Chapter 31
PATRICK
Quad IV staff lined up along the entryway.
Later, I discovered their hodgepodge of outfits depicted characters from Munchkin Land.
The prop lollipops they held were bigger than their heads.
A few were dressed as soldiers, spinning color guard rifles.
As we walked down the hall, one by one they squawked, “Follow the yellow brick road!” in different accents.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” A house sub I recognized winked and grinned.
Rayna and Tinley were already beside themselves, giggling and pointing at the ridiculous display of costumes and makeup, answering each greeting with a “Thank you.”
When they each received a smaller version of the lollipops, they stepped through the gold-edged door into Oz.
Kylie gripped my hand. She hadn’t quite reached full little space yet. While the conversation went well, more discussion needed to be done. But not tonight. Tonight I wanted to enjoy my little girl. I wanted my little girl to enjoy herself.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” A soldier handed her a lollipop. She hesitated and looked up at me. I nodded.
“Thank you,” she said and tucked it into the front pocket of her overall dress.
The rest of our group had already stepped through the opening.
Leaving Kylie and me in the hallway. I looked down at my little girl, but her face displayed something other than excitement.
Her lips turned downward. She fidgeted and looked around.
Her feet tapped back and forth like she was rehearsing a secret dance.
Anxious energy wafted off her, and Kylie wasn’t an anxious person.
Typically, she’d have asked a few hundred questions, but she was surprisingly silent. I needed to do something.
We stepped past the entrance. Before she could protest, I pulled Kylie into a small equipment room and closed the door behind us.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” While I appreciated the moniker, there was no feeling behind it. Kylie was all in her head, and she was happier when she was leading with her heart. As her daddy, it was my job to remind her.
“Nothing’s wrong, little sneak.” I perched myself up on a counter that ran the perimeter of three sides of the room pulling Kylie between my legs. “I just thought you might want a second to compose yourself. You’re not feeling especially little right now. Am I right?”
She sniffled and nodded. Her eyes pooled with tears, but she blinked them away. “I don’t know why. I want to be little.” The corners of her lips turned down. I leaned in and kissed the frown away on one side and then the other.
“I am so proud of you.” Pressing my lips to her forehead. “The way you owned up to your mistake and were open and honest with them was amazing.”
I pressed my lips to hers and she whimpered.
“But...” She didn’t continue.
“What’s wrong? What are you feeling?” I cradled the back of her head.
“I just don’t want to be big right now.” She laid her head on my chest. “Can you help me get into little space?”
“Of course, baby girl.” I kissed the top of her head. “Tell me what you need.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think maybe a spanking might do the trick.” I lifted her head to look into her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
She blinked and nodded.
I surveyed the room. The room contained audio/visual equipment, not any toys or implements for spanking a little girl into little space.
I pushed her back and stepped away from the counter. I took her hand and led her to the other side of the room, where a desk and an office chair sat.
We stood facing each other. I tilted her head up to look into my eyes.
Despite the sadness in her eyes, a flicker of hope was present. I pushed a stray piece of her blond hair behind her ear. “What’s your safe word, little sneak?”
She inhaled and exhaled.
“Red.”
“Red what?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed until recognition hit her. “Red, Daddy.”
“Very good. And if you want me to slow down or give you a break?”
“Yellow, Daddy.” She nodded.
“What color are you now?” I kissed her lips.
She whispered. “Green,” and let out a little giggle, but it filled my heart. There was my little girl.
“Okay, when I tell you, I want you to slide your panties down to your knees, lay yourself over the desk and ask me for your spanking.”
Her throat hitched, and she nibbled on her lip.
“Can you do that for me?” I kissed her cheek, and she nodded.
“Use your words, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice rose an octave higher than normal. “I can do it.”
“That’s my good girl.” I pulled her jacket off, folded it, and set it in the middle of the desk to give her something a little softer than the hard wood to lay her head on. Her cheeks tinged pink. The color spread up to her ears and down her chest. “Okay, get into position.”
She stepped back, keeping her eyes on me.
She reached underneath the layers of tulle and pushed her panties down to her knees.
As she turned, her hip brushed against me, and laid herself across the desk.
Her dress bunched around her hips. I peeled off one layer, then another.
It was like a treasure hunt; on the fifth layer, I found what I was looking for.
“Oh, Kylie.” I groaned. Her ass was as perfect as I remembered from yesterday, but this time I made no concessions to look away from her pretty little pussy, perfectly framed at the apex of her pale white thighs.
I ran a hand across her lower back and down her left thigh and circled back and caressed down her right one.
She shifted on her feet but stayed in place.
“You ready, Kylie?” I stepped to the side to see her face.
“Please, Daddy.” She sniffled. “Can I please have a spanking?”
“Yes, you may, and good girl for asking for what you need.” I rubbed her lower back.
“Daddy.” She lifted her head. “Can you hold my hands so I don’t reach back and hurt myself?”
My cock had been semi-hard since she asked for the spanking. Her rubbing up against me didn't help, but now it was uncomfortably pressing against my zipper.
She placed her hands across her lower back. I laced my fingers with hers and pressed her down.
She whimpered.
And then I lifted my other hand and brought it down on her backside.
Smack.
My intent was to warm her up, but on instinct, I knew she could handle more and her little was also eager to get on with having fun with the other girls.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She jumped and came up on her toes every time my hand connected with her flesh. It didn’t take long to turn her ass into a pleasant shade of red. I wanted her to feel it tonight, but also remind her tomorrow that she was little and she was loved. Maybe the next day, too.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She whimpered through sniffles. Her body shivered, and she pressed her little butt up in the air. I pressed her back down. I wanted to make sure my hand hit in the right spot, building on the previous contact.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“What color are you, little girl?” I paused, my hand raised. The heat radiated off her ass. Her pussy glistened. A hint of her arousal tickled my nose.
“Green, Daddy,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I continued, with her spanking, down to her sit spots. Giving them some attention before moving back to the center of each cheek, back and forth.
She continued answering me with whimpers and moans, but after a quick succession of smacks, she went silent. Her body slumped fully against the desk, her legs barely holding her up. Subspace.
Damn, she was so beautiful, inside and out. A warmth spread throughout my body. I lightly ran my hand over her discolored skin. Her body shivered. There was nothing else soft in the room, so I used the only thing I could to cover her.
I lay my body over her, holding her up while protecting her on all sides. She leaned back into my touch.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” I ran my hands down her sides. “I’ve got you.” She whimpered in response. Tears fell from my little girl's eyes, but other than that she was floating in some far-off land.
We stayed like that until Kylie began rocking her hips, seeking friction.
“Kylie.”
She grumbled but didn’t open her eyes.
“Little sneak.” I stilled her hips.
She protested. “Daddy,” she whimpered. “I need you.”
“Kylie, baby.” I kissed the side of her face. She drifted out of subspace and blinked her eyes open.
“Please, Daddy.” She reached back and rubbed her hands across the front of my pants. “I want you inside me.”
“Kylie, sweetheart.” I looked around the room we were in. “I hardly pictured the first time I took you to be in a room like this.”
My cock didn’t care. It was painfully rock hard. Her hand rubbed the head. I stopped and held her hand to me. I was about to come in my pants, which would do neither of us any good.
“Please, Daddy.” And there it was, that pout I could not resist. I leaned over her and kissed the pout away, hard and firm. She twisted under me to get closer.
I pulled back, and she gasped. “No.”
“Be patient, little one.” I turned Kylie onto her back.
Her dress covered her back up. I didn’t care; I was ready to go hunting again.
I unbuttoned and released my cock before it broke off.
Kylie, suddenly bright-eyed and totally present, sat up on her elbows.
She bit her lip, watching me stroke myself.
I yanked her panties the rest of the way off her feet, lifted her thighs and pressed her knees back into her chest.
The layers pooled at her waist, and her slick pussy came into view. Bare with slightly swollen lips, her clit peeked out, fully aroused.
I was ready to drive in, but first, I wanted a taste.
I bent to get a closer look, poking my tongue out to lick against her seam.
“Oh, my goodness.” She fell back against the desk, unable to hold herself up. “More, Daddy.”
“Bossy girl.” I whispered and wiggled my tongue between the seam and tasted her sweet essence. She moaned and tried to get away. I pulled her back to the edge of the desk, dropped my cock and spread her with my fingers. Her pussy was the prettiest shade of pink, and so wet for me.
“Is all this wetness from your spanking or from me?” I teased her entrance with the tip of my fingers.
“Both,” she giggled. “Oh, God.”
I pressed a finger inside of her. She clenched around it, drawing me in. I continued devouring her, wanting her to come before I fucked her. My cock was a decent size and I needed to take it slow.
I ran my tongue through per pussy while slowing fucking her with two fingers now. Rubbing my knuckle over her g-spot while sucking on her clit.
“Oh, Patrick.” She moaned and her body twisted; I held her tight and continued. “Oh, Daddy. Yes!” she screamed and stilled and then exploded against my tongue.
Her channel gripped my fingers. I wanted to feel it on my cock.
I removed my fingers and sucked her juices off them. Searching my pockets, I found a condom in my wallet. I put it in there just in case, but I had figured it would happen later tonight.
Her body twitched as I stood over her. Bending over, I captured her lips with mine and pressed my tongue into her mouth. Letting her taste herself on my lips. She lapped it up and moaned. Rocking her hips against my cock.
“Baby girl.” I held her chin. “Look at me.” Her eyes blinked open. It took them a minute to focus.
“Please, Daddy.” She squirmed beneath me. “I want you inside me. Please.”
“God, Kylie. I loved hearing you beg like that, but are you sure?”
“Well.” She bit her lip. “You’re not thinking about kicking me out on Monday, are you?”
“Oh, baby, no. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Then, please fuck me, Daddy.” She reached between me. I stilled her hand. “I want it like this. Hard and fast.” She looked around. “It’s perfect. We can be soft and mushy next time.” She giggled.
“Be careful what you ask for, little sneak.”
“Give it to me, Daddy.”