Chapter 22
PATRICK
Submit.
The way her throat hitched and her face flushed went straight to my cock. She was right; it was highly inappropriate. I may be manipulating the rules a bit, but I didn’t care. I wanted Kylie, and she wanted to forgive herself. And maybe when all this was done, she'd discover she wanted me too.
“If I don’t . . .submit, then what?”
I shrugged. “You’re still on probation. We part ways. No harm no foul.” I stood, unable to watch her consider walking away from me. “You can move out of the employee apartment tomorrow. Go back to your life. Of course, the NDA still applies.”
I walked behind my desk, adjusting everything that was already in perfect alignment. “I hope you continue to pursue your work in helping people.” I caught her eye. “You are very good at it.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I tapped on my phone. “Why don’t you head back to your room? You have a decision to make.”
“Okay.” She stood, smoothed down her shirt, and walked out of my office. I waited a good five minutes before my legs gave out and I collapsed into the chair, wondering if I'd made the right decision or the biggest mistake of my life.
The troops rallied for Little's Night at Quad IV.
The place was chaotic when I arrived around nine-thirty.
Littles ran around, playing with the staff and each other.
Staff set up stations for the littles with different activities.
From the decor, there was no mistaking I had stumbled into the Emerald City.
Gleaming green lights and images of flying monkeys in tuxedos soared across the walls.
The chairs were ensconced in green velvet, and tables constructed out of green glass with a light embedded in the pillar made them look like they were glowing.
The littles dressed more formally, but on theme in emerald dresses for the girls and suits or shirts and slacks with suspenders for the boys.
It was a little’s paradise.
“Hey Pat.” Chandler approached with two littles in tow, tugging on his belt loops.
They bumped into the back of him when he stopped.
“Littles, please. Control yourselves.” He boasted in a mocking voice.
They exploded into giggles. Chandler pushed his blond hair out of his eyes.
His black suit with a slim green leather tie was his contribution to staying on theme.
I didn’t have the same enthusiasm, opting for a pair of grey slacks and a white button-down.
“You have your hands full.” I nodded to the two littles jockeying for position to get closer to Chandler.
“Yeah, I love littles’ weekends.” He chuckled. “You fix your problem?”
“Working on it.” I rubbed the back of my head. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“I am curious.”
“You’re nosy.”
He patted me on the back, and he proceeded forward with the littles skipping behind him.
I only told Chandler about my plan because I needed him to reserve a room in the club for me. Although I had a marginal idea of Kylie’s limits, I planned to conduct this punishment in private, hopefully after Kyler and Josh put their littles to bed.
I spotted them in the VIP section watching their littles play.
They both seemed to be engrossed in their evening without residual concerns from earlier.
Rayna was as cheeky and Tinley as silly as before.
I had no doubt those two little girls would forgive Kylie when given the chance to understand why she did what she did.
It was Josh and Kyler I was more worried about.
I approached the VIP area.
“Hi, Uncle Patrick.” Tinley waved from where she was stacking blocks with two other littles as high as it would go.
“Hi Sweet T.” I winked at Rayna, and she smiled and went back to the game. It appears she was the referee.
“I was wondering if you were going to show up.” Josh stood, and he and Kyler flanked me from both sides. We watched the activities across the floor from a safe distance. “What happened with Kylie?”
“She’s back in her room, thinking about what she did wrong.” It wasn’t a lie.
“And you’re going to let her go?”
I shrugged and turned to Kyler. “Is that what you want me to do?”
He shook his head and took a sip from a short glass with a glowing green round ice cube in the center. The light cast a sinister glow across his face. He looked like the Wizard of Oz himself. I guess he was, in our little world.
“She’s in your department; you make decisions about your employees.” He smirked. “But if you’re asking for my opinion.”
“Get rid of her.” I faced him.
“Careful, Patrick.” He slowly sipped his drink, never taking his eyes off me. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
He looked over his shoulder, and Josh joined us.
“If you think she’s your little girl, I won’t tell you to send her away.” Kyler set his drink down and crossed his arms over his chest. “But she is your responsibility.”
“Of course. I know she will have to prove herself, but you all have to forgive her, too.” My throat tightened.
The next words out of my mouth were difficult.
“If you can’t, then we both will leave. I don’t want to put any stress or worry on you or your little girls.
To protect my little girl, I won’t ask her to survive in an environment where she won’t be forgiven for making a mistake. ”
“No one gets away without consequences,” said Kyler sternly.
“She will be punished, and then we will forgive her.” I rubbed my hands together. “That’s how it works, right?”
“We get to punish her, too.” Josh chuckled.
“Don’t touch my little girl.”
He held his hands out to his sides. “Or what? You're going to punish me, too.”
“Fuck,” Kyler mumbled and pulled at his beard. “No one’s going anywhere. If she wants to explain, we will listen. It’s up to her to make it up to Rayna and Tinley, or are we going to keep them apart for the rest of our lives?”
“I hope not.” A waitress dressed in a silky emerald dress handed us all fresh drinks. “This may all be a moot point.” I took a sip of the brown liquid.
“What do you mean?” Kyler asked.
“Well, I gave her the option. She could agree to the punishment or she could leave.” I shook my head. “She’s probably packing her bags as we speak.”
“Or she could be standing at the entrance looking for someone to make all the bad feelings in her tummy go away.” Josh pointed.
There she was. Dressed in a simple black shirt dress with a green ribbon tied in a bow around the waist. Her hair was in a high ponytail with a bow in the same green material.
I set my drink down and made my way over to her.
She didn’t spot me until I was a few feet in front of her. She wasn’t scared, only curious.
“Hello, Kylie.” In her hands, she clutched a small black beaded wrist bag and, on her feet, green socks with black lace ruffles in patent leather Mary Janes. “You look adorable.”
She smirked, but then straightened her face.
“Thank you.” She tried to smile, and that’s where I spotted her nervousness. A deep sense of dread prevented her from completely letting go, caught between the defiant woman from the office and the timid girl standing before me. But she was here, and that’s all I had asked of her so far.
“Come with me.” I held out my hand.
She glared at it and then looked around the room.
Her hand slid into mine. I gave her an encouraging squeeze and wove my way through the crowd toward a hallway leading to the private rooms. The room monitors were part of our department.
Kylie gasped when she spotted Matthew, one of the security staff from Quad II, at the door.
“It’s okay.” I whispered.
“Hi, Boss.” He nodded. “You are in room four. Hi Kylie.”
“Hi,” she managed to get out as we passed. Her ears turned red. She had nothing to be embarrassed about, but maybe a little humiliation was what she needed.
“Thanks, Matthew.”
I guided Kylie through the hall and to door number four.
All the rooms for the weekend were decorated as nurseries or playrooms to accommodate any age group.
Rooms one through three came equipped with cribs and changing tables and things a young little would desire.
Rooms four through seven aged up the décor, making it more suitable for littles at toddler age and middles.
I wasn’t sure what age Kylie regressed to, but I figured these rooms would be a good starting point.
I pushed the door open and stepped to the side, guiding Kylie in. She stopped on the threshold. “Oh my gosh.” I stepped in behind her and shut the door with a thud.
She whipped around, guarding her back side with her bag.
I held my hand up. “Nothing is going to happen until you are ready.”
She lowered her hands back to her side.
“Go ahead, have a look around.”
She set her bag on a chair and walked around the room, touching everything.
“It’s so pretty.” She ruffled the fur of a teddy bear dressed in a suit and tie and continued taking in the room. “They go all out for little’s night.”
“We can customize all the rooms for our guests.” He walked to the side of the bed and confirmed everything was prepared.
A bottle of water and a sippy cup with apple juice sat on the nightstand.
I also asked for a sweet treat, which was currently hidden under a small silver dome on a platter.
I took off my watch and set it and my phone in the nightstand's drawer.
The rest of the room comprised of a small couch, a wooden bookshelf full of books, and a couple of bean bag chairs in one corner.
There was a television mounted on the wall, currently playing an image of an aquarium with fish swimming around.
She touched the screen, and the fish zipped to the other side of the screen.
“Oh, how cute.” She gasped and giggled.
I sat on the edge of the bed and let her continue to explore. When she made her way around the rest of the room, she came back and stood before the door, wringing her hands together.
“Come here, Kylie.”
She blinked and her gaze fell on me. I gave her a little smile, and she smiled back. She approached and stood between my legs.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“A little bit.” She nodded. “But I’m ready to do this. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like I let you down.” She bit her bottom lip. “Like I let everyone down.”
“Oh, sweet girl.” I held my hand out. She took it. “You made a mistake, but, like I said, we’ll handle your punishment and then all is forgiven.”
“What will my punishment be?”
“Since we don’t know each other in the Daddy/little dynamic, I have some questions. Then I’ll give you a choice of three and you can pick one.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“Remember,” I motioned between the two of us. “Honesty bubble still stands between us. I need you to be honest, or let me know if you can’t answer something right now. Okay?”
“Okay. Um.” Her shoulders came up to her ears. “Do you want me to call you Daddy?”
She was so sweet. “Why don’t you address me as ‘sir’ until we decide otherwise, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Her cheeks warmed. I knew she liked praise, but her whole body lit up after those two words. “Have you been in a daddy/little relationship before?”
“No.” She looked away. I brought her face back to me with a finger on her chin. “No. I just played in the club. Nothing more.”
“Did you want more?”
“Yes, but I never felt safe bringing it out of the club setting.” She looked around the room. “It’s so much easier when it’s in a place like this. Where everyone is on the same page?”
“Understandable.” I squeezed her hand. “Were you punished when you played in the club?”
“Just for funsies.” She giggled. “I never got in trouble enough in the club for a proper punishment. I was a good girl.”
“You are still a good girl.” I held her cheek. “What kind of fun punishments did you experience?”
“I wrote lines. A lot of lines and standing in the corner, which is probably not much of a punishment.”
“I imagine you are quite good at entertaining yourself.” I concluded for her. She nodded. “What else?”
“I’ve been spanked, but that seemed performative at best.” She shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a real spanking.” I noticed the longing in her voice.
“Did you take part in sexual relationships in the club?” I knew the question would catch her off guard. She looked away and stepped back.
“I don’t think I want to answer that.”
“Okay.” I pulled at her bow to get her to stand close to me again. “That’s fine. There are some sexual punishments; I just wanted to know what your limits are. We will leave them off the table for now.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“There are a few more options, but I think I have an idea of what you need.”