Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Phase two of the punishment wasn’t exactly fun, either.
Trixie found herself wearing only a diaper and being made to sit in a large, adult-sized playpen.
“They call this the thinking pen,” John announced as he stood before it in the den where it had been erected moments earlier.
“It’s where naughty Littles like you can have a timeout and reflect on their actions.
” He bent down, kissed her forehead, and then stood again.
“Don’t move until Daddy comes back for you. ”
“But Daddy! What if my friends come in here?” She assumed the others were due back from Auntie Athena’s at any time.
“Well, honey, then they’ll be instructed not to talk to you. And don’t talk to them, either. Not until you’re out of timeout.”
The thought of Iris, Lana, and the other women seeing her wearing only a diaper as she sat in the playpen was enough to make nearly make Trixie wish she was getting another spanking instead.
But as the soreness from the strap reverberated up her backside, she realized that wasn’t a great option, either. So, instead of arguing, she grumbled, “Yes, Sir.”
John left her alone and the minutes dragged by excruciatingly slowly.
She shifted, trying to find relief on her sore bottom, and the diaper crinkled loudly. It was so darn thick! Perhaps she should be thankful for that, she thought. At least it gave her a little padding. It would probably hurt even worse to sit without it!
As the first few minutes stretched on to ten and then twenty, Trixie realized two things.
First, what she’d done was really bad and Daddy was trying to teach her a valuable lesson. One that just might keep her alive.
So while the experience certainly wasn’t fun, she understood why John was laying it on so thick.
That led her to the second thing she realized.
Daddy was strict!
The man clearly didn’t play around. She needed to keep that in mind moving forward. Her habit of getting into sticky situations was going to get her into some major trouble if she wasn’t careful.
She needed to get it under control. Before she got hurt—or worse, as was the potential tonight—or before she had a red bottom every single day.
Some of the Daddies came in and out of the den, seemingly setting up for something. None of them said anything to her, though. They all knew how it went when one of the Littles was in timeout.
That must have applied to the other girls, too, because Iris and Cami sauntered in at one point, talking to their respective Daddies. They cast glances in Trixie’s direction, so she assumed they saw her, but they never said anything.
Samantha came in, too, after getting home from Auntie Athena’s, looking for a stuffie she’d left on the couch. She absolutely noticed Trixie, giving her a nod and a quick raised fist to signal solidarity as she left.
Ten minutes later, John reappeared. “Have you had some time to think, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what did you come up with?”
Trixie took a moment to reflect before answering. “I really need to be careful, Sir. What I did was dangerous. I could have died. Or put someone else in grave danger, too.”
John nodded, his dark eyes registering that he accepted her answer. He reached down for her and hoisted her out of the playpen as if she weighed nothing.
“Good girl.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her from the den and upstairs. They passed Lana and Annika in the hallway. But Trixie wasn’t embarrassed about her nakedness, with her chest pressed tightly against Daddy like it was.
They went into her room and John placed her gently on the bed. Squatting down to be level with her, he peered into her eyes. “I know that was a long, hard punishment, honey. But do you understand why I did it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, his palm on the side of her face, his touch bringing warmth and acceptance.
“Trixie, I’ve searched for you my whole life.
Or damn near close to it. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to have you leave me because of your irresponsible actions.
And, most importantly, I don’t want you getting hurt.
You’re going to live a nice, long, full life and it’s Daddy’s job to ensure that happens. Are we on the same page?”
A tear fell from her eye, but John used his thumb to swipe it away.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His smile was warm. His eyes inviting. “This isn’t how I pictured our first kiss—coming after a spanking. I guess I got the order backward. But oh well.”
Trixie shook excitedly as fireworks erupted in her stomach when John’s lips pressed against hers.
The kiss was long and hungry, leaving her nearly breathless.
She was a little disappointed when John stood. She was hoping they’d explore their newfound romance a bit further. Perhaps that would come tonight. Right now, it seemed as if John had something else in mind.
“Daddy Guard meeting in five,” he announced.
“About me?”
“Yes, honey.” He started rummaging through one of the drawers in the dresser and came out with a t-shirt. “We’re going to come up with a plan to get these idiots off your back. You can’t hide out forever. It’s no kind of life. Besides, I want you safe. Not looking over our shoulders every day.”
She raised her arms as he slid the shirt on, tugging it down gently over her head and putting it in place. Trixie quickly realized it wasn’t long enough to cover her diaper, but that was probably by choice.
Daddies seem to like views of padded booties around the mansion.
“Am I going to the meeting, Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, honey. I think it would be good if you heard the plan. We’d like your input. Besides, we might have some questions and you can certainly shed light on things. Plus…” he picked her up again and held her close “…I want you close to me. Today scared me. I need you on my lap and in my arms.”
That was just fine with Trixie.
Because in Daddy’s arms was right where she wanted to be.