Daddy's Little Princess

by Rachel Burns

  “That’s fantastic, Daddy.” I smiled at him, hoping that I was making some points.

  “That’s great, Collin. I’m really happy for you.” Amy looked a little unsure.

  “The downside is that I have to go to Europe for a couple of weeks.” Daddy was still excited, but he looked a little sad about leaving us.

  “I understand completely.” Amy wiped her mouth and looked over at me. “I’ll make sure that Becky is taken care of. She will be in good hands with me.” She smiled over at me nicely.

  “No, that’s okay. I really couldn’t ask you to babysit for me. She has her Nanny.” Daddy looked a little uncomfortable with her offer.

  “Yes, but her nanny can’t take her riding and for walks. I could do that, and it would give us a chance to really get to know each other.” Amy smiled at me, and Daddy was really warming up to the idea too.

  I had always wondered why kids, whose parents had divorced, didn’t accept the new partners with open arms.

  Now I knew why. It was all so forced and fake.

  Amy would talk to me and tell me how much Daddy meant to her, then she would want to know if I was going to make this easy or hard on her.

  Amy would be wasting her time with that. Daddy made the decisions, and he had already decided that Amy was more important than I was. It was true too. That was the way it was supposed to be. His partner had to come first. Having me around would get old really fast. I was basically waiting for Daddy to admit it to himself.

  “Well, that’s settled then. Let’s order a dessert and celebrate.” Daddy’s mood was great. I enjoyed my hot fudge sundae while they talked about going out tonight.

  “I can’t wait for what kind of show they will have tonight. It being Rick’s birthday and all, it will probably be really special. What did he do last year?” Amy asked Daddy.

  I felt like a child’s toy, the plastic kind that when they got stepped on all the air gets squeezed out. I was collapsing together. I may have even squeaked too.

  “Excuse me.” I got up and left the table. Daddy stood up, too.

  I went to the ladies room and washed my face. I couldn’t cry here that would embarrass Daddy. I had to pull myself together. I remembered Rick’s birthday last year. I didn’t know what they had done in the club, but I knew what had happened before the club had opened.

  He had woken me, and the black pillowcase was shoved over my head. He ran me into the basement, where he tied my hands behind my back and my feet to a pulley.

  I had only been there for about two weeks, and I had no idea what he wanted to do with me. He liked my fear of the unknown. Rick had slowly lifted my body until it was upside down. He let me back down, and my head hit on the floor. He wanted to do it again, but I had bent up in the middle.

  Rick scolded me and explained that today was a very special birthday, and that, as a good slave, I would of course, gladly, take his birthday whipping for him. He had turned thirty-eight. He had used several canes.

  Rick gave me one to grown on with a cane, and then a pinch to grow an inch too. He left and turned out the light in the basement. It felt like hours before he came back, wanting me to give him a blow job.

  After that, I don’t remember what happened. The days and punishments all melted together. The only thing I can remember is that it went on all day.

  I had to hurry out. Daddy would be worrying. I opened up the door. Daddy was leaning against the wall. “Time to go home, Princess.”

  I nodded, and he took my hand. Daddy led me out to the car. Amy was already in there waiting. She was in the backseat. Daddy sat me down in the passenger seat. “I can sit in the back. Amy needs more room because she has longer legs,” I protested.

  “I’m fine, Becky. Don’t worry about me.” She sounded embarrassed. Not as embarrassed as I was, but still Daddy must have said something to her.

  Daddy brought me to bed and asked me if I were okay.

  I whispered, “I am now.” I fell asleep quickly.

  “She was his slave? But she isn’t the type.” Amy was shocked.

  “He kidnapped her and ruined her real life. She had no one, so I took her in and helped her back on her feet. It’s been a very slow process. She will never be right again. Never mention the club – ever. He treated her so unspeakably terrible. Her life was pure pain with him. He loved her, and she hated him. All he is capable of giving is pain. She is scarred for life. She doesn’t want to have anything to do with men. Did you notice the way she leans away from the waiter? And she has gotten a lot better. She only tolerates me because I’m her daddy. Men scare her. You have to make sure that no guy gets near her while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?”

  “Of course. I understand completely. You can count on me.” Amy was quiet for a while. “Why do you continue to go to the club, after what he did to her?” she asked.

  “The truth is that I’m addicted.”

  Amy laughed then. “I think I am too.”

  Chapter 16 – Alone With Amy

  I stood on the front steps and waved as Daddy drove off. It had been a long goodbye. He made Nanny practice calling him with her cellphone again. He warned me to be good several times.

  Daddy told me that Amy was in charge. He hugged me several times while I sniffled, and then he ran back to me and asked me if I was okay with this. If not, he could still cancel.

  I had laughed then and sent him off. My daddy was really silly.

  Amy came back in from saying goodbye, and then she insisted that we go riding.

  She hardly talked to me. That was unusual for her. Normally, she talked nonstop. We rode in silence. When she turned to go back, I followed her.

  She brought me into the living room and requested that I play this and that for her. We ate together, and then she helped bring me to bed.

  Amy was quizzing Nanny about my schedule. Amy asked her all kinds of questions.

  She had just covered me up when Nanny's phone rang. It was Daddy.

  Nanny talked to him for a bit, singing Amy’s praises. Nanny gave me the phone, and I told him what we had all done today.

  I wanted him to see that I was really trying, and that this could work out.

  Daddy told me to have sweet dreams and gave me my good night kiss through the phone.

  “Good night, Daddy. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Princess. Give me Amy.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Goodbye.” I held the phone out to Amy, and she left the room for about five minutes. When she came back in, she gave Nanny her phone and thanked her. Amy then tucked me in and gave me a kiss. She left then.

  I looked at Nanny surprised.

  “It’s all right. You know that she is interested in your Daddy, not in you. She is trying very hard to do everything exactly like your daddy does.”

  “Yes, Nanny.” Still, that had been very odd.

  Amy woke me early the next morning, so we could go swimming.

  I dove into the pool and swam like Daddy taught me.

  Amy got in the pool too. She swam some laps.

  I knew that she and Daddy had been in here a couple of times. They had been a bit tipsy and loud.

  “Come here, Becky. I’ll show you some new strokes.”

  “I’m pretty sure that Daddy taught me all of them.” I rolled my eyes.

  Amy’s jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you would do that after everything that he has done for you. It’s always Becky comes first, and this and that about you. I’m warning you don’t ever let me catch you doing something like that again.” She shook her head and looked so disappointed in me. “I’ll have to tell him about this.”

  “No, you misunderstood. It’s just that I’m not that great of a swimmer. I don’t want to learn anymore. It wasn’t against my daddy.” I tried to explain.

  “That isn’t true, and we both know it. What would your daddy do if he had seen that?” Amy looked really mad.

  I was feeling a little nervous now. “He would have raised his eyebrow at me, and I would hav
e known to quit.”

  “I don’t believe you. Your Daddy would have given you a sound spanking.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the water and up to my room. She locked the door behind us before she let go of me.

  I felt like I was paralyzed. We were both wet from the water. What was she doing?

  Amy sat down on my sofa and called me to her.

  “No, Daddy was really clear about this. Only him. Not even Nanny is allowed to spank me.” I folded my arms, so they were covering my heart. I was so scared again. Things were pushing their way back to the surface. Terrible memories became very vivid in front of my eyes.

  “Becky, you’re only making this worse for yourself. Come over my lap right now.”

  “No. Daddy wouldn’t want that.”

  Amy stood up and charged at me.

  I dropped to the floor and covered my head with my arms.

  She grabbed at them and pulled me over to the sofa while I screamed for Nanny. She pushed me roughly over her knees and wailed at my bottom.

  I twisted and kicked and tried to get away from her. Even with all the sports that Daddy had me doing I was no match for her.

  “Your daddy told me where he found you. Someone like you should be more thankful, but no, you roll your eyes when you talk about him, and that practically the second, he leaves you for the first time. You will not be a little beast.” She spanked and lectured and rubbed my behind.

  I felt like I was back at the club. There was something so dirty about the way she touched me.

  “Open your legs nice and wide.”

  “What?” I looked over my shoulder at her. I had been at the point of letting her spank me until she was tired.

  “I’ll continue to hit you until you do.” She sounded like a school director who didn’t care one way or the other. This was about power.

  “No, that’s dirty.”

  “I don’t know how your Daddy spanks you, but where I come from we do it right.” She spanked on.

  I opened my legs slightly, only wanting to get it over with.

  “That’s right, you little whore. You know all about opening your legs for a punishment, don’t you? You also know that you have to open them wider for me to properly hit them.”

  She shoved them open even further, and then she spanked the inside of my thighs. It stung so. I bawled and hoped that Nanny was calling Daddy on the phone right now.

  Amy stood me up and looked me over. “Good. You’re warmed up. The real spanking can begin now. Remove your swim suit.” She said it so coldly.

  “No.” I was shaking everywhere.

  “You were a sex slave and very many men had you. And now you balk at getting undressed for a well-deserved punishment?”

  Her words were hurting me too. Daddy never talked to me that way. “I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want that. It was a case of mistaken identity. I’m not like that. I swear I’m not.”

  “Yeah, right. You may have convinced your daddy, but I know better. I know a slut when I see one. Let’s see if I can’t beat that out of you before your daddy comes home. Take it off, or I will.” Amy looked so disgusted with me.

  I shook my head and backed away from her.

  She stood and grabbed me again. She pulled my swimsuit down and let it hang around my knees before she pushed me over her knees again. Amy called me names as she spanked me. I could feel that she liked doing this.

  “You know the routine. Open your legs. Do it now, or I’ll spank you again before I bring you to bed tonight.”

  I opened them like she wanted, cursing that I was so tiny and weak. She spanked and spanked while I cried.

  It took forever, and I was covered in sweat by the time she was finished with me.

  “Go clean up, and I never want to see anything like that again. Do you understand?”

  I covered myself with my arms as best as I could. I nodded and went into my bathroom. I locked the door and dropped to the floor and cried into my hands. This was just like at the club.

  Twenty minutes later, she pounded on the door. “Get over it,” she yelled. “I want you out here in five minutes. Dressed and ready for riding, or I’ll come in there, and then you know what will happen again.”

  I wiped my eyes and showered quickly. It took ten minutes to get ready, but when I came out, she wasn’t there. Was she getting something to hit me with? I got that same feeling like I constantly had at the club. I felt like something bad was going to happen, something very bad.

  “Good, you’re ready. Let’s go.” She stepped out into the hall, and then she moved away. I followed behind her slowly.

  “Hurry up,” she barked over his shoulder.

  I picked up the pace a little, but then I slowed down again not wanting to get to close to her.

  My mind was racing. Was that really only a one time thing because she was upset that I was so unthankful? But she had called me all kinds of names. I wanted my Daddy, and I wanted him right now.

  Amy went out to the stables, and told the man to get our horses. She was pretending to be the boss here. Daddy would never bark at the servants like that.

  Amy grabbed me and pulled me close. “No complaining. Your daddy told you the same thing. If you do, you will get more of the same.” She let go and shoved me towards my horse. I petted Tuppence’s head for a bit until she barked at me to hurry.

  I got up on my horse and followed her. My bottom and thighs were hurting so bad that tears were rolling down my face. With each bounce of the horse it hurt worse. We rode for hours. She grinned the entire time.

  Nanny handed me her phone. “It’s your daddy.” She was smiling at me.

  “Hello, Princess. I heard you had a busy day again today. Amy is being really sweet taking care of you while Nanny was at the doctors.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I was crying again, and I could hardly talk.

  “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you two are getting along so well. Amy is really something special. This is all so fantastic. She is so much better than all the others. You saw several of those. There is no comparison, right?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He sounded so happy, and I wanted him to be happy. He had done so much for me. I owed it to him.

  I would be really good, and then Amy wouldn’t have to spank me again. I’d talk to Daddy about it when he came home, and he could tell Amy that she wasn’t allowed to do it or to talk to me like that. H would make everything better again.

  Daddy wanted to talk to Amy, and Nanny brought her the phone. Amy smiled really big and talked to Daddy. She told him about our day too, but she left out the spanking.

  Nanny had me in bed ready to sleep. I had been really careful, so she wouldn’t see my behind and the inside of my thighs.

  Rick had caned me there before several times. This wasn’t as bad, I told myself, trying to play down what had happened.

  “No, I didn’t tell him. Don’t make me regret that. I expect perfect behavior from now on.” Amy was sitting on my bed with one hand on each side of my head.

  I nodded again. I felt so tiny and scared.

  Amy leaned in and kissed me again, exactly like last night but on the mouth.

  I looked over at Nanny who was making up her sofa bed. Daddy had insisted that she sleep in my room again, while he was gone.

  Amy left then. She was off to Daddy’s room.

  It took me forever to fall asleep.

  I sat at the breakfast table with my head hung. Nanny was yawning next to me. Amy had moved over to Daddy’s chair. She said it was so she could be closer to us. She rang the bell like Daddy always did. I was getting the impression that she liked having Daddy’s power.

  Amy might even want his money more than Daddy himself.

  “Didn’t you sleep well last night, Nanny?” Amy asked her, pretending to sound concerned.

  “Becky seemed to have one nightmare after the other. She was finally sleeping peacefully when the alarm went off.”

  “Nightmares really?” She looked at
me like I was already in trouble. “Is it normal for her to have nightmares?”

  “It happens, but last night was as bad as when she first came here.” Nanny yawned again. “I’m so sorry, but I’m just dead on my feet.”

  “What does her Daddy do when she cries in the night?”

  “He holds her hand.”

  “Do you want me to hold your hand in the night?” Amy asked that nice enough, but the look in her eyes scared me. I really didn’t want her in my bedroom at night.

  “Her father wouldn’t approve of that. If you had children, you would understand. I’m there for her. You don’t have to worry about her at all.”

  Amy looked a little disappointed, but then she smiled at Nanny lovingly. “Nanny, I feel very strongly that you should go back to bed. I’ll take care of her this morning. You should sleep as long as you need. Shouldn’t she, Becky?” Amy was leaning across the table and looking at her very kindly.

  Nanny looked unsure. “Becky, would you mind?”

  “Of course not, Nanny. I really am sorry that I kept you up all night like that.” Nanny was actually too old for this job. I had been basically taking care of myself for months. She was only pretending to care for me. I thought of her more as a companion than a Nanny. “I can practice the piano a little, Nanny. Don’t worry about me.”

  “No, no.” Amy shook his head. Your daddy was really clear that he wants you to do some sort of sport every morning. I’ll take you swimming again. We can go riding after lunch exactly like we did yesterday, and you can practice the piano for a couple of hours after dinner. How does that sound? Collin won’t have to worry about you at all. You will be so tired this evening that you will sleep just fine.” Amy reached out and patted my hand. A cold shiver went up and down my spine.

  I obeyed everything that Amy said all day and because of that we got along just fine.

  Daddy called in the evening, and Nanny told him about my nightmares. He was really worried. So worried that he didn’t talk to Amy at all, but he talked to me for over a half an hour.