Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Connor put his left hand on Tessy’s hip, rubbed her heaving back with his right, and gently rocked her while she cried. He was pleased that his methods seemed to have worked, but now he needed to build up what he’d broken down. He needed to make Tessy feel loved, safe, secure, and happy without letting adult Tessica make an appearance.
Once her crying had calmed down to sniffles, he patted her back. “Okay, Tessy, it’s time to be Daddy’s good girl now. I want you to stand up so I can hand you some tissues and get you dressed.”
She whimpered in protest, but moved when his hands guided her up and off his lap.
Connor stood up and walked over to the attached bathroom. He grabbed a handful of tissues and handed them to Tessy. “Blow your nose and clean up your tears.”
While she did that, Connor went to the bed and picked up a paper shopping bag. He held it up for her to see.
“Want to guess what this is?”
She shook her head, and rubbed her bottom with a hiss.
“While you were busy working all day, Daddy went shopping.”
“Shopping?” she asked, eyeing the bag. “Shopping for what?”
“For you.”
“For me?”
He nodded, set the bag down, and started pulling out items. He held up a pair of boy short underwear with cartoon cats all over them, and a matching sports bra.
“Those are for me?” she asked again.
“That’s right. I wanted to make sure you had some cozy clothes that made you happy. Plus, Daddy doesn’t allow his Little girl to wear adult underwear.”
He knelt down in front of her and held the boy shorts open next to her feet. “Step in.”
She put a hand on his shoulder for balance, and stepped into the underwear. He pulled them up, being careful not to scrape the elastic waist against her bottom.
“I bought these specifically for after spankings.”
She gasped and her eyes grew wide. “Why?”
“Because there’s no elastic in the legs. Regular panties would dig into the spot where Daddy needs to leave an impression.”
She reached back and cupped the sore spots. “It really hurts, Daddy.”
“That will help you remember that Daddy expects you to behave yourself.”
She pouted.
He went back to the bag and pulled out a pair of normal cotton panties with puppies on them. “Would you rather wear these?”
She shook her head and kept her hands covering her bottom.
“Do you have anything to say to Daddy?”
Her eyebrows furrowed.
“How about a ‘thank you’ for letting you wear comfortable panties after your spanking?”
“Thank you, Daddy. I like the kitties on them.”
“You’re welcome.” He picked up the matching sports bra. “Do you want Daddy to put this on you, or do you want to do it yourself?”
“I can do it myself.”
He handed the bra over.
She unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and then frowned at him. “Don’t watch, Daddy.”
He turned around with a tiny smile. That helped him gauge her Little age. Most Littles under the age of four or five didn’t care much one way or the other about being naked in front of someone, so Tessy was older than that.
While he was still turned around he said, “Leave the blouse off. I’ve got some different clothes for you.”
“Okay.” After a few more seconds she said, “I’m done.”
Connor turned around. “Aw, those are very cute on you.” He dug into the bag and pulled out a pair of Hello Kitty pajamas. The bottoms were a solid pink, and the top was white with Hello Kitty’s face on the front.
“I know it’s a little early, but I thought you would rather wear comfortable pajamas after your spanking.”
She nodded, and he handed them to her.
“These are pretty, Daddy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Once she was dressed, Connor pointed to the bed. “Grab one of your pillows and follow me to the kitchen.”
He picked up the kitchen chair and took it back to the table. He set it down and patted the seat. “Put the pillow here and have a seat.”
Tessy’s eyes were glued to the coloring books he’d left on the kitchen table. She ignored him and rushed past while holding the pillow. “Are these for me?”
“They are, but you won’t be allowed to use them tonight if you don’t listen to Daddy.”
She scowled at him with a mix of confusion and irritation.
He raised an eyebrow, wondering if Little Tessy was generally less agreeable than adult Tessica, because most recently spanked Littles wouldn’t scowl at him. Speaking sternly, he said, “I told you to put the pillow on the chair and to have a seat. But maybe you shouldn’t have a pillow if you’re giving me that look.”
She immediately shook her head. “No, Daddy, I’m sorry. I was distracted.” She put the pillow on the chair and gingerly sat down. “See, I’m listening, and being good.”
“All right.” Connor scooted the chair in so that the three color books were in front of Tessy along with a pack of sixty-four crayons. “Daddy wants you to sit here and color while I make dinner.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Tessy agreed, eagerly looking through the pictures.
Connor got out some of the groceries he’d bought earlier that day specifically for tonight’s dinner. Knowing that adult Tessica wasn’t very picky had made it easy to shop. He hoped Little Tessy wasn’t picky either, but most of the Littles he’d met enjoyed spaghetti. He had put a box of chicken nuggets in the freezer in case the spaghetti was a bust, but he wasn’t planning to tell her about those unless he had to.
He checked her lower cupboards to find pots and pans.
“What are you looking for?” She asked.
“Never you mind. Did you pick something to color?” He found the correct cupboard, and pulled out a big pot for boiling noodles, and a large saucepan. He glanced back at her and found her scowling again.
Once they made eye contact, she focused back on the coloring books. “I’m still deciding.”
He focused back on cooking for the next several minutes. He diced some fresh onion, garlic, and mushrooms, and then opened a can of black olives and a can of spaghetti sauce.
“What are you making?” she asked.
“Spaghetti.”
“Yummy,” she said.
Pleased that it wasn’t going to be a problem, he opened a few upper cupboards looking for the spices.
“What are you looking for now?” she asked.
He turned back to her. “You don’t need to worry about that, Tessy. Daddy is cooking, not you. I have everything covered. Your job is to color.”
There was her scowl again. “I’m just trying to help.”
“You aren’t in charge of this kitchen tonight, Tessy, Daddy is. You can help out by listening to Daddy. I want you to focus on coloring a picture.”
Glancing down at her color book she muttered, “I could color and tell you where things are at the same time.”
Surprised to hear so much sass coming from her post-spanking, he wondered again about her age. If Little Tessy was closer to ten than five, she might genuinely want to help him cook rather than coloring. Making her color might seem like he was excluding her or punishing her.
“If you want to help Daddy cook, we can put the coloring books away until after dinner, and you can stir things,” he suggested.
Her eyes snapped to his and she held her coloring book to her chest. “No, I don’t want to put them away, Daddy.”
“That’s fine. We don’t have to put them away, but you do have to focus on coloring if we keep them out.”
“I will, Daddy. It just… it seems silly not to ask me where things are.”
Connor shook his head. “It’s not silly. It’s all part of trusting Daddy to take care of things. But I can see that’s difficult for you, so Daddy’s going to help.”
He pulled out the kitchen chair that was across from Tessy, and patted the seat. “Come sit on this side of the table so you can’t see what Daddy’s doing while you color.”
She scowled at him yet again, and didn’t move.
“I’ve about had it with your scowling, little girl. You’re about two seconds from going back into the corner until dinner is ready.”
“Nooo!” She stood up, grabbed the pillow, and quickly walked to the other side of the table.
Connor took the pillow out of her hand. “You can have this back once dinner is ready if you start behaving yourself. Scowling at Daddy repeatedly is not good behavior. If you’re unhappy about something, you use your words, and you use them politely. If I see one more angry little scowl directed at me, I am going to swat your bottom.”
She shook her head vehemently, “No, Daddy, I’m sorry. I won’t scowl again.”
“You’d better not.” He pointed to the chair. “Sit down.”
She sat with a small wince, and looked up at him with sad eyes.
“Good girl. You can pout all you want. I know being Little can be difficult and frustrating, and there will be times that you’re upset about Daddy’s rules. I don’t mind if you’re sad about the rules, but if you’re angry about Daddy’s rules, that either means Daddy missed something and you need to tell him about it, or you don’t believe that Daddy always has your best interests at heart.”
She shook her head.
He squatted down so they could be eye to eye. “Yes it does, Tessy. I’m not telling you to focus on your coloring for selfish reasons. I’m telling you to focus on your coloring because I fully believe that’s what’s best for you in this moment. So it’s okay to be sad and a little frustrated that you don’t enjoy doing what’s best for you, but you don’t get to be angry with Daddy about it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her chin quivered and her eyes filled. “I’m sorry.”
“Good girl.” He stood and put the pillow on the table. “Stand up for a minute.”
Her eyebrows furrowed with confused, but not anger, while she stood. He sat in her vacated chair and pulled her down to sit in his lap. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight.
“I know this is all new for you, and it’s going to take some getting used to, but I promise you that Daddy always, always, always has your best interests in mind. That’s especially true when I’m punishing you, or making you do something difficult. Do you believe me?”
She nodded against his chest and sniffled. “Yes, Daddy, I believe you.”
“Good girl.” He squeezed her a bit tighter, and then let go. “Okay, time for Little girls to color while Daddy makes dinner.” He nudged her up with a hand to her back.
He stood, and she sat down again. He pushed her chair in, and moved the other two coloring books and the crayons over so she could reach them. He tapped them with a finger. “This is where your focus needs to be until dinner is ready. I don’t want to catch you looking back while I’m cooking. I expect you to trust Daddy. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay.” He went back to searching for spices, and within minutes he was browning some sausage. While he was cooking, he checked Tessy several times. Every time, she was dutifully coloring, and seemed to be fully engrossed now that she couldn’t see him.