Chapter 25
KYLIE
My eyes blinked open, and it took me a few seconds to remember. The pain in my ass should have clued me in right away. Sitting in my boss’s arms while he rocked me after a spanking seemed like a fever dream. Too many contradictions happened in the last twelve hours.
I vaguely remember calling Patrick Daddy, which was the topper to an already incomprehensible day.
I sat up, not ready to look him in the eye.
“You’re awake?” He asked. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded. The air hit my lady parts and reminded me I'd lost my panties at some point. Seems silly to be embarrassed now.
I pressed against Patrick’s chest and slid off his lap. My legs were unsteady, but thankfully they held. I wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. Thank you for my spanking. It seemed weird. It wasn’t my idea.
My mind was a jumbled mess. The spanking put me in little space, but a little nap brought me somewhere in between. My bottom lip trembled. I bit it to stop, but it wouldn’t.
“Oh, Kylie.” Patrick ran his knuckles down my cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t know.” I swiped at my tears. It was like logic was pulling me back to the big side, but I wanted to be little bad.
“Hey little one.” He pinched my cheek. “I think the party in Emerald City is still going on. How about we head back out and see some of the sights?”
“Really?” Great. It would be loud and chaotic and prevent us from having to talk. “Yes, please.”
“And I bet we can find some sweet treats for your tummy.”
“I’d like that.” The clouds seemed to lift. “But what about Rayna and …” I knew I owed them an apology, but I wasn’t ready to face them right now.
“No need to worry about them. They've gone to bed for the night.” He kissed my cheek. “You can talk to them another time. Tonight. I just want little Kylie to have some fun.”
“You’ll be there with me.”
“Every step of the way.”
“Okay.” I looked down at my feet. “I think I need to find my panties first.”
Patrick chuckled. I joined him with a shy giggle and swung my dress back and forth.
Patrick found my underwear and knelt in front of me.
“Hold on to me and put one foot in.” I followed his instructions. “Now the other.”
He pulled them up for me.
“Ouchie.” The fabric made my backside sting. “You spank hard.”
“Then I did my job.” He grinned. “Come on.”
I took his hand, and he led me to another door.
“Use the potty first. Then we can clean off your face and head to the party.” He opened the door and guided me into a clean white-tiled bathroom with a vanity across one wall, with a mirror above the sink. The floating toilet sat opposite. A shower stall covered the length of the back wall.
Patrick stepped in and closed the door.
“I can potty by myself.” I wasn’t sure I could handle another embarrassing moment like going to the bathroom in front of my boss. But was he my boss? I wasn’t even sure I still had a job.
He knelt again in front of me. For a Dom, he spent a lot of time on his knees. I thought that was my job. I giggled.
“What are you giggling about?”
“Nothing.” But my giggles continued, which was fine by me. It made it less embarrassing to have my boss pull my panties down and sit me on a toilet.
At least he turned the faucet on to help cover the noise. My bladder wasn’t as shy as I thought.
I finished, cleaned up and stood up, but Patrick was right back to kneeling and helped me pull my panties up.
He moved me toward the sink and washed my hands and my face.
From the drawer, he even retrieved a brush and helped me put my hair back up and secured the bow.
I watched in the mirror using the same focus on my hair as he did when he was watching a presentation or reading a report.
“All good.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
I nodded.
“Great.” He took my hand. “Let’s go.”
We walked through the nursery. There was no way to tell how long I was there. As we walked back down the hall and toward the main room, another one of the guys on our security team was manning the entrance.
“Hey, boss.” he saluted. “Kylie.”
“Hi, Frank.”
Great. Now two of my colleagues knew I spent who knows how much time in a private room doing who knows what with my boss.
I let that embarrassment wash over me, but it went away as I stepped back into Emerald City.
Before I was too distracted to notice the decor.
But now, it took my breath away. I learned it took them twelve hours to redecorate a room for an event.
It was impressive. Like how an arena changes from basketball to hockey on consecutive nights.
They had a whole other theme planned for tomorrow night.
I hoped I would get the chance to see it.
Littles and their bigs continued to play at the various stations. Patrick led me toward the dining area. A huge buffet of sweet treats covered a large table in the center.
“Hold on to me.” He moved my hand to his belt loop and picked up a plate.
“What would you like?”
There was too much to choose from, and my brain kept getting distracted by the noise, lights, and music. I jumped at the sound of a little getting spanked somewhere close by.
“Kylie.” Patrick looked concerned.
“Can I try one of everything?” I grinned up at him.
“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We might need a platter.”
He piled a copious number of treats onto the plate. I could never finish them all without getting a tummy ache, but if he would let me, I was sure going to try.
We walked back toward a table near the wall. It gave us a great vantage point of the entire room. I sat, but the hard chair made me jump right back up. It was torture on my bruised bottom. Patrick pulled me onto his lap. A waitress dressed in a black and white outfit floated by.
“Hi, Mr. Carmichael. Can I get you and your little something to drink?”
I opened my mouth to correct her, but Patrick squeezed my sore bottom. The ache shot down my legs. I wrapped my arm around him to keep from falling. I shifted, trying to ease the pressure on my sore bottom.
“Little Kylie here will have some drunken apple juice.” He answered the waitress. “I’ll have a beer.”
She nodded and floated away. Not really, but she moved as if she were on skates. An image flew across the ceiling above us.
“Are those flying monkeys?” I pointed.
“Yep.” He shivered. “Scary.”
“They aren’t scary, Daddy.” I giggled, but stopped when I realized what I’d said.
“Well, they scare me.” He continued as if it were nothing, or maybe he had freaked out when I said it before. In my more vulnerable state. “I better hold on to you, so they don’t swoop down here and snatch you away from me.”
“Hold me tight, Daddy.” I clung to him as another flash caught our attention from across the room.
He picked up a piece of chocolate and raised it to my mouth. “Just a little bite.”
I took a small bite, and he popped the rest into his mouth.
The waitress returned with my drink in an emerald green sippy cup. I gripped it with both hands and took a sip. It was the cider Rayna and Tinley were drinking when I ran into them at the pub. It seemed like yesterday, but also a lifetime ago.
“Which one do you want to try next?” He grinned.
“The lemon one.” I pointed to a miniature confection that was shaped like a lemon. The skin puckered like real lemon peel.
Again, we shared it. The sour sweetness burst on my tongue. “Oh, I like that one.”
He nodded in agreement.
We continued like this until we’d tried them all.
Next, we wander around the room from station to station.
There was a craft table where everyone got to draw a picture of the wish they wanted to ask the wizard for.
Another station had Oz themed board games and card games.
There was a coloring station where we got to color our version of different scenes from the movie.
“What would you like to do?” Patrick asked.
I approached the coloring station and flipped through the pages until I found one of the landscapes of Emerald City and the forest and part of the brick road.
“I’d like to color.” Sitting down was difficult, thankfully the stools had cushions.
Patrick picked up his phone and frowned.
“Take it.” Smoothing out the paper. “I’ll color you a surprise, Daddy. You can’t see it until it’s done.”
“Okay.” He bent down and tilted my head up. His lips landed on mine. Soft at first, but then firmer. It made my mind spin. “You stay put until I come back to get you, okay?”
I nodded. He kissed me again.
I loved his lips already. I loved everything about this night. When Patrick gave me a choice on whether to leave or be punished, I did not know the choice would lead me here. Everything about this situation seemed unlikely to get us here. It didn’t feel like we were playing.
A woman approached the table. I almost covered the paper, but looked up to find her eyes not on me, but on a man behind her who was smiling and nodding at her encouragingly. She turned back to face me, wringing her hands together. Her eyes darted around.
“Hi,” I said.
Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. She swallowed and tried again.
“Hello.” Her hands gripped the chair across from me. Her knuckles turned white.
“Would you like to color with me?” I asked.
“Hm.” She looked back at the dark-haired man, but whipped her head back around and answered me. “Yes, please.”
Then she froze. Her bottom lip trembled.
“Are you okay?” I leaned forward. “Please have a seat.”
She pulled the chair back, and it scraped the floor, making a loud screech. She gasped. I giggled.
She smiled and sat down.
“Hi, I’m Kylie.” I held out my hand. She looked at it before taking it and shaking. She didn’t really have to; her whole body trembled enough.
“Annabelle.” She tried smiling again. It barely registered on her face.
“Are you okay?” I looked back at the man and then back at her. “You seem nervous.”
“This is my second time at one of these events.” She whispered. If the music hadn’t stopped at that moment, I wouldn’t have heard her.
“Is that your daddy?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She gave me a genuine smile this time, and I relaxed. “He made me promise I would try to make friends this time, but it’s hard.”
“Making friends is hard.” I sat up. “But, consider your mission accomplished. I’ll be your friend and you can be mine.”
“Yay!” She raised her hands in the air and clapped them. It made me giggle, and she started giggling, and we both couldn’t stop.
I looked around and found Patrick just off the edge of the play area on the phone. He smiled.
“Is that your daddy?” Annabelle asked.
“No.”
Her face dropped. “Oh, I thought I saw him feeding you and you kissed him.” It was her turn to look concerned. “That’s too bad. He looks like he would make a wonderful daddy.”
“I think he wants to be my daddy, but it’s complicated.” I went back to coloring. “He’s my boss.” I didn’t mean to share that part.
She flipped through the images. “That could be complicated, but it doesn’t have to be. Oh, you could quit! Then it’s no longer complicated.”
“But I love my job.” I frowned. The news about Cecil Dandridge being stopped made my year.
He was a shady character in and out of jail his whole life.
After failing as a drug lord and attempting to operate a betting ring, he eventually resorted to running sex parties and human auctions.
He was the lowest of low criminals, and I had a part in stopping him.
“You could find another daddy.” She said more to herself. “But from the way he’s looking at you, I don’t think he would like that.”
I sighed.
“You’re right. It is complicated.” Annabelle said.
“Yep. That’s my life.” I nodded. “One big, complicated mess.”
“Well, maybe if we keep coloring, you will figure it out.” Annabelle tapped my paper. “Coloring always makes things clear for me.”
“Great idea, Annabelle.” I patted her hand. She smiled.
We fell silent, coloring our prospective pictures while going over the events of the evening in my head.
I had never felt so encased in my littleness, and never had a Daddy who felt more like a real Daddy. Patrick was the real deal, and if nothing went beyond this one night between us, I was grateful I had the chance to experience it. I suddenly knew what I wanted in my life.
I wanted to let my sister go.
I wanted to live my life again.
I wanted to continue to help those people who can’t help themselves.
I wanted to live a little lifestyle, and I wanted Patrick as my Daddy.
I really wanted Patrick as my daddy. I really wanted Patrick as my daddy.
I clicked my heels three times as I said it for good measure. We were in Emerald City after all.
I just hoped he felt the same.