visitor and be polite. But after that, she had a choice. She could wait in her room until Daddy”s guest was gone, or she could stay downstairs with Daddy and his visitor. But if she chose to stay with the grownups, Daddy would expect her to do whatever she was told.
Daddy had been very clear about what this meant. If she misbehaved in front of company, she would be punished in front of company. If she acted rude or disrespectful to the visitor, Daddy would punish in front of the visitor. He might even suggest the visitor administer the punishment.
Cassie had thought about this many times over the past few months. She liked the idea of being admired and petted by another man like Daddy. But she wasn”t sure she liked the idea of being disciplined in front of another man, and there was always the risk of that. Daddy didn”t let her get away with anything, and she was quite certain that any other man like Daddy would be equally strict. There, between Daddy”s legs, Cassie tried to imagine the evening ahead, and the images her mind conjured up made her pulse quicken.
“Cassie?” Daddy was waiting for her decision.
“What”s he like, Daddy?”
“That doesn”t matter, Cassie. The question is whether you think you are ready to behave like Daddy”s good girl with someone else present.”
“Someone else who understands,” Cassie said, seeking his confirmation.
“Yes, David understands.”
David. Having a name somehow made everything seem more real. Maybe too real.
Cassie wondered again what he would be like. What it would be like to be Daddy”s little girl with someone other than Daddy. She knew Daddy was proud of her, and would get pleasure from showing her off. She wanted to make Daddy happy, but…
“Um, Daddy? I would like to stay downstairs with you and your guest. I don”t want to spend the evening in my room.”
“You understand what that means, don”t you, Cassie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you?” he asked, very seriously. “Tell me what it means.” Cassie”s face flushed. “It means…it means I will be treated by both of you as a small child.”
“And what happens to small children if they misbehave?”
“They…they get p-p-unished.” Cassie could barely say the word. It always made her tummy lurch. And another place else tingle.
“Let”s be very clear, Cassie. If you give me any cause to punish you, any cause at all, you will get what you deserve right in front of my guest. And I will bare your bottom and do a thorough job of it, as I always do. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Cassie said, fighting back the uncomfortable feelings, a mixture of fear, humiliation and arousal, that always struck her when Daddy said these kinds of things out loud.
“And one more thing, Cassie. David is a doctor. There is something I wish to consult with him about. That may require him to examine you. I want you to understand that. Because if you decide to stay downstairs tonight, there will be no protests from you. None at all. I hope I make myself perfectly clear.”
“Y-yes, Daddy. Perfectly clear.”
“Very good, Princess. Then let”s go downstairs so I can get things ready for our guest.” An hour later the doorbell rang. Cassie”s heart thumped in her chest, but when Daddy motioned for her, she obediently followed him to the door. She felt self-conscious in her little girl dress, and uncertain about being around another daddy. She hung back as Daddy opened the door and welcomed his guest. The men exchanged greetings and shook hands, but Cassie hid herself behind Daddy, holding on to the back of his shirt, peeking out shyly to look at the visitor.
“So this is your little girl? Come on out, my dear. I won”t bite.” Daddy reached an arm back and pulled Cassie around to his side.
“Yes, this is my little Cassie. How do you greet a guest, Cassie?” Daddy prompted.
“How do you do, sir?” Cassie said, bobbing up and down in the curtsy Daddy had taught her.
“I”m charmed, Miss Cassie,” the visitor said, taking her hand and planting a light kiss on the back of it. He then looked Cassie over hard and slow, from her oversized hair ribbon right down to the toes of her Mary Janes. And he did seem charmed. Cassie blushed with pleasure.
“She”s lovely, Roy. And such nice manners. You”ve done a wonderful job raising her.” Daddy thanked his guest and turned to Cassie. “This is my friend David. You may address him as Dr. David. He”ll be staying through dinner, and since you”ve decided to stay downstairs this evening, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
“Yes, Daddy. I”ll be very, very good,” Cassie promised. Then she curtsied again to the guest, and to Daddy too. The two men laughed, making Cassie beam in happiness.
Cassie had been told to sit quietly on the sofa and look at a book while the two men went into the kitchen. Daddy was making dinner, and his friend had gone to keep him company as he cooked. Cassie heard the sounds of two bottles of beer being opened, and she guessed that Dr.
David was standing nearby as Daddy washed vegetables for the salad. She heard them talking, but she couldn”t hear what they said. She wished she could go into the kitchen, because they were probably talking about raising little girls, a subject about which Cassie had much curiosity.
She wondered if Daddy”s friend had his own little girl at home, and if so, what kind of discipline she was subject to. Such thoughts made her antsy and excited, and she couldn”t concentrate on her book at all.
“Cassie! She jumped at the sound of Daddy”s voice, feeling guilty about the thoughts that had been filling her head. “Come and set the dining room table.” Cassie put her book down happily and slid off the couch, hurrying to the kitchen to do as Daddy said.
The kitchen smelled wonderful. From the good smells in the air, Cassie could tell that Daddy was making grilled salmon with basmati rice, a special favorite of hers. Her mouth watered in anticipation of another of Daddy”s delicious meals. So much better than what she ate during the week on campus. She went to get the plates, but Daddy”s visitor was leaning against the counter by the dishwasher, a bottle of beer in his hand. “Excuse me, sir,” Cassie said, motioning politely to the cupboard behind him. The visitor moved aside, watching Cassie with an amused look that made her feel both nervous and excited. She had to stretch on tiptoes to reach the shelf, and carefully took down three big dinner plates.
Looking over his shoulder from the sink, Daddy corrected her. “Just two, Cassie.” She almost couldn”t hear him over the noise of the exhaust fan running over the stove. Maybe she misheard him. She stopped, a confused look on her face. “Just two?” But there were three of them in the house tonight. Had Dr. David already eaten? “You just need two plates,” Daddy repeated. “For the grownups. You”ll be eating your dinner here, in the kitchen,” he added, motioning to the little table in the corner of the room. For the first time, Cassie noticed that a place had been set in front of her special chair, the one that Daddy had made just for her, building it a little high so her feet couldn”t quite reach the ground. There was a small plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some carrot sticks. There was a glass of milk. That”s all.
Finally Cassie understood. Her face flushed hot and she had to squeeze back the tears forming at the edges of her eyes. She was being excluded from Daddy”s dinner party, relegated to the kitchen like
a…well, like a child. She tried to compose herself, tried to pretend it didn”t matter, but she was shocked and hurt. What was even worse was that Daddy was denying her what he knew was one of her favorite meals. Reluctantly she turned back to the cupboard to return one of the plates, and in doing so, found herself nearly up against Daddy”s visitor. He was watching her face, reading her every emotion all too correctly.
“Looks to me like someone has gotten a touch too big for her britches,” he said, not unkindly. There was an amused look on his face that made Cassie”s tummy churn in humiliation and anger. “You thought you”d be eating with the grownups tonight, didn”t you, pumpkin?” Cassie didn”t like this man speaking to her like this. He wasn”t her Daddy and she didn”t want him correcting her. She shot him a nasty look, then regretted it and lowered her eyes before she got herself in more trouble.
The visitor took hold of Cassie”s arm and drew her close. She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. He cupped her chin with his free hand and made her look directly at him as he spoke.
“Do you know what I”d do if my little girl gave me a look like that, Miss Cassie? I”d turn her right over that chair back,” he said, motioning to one of the kitchen chairs, “pull up her dress and yank down her panties so her naughty bottom was bare and right out where anyone could see it. Then I”d take a wooden spoon to her uppity little bare butt. She”d know her place by the time I finished with her, and would be crying out her apologies for forgetting it.” Cassie felt a flush creep up her neck to her cheeks. Her heart pounded in her chest. It was awful being scolded by a stranger but even worse that his words were affected her this way. She was getting excited. Her little flower, as Daddy called it, snug and safe in her cotton panties, was opening up and getting moist. Her reaction made her feel ashamed. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, desperately fighting back tears.
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