Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
Isaac
I spend the next hour unpacking the boxes that came this morning. The items that belong in the kitchen get put away in the cabinets. Amber will find out about them as I use them. I fill a laundry basket with a folded pile of clothes I bought for her and set the basket next to her door.
Spence texts me to let me know he’s sending a messenger with the paperwork I need to sign, and I’m relieved he arrives while Amber is still napping. She can’t ask any questions about something she’s not aware of.
I hate to wake her, but she will have trouble sleeping tonight if I let her go much longer. The nap was necessary after the long, hard cry, but an hour is enough. Plus, she needs to eat.
I pad into her room, sit on the edge of her bed, and gently rub her back.
She whimpers. “Daddy?”
“I’m right here, baby. You need to wake up and come eat.”
“Don’t wanna.” She flips her head in the other direction.
I chuckle. “Not optional, baby. You need to have some lunch, and then we’re going to talk.”
She shakes her head. Fuck she’s adorable. “My ass hurts.”
“It’s going to hurt more if you keep cussing. No more cussing.”
She lifts her head, turns to look at me, and narrows her gaze. “You can’t order me not to cuss.”
I lift a brow.
She groans. “Isaac!”
“I prefer Daddy, and Daddy makes the rules.”
“You haven’t even told me the rules yet.”
I chuckle. “I’ve told you a few. I’ve warned you what will happen if you give me the slip ever again. I’ve also told you there will be no more spinning around in circles, no more closing doors, and no touching your pussy.”
She sighs and rolls onto her side. “What else? Lay it on me now.”
“Sassy girl. No sassing Daddy. I bet Cassandra told you what some of her rules are, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, but she plays at a pretty young age.”
“Well, we’ll start there and adjust as we go along.”
She gasps dramatically as though I told her she had to go to bed without dinner. It’s hard to keep a straight face when my girl brings out her sassy side. She’s always done it, but now it has a new meaning.
“No running in the house. No cussing. No shouting.”
She rolls her eyes.
“No eye-rolling,” I add.
“Daddy!”
“What did I say about shouting?” I tease.
“And what are you going to do when I break these rules?”
“Most days, I’m going to spank you like I did the first time.” I tap her nose and lean closer. “Spank you just enough to make your pussy clench with need. And then I’ll let you suffer without giving you relief.”
“That’s mean.”
“Then maybe don’t break the rules.” I stand and hold out a hand. “Up, baby.”
She winces as she eases off the edge of the bed. “I need clothes.”
“Nope. You need food. This shirt is fine for now. You’re the one who chose it.”
“I was trying to antagonize you,” she says in a sulky voice.
“Backfired.” I grab her hand and haul her into the kitchen. When we reach the table, I release her to pull out a chair. “Lift your shirt and sit on your bare bottom. The cool chair will feel better than sitting on your shirt.”
“I’m not going to sit on my bare ass at the table,” she retorts with her hands on her hips.
I cup the back of her neck and look her in the eyes. “You will get no more warnings. The next cuss word will land you in the corner. I know you’re testing me, but you need me to enforce boundaries. Trust me, you will fall into a new routine that’s much more suitable for you as soon as you realize Daddy is not playing around. Are you going to sit on your naked bottom for me like a good girl now?”
She glances at the corner. “I got scared when I was in the corner last time.”
“I will stay with you the next time and make sure you don’t panic. If you do, we can try a different kind of discipline.”
“Like what?”
“You can sit at the table and write sentences. I bet you’ll think twice about your behavior after you write I will not sass my Daddy one hundred times.”
She swallows.
I can see her mind trying to come up with more arguments. I decide to go ahead and throw out more options. “I’ve got a nice ginger root in the refrigerator. Do you know what Daddies do with ginger roots to discipline naughty girls?”
She gasps and shuffles her weight back and forth. “You can’t put that in my bottom.”
“Can’t I?” I lift a brow. I knew she would challenge me. She may push back for a few days, but eventually, she will trust me to always be the Daddy she needs.
I nod toward one of the kitchen chairs. They’re wooden with spokes. “I bet you won’t like having a bullet pushed up into your bottom and turned on so that it vibrates inside you while you sit on a naughty-girl chair for a good long while.”
Her eyes go wide.
“How would you like it if I made you sit naked on that chair with your legs spread open and your ankles wrapped around the legs?”
She shakes her head, her cheeks turning pink.
“Perhaps I could restrain your wrists to the back of the chair and sit in front of you, occasionally teasing your nipples and your clit until the chair is soaked with your juices and you’re so sexually frustrated that you want to cry.”
She shakes her head again.
“Are you going to cuss again?”
“No, Sir.”
“Are you going to sit like a good girl on your bare bottom and eat your lunch now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I thought so.” I release her and round to the back of the chair. As soon as she sits, I push her up to the table.
I’ve had her favorite minestrone soup simmering on the stove for a while. I ladle it into a colorful plastic bowl and bring it, along with a fat toddler spoon, over to the table. “It’s hot, baby. Let it cool for a minute.”
I fill a sippy cup with juice, and when I turn back around, I find her staring at me with watery eyes. She’s gripping the edge of the table.
I set the cup down and sit beside her, rubbing her back as I scoot closer. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She shakes her head, but the tears trickle down.
I’m pretty sure she’s just emotional, but I want her to tell me. “Talk to Daddy.” I reach up and wipe her cheek with my thumb. My chest is tight.
“You’re not going to leave me,” she whispers.
Now my heart hurts. “Never, baby.”
“I might be needy.”
“Challenge accepted.”
She gives me a slow smile and reaches up to rub her eyes. “I don’t want to sit on a chair with something in my butt.”
“Then you’ll learn to be a good girl for Daddy.” I smile.
“Maybe.”
I chuckle. “Eat, baby.” I hand her the chubby spoon and nod toward her soup.
She moans as soon as the first spoonful is in her mouth.
“Good girl.” If there’s one thing I know, it’s that my girl likes to be praised.
When she’s finished eating, she helps me load the dishwasher. “Can I put clothes on now?”
“Yep. You have options.”
She flinches. “What options?”
“I bought you some things I thought you might like to wear when you’re feeling Little.” Seems to me like that might be most of the time for a while, but I’m feeling her out.
She slowly smiles. “Do you mean dresses like Cassandra has?”
“Yep. Do you want to see them?”
She nods, and as I leave the kitchen, she follows me. I snag the basket outside her bedroom, carry it in, and set it on her bed.
My girl squeals when I start pulling out colorful dresses and hold them up for her to see. She takes one from me. “I can’t believe you did this. When did you have time?”
“This morning while you were in your studio.” I hold up a box next.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a monitor. I’m going to install it in the corner of your room while you try on these dresses. How’s that sound?”
“Invasive and overprotective.”
I chuckle. “Then I guess I’m an invasive and overprotective Daddy.” I point toward the bathroom. “You may change in the bathroom if you’re not ready to undress in front of Daddy, but leave the door ajar.”
She grabs a pile of dresses and rushes into the bathroom.
I leave her for a few minutes to grab a stepstool and my toolbox. When I return, she’s coming out of the bathroom wearing a white dress with thin vertical stripes in every color of the rainbow. It’s cotton, and I’m pretty sure my girl has nothing on underneath it.
For one thing, she went into the bathroom wearing nothing but a T-shirt, and I don’t think she keeps spare panties and bras in there. For another thing, I can see the pucker of her nipples against the thin cotton.
I have yet to see her fully naked, but I’m more than aware that her breasts are spectacular. This dress confirms it. She doesn’t need a bra for support. She wasn’t wearing one earlier today with the black dress. There have been many times she’s worn an evening gown without a bra, but this is different.
This dress is for an adult Little. It has a totally different feel from the slinky evening dresses she wears to gallery exhibitions. This dress is designed to fit an adult her size while appearing to be for a toddler at the same time. The bodice is stretched across her breasts. The sleeves are thin straps over her shoulders with a ruffle that makes the dress youthful. The skirt is full and short. If she were to spin, I would see whatever she’s not wearing under it, but not for long because I would spank her ass if I caught her spinning again.
“Do you like it?” she asks softly.
I realize I’ve been standing here like a statue, staring at her for several seconds. I swallow. “I love it.”
She glances down. “I don’t think Cassandra wears a bra when she’s in a Little headspace.”
“I don’t think Amber does either,” I respond, trying to keep my voice playful.
She giggles and turns around to head back into the bathroom.
I move toward the corner of the room to open my stepstool. If she comes out in anything that sexy again, I’ll probably hammer my thumb into the wall or fall off the stool.
Luckily, I’m still measuring to determine where to drill when she comes out the next time.
“Daddy?”
I glance over my shoulder and come down from the stool. Jesus .
This dress is purple. I certainly got the length right for these. They land just below her bottom. Some of them are less Little than others. There’s definitely a fashion style currently with younger women wearing what they call baby-doll dresses. Amber could wear a lot of these dresses out of the house without anyone batting an eye.
The reason I’m tongue-tied is because Amber doesn’t wear dresses most of the time. When she does, they’re usually floor-length. These shorter dresses designed for an adult Little are making me want to press her against the wall, kiss the sense out of her, and reach under the hem to verify that she’s not wearing panties.
“You’re so very pretty, baby. Show me another one,” I encourage.
She grins and spins to rush back into the bathroom.
The spinning makes my heart lurch, but she doesn’t realize the half-turn makes me nervous, so I don’t say anything.
Amber continues to model for me while I mount the camera. I’ve just finished, and I’m bent over putting my tools back in the box when she comes out yet again.
“How about this one, Daddy?”
I rise to look and stop dead. Thank God I’m not up on the stool. I would have fallen off. My girl is turning around in a slow circle as if to display the next dress, except she’s completely naked this time. I nearly swallow my tongue.