Chapter 3
COLT
Still holding Tabby’s chin, I wait for her to continue arguing, fully prepared to pull her back over my knee for another spanking.
But she doesn’t argue. At my declaration, all the fight seems to leave her. Shoulders slumping, she lets out a soft sigh. “Okay.”
Something isn’t right. Last night she was loud and adventurous and full of life. And when she first tried to run this morning I assumed I’d have a little fighter on my hands.
But ever since her fall, she seems so… subdued. There are hints of the firecracker I met the night before, but overall, she’s far more agreeable than I would have expected under the circumstances.
Maybe it’s a side effect of the drug I slipped her last night. Breakfast and a walk down the strip should help work any lingering effects out of her system, but I make a mental note to call Doctor D later if that doesn’t seem to do the trick.
Pushing aside my worries, I run the pad of my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “Good girl. Now, let’s get you washed up so we can go enjoy the strip a bit before we have to leave.”
She nods silently, and those same worries niggle at my brain as I pour body wash into the wet cloth in my hand. My babygirl remains quiet as a mouse while I wash her, putting up only a modicum of resistance when I wash her pretty little pussy.
“All right, little firecracker. Up on your knees.”
I’m secretly hoping that my use of her nickname will spark a bit of that fire I saw in her last night. And for a moment, I see the defiance flashing in her eyes and my blood heats at the thought of reddening her ass again.
But the flash is gone almost as quickly as it came and she slowly pushes up onto her hands and knees to present me with her bottom. I take my time, slowly pushing my soapy finger past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, watching her face as I do so to see how she reacts.
The answer is… she doesn’t. Other than a slight wince, she doesn’t react at all. No whimpering or whining or protesting like I’m used to hearing from my nieces.
Perhaps I should give Doctor D a call sooner rather than later.
Or perhaps I should see if I can get a reaction out of her some… other way.
With my fingers still buried in her ass, I slide my free hand under her stomach, down to her sweet little cunt. Last night she was dripping for me by the time we got back to the hotel.
And this morning is no different.
Perfect.
“You’re being a very good girl for me, Tabby,” I murmur as I stroke her swollen clit. “Do you want a reward for being such a good, sweet little baby for Daddy?”
She tenses, every muscle locking up, and for several long moments she doesn’t respond. But then I press more insistently on her clit and she whimpers softly.
“Use your words, baby.” I let my voice stay gentle, coaxing as I draw lazy circles around her clit. “Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?”
Another quiet whimper, and then, almost too quiet for me to hear, “Yes.”
I should let it go at that. She did as she was told, using her words. But I’ve always been a demanding Daddy, and I want more than barely whispered responses. I want her begging, pleading, frantic and desperate for my touch.
“What was that, baby? Daddy couldn’t hear you.”
Her cheeks, which are already pink from the heat of the bath, darken even further. But instead of repeating herself, she rocks her hips backward, a shocked cry ripping from her throat as the movement impales her even further on my finger.
Drinking in her sweet sounds of distressed pleasure, I move my finger in and out of her pretty little bottom. “If you want Daddy to fuck your bottom, all you have to do is ask, little firecracker.”
“No!” The strangled cry is accompanied by a frantic shake of her head. But her pussy is still dripping for me, and when I slide a finger inside her, filling both her holes, she immediately clamps down around me.
“I think you’re lying, my naughty little baby. I think you’re enjoying having Daddy finger your tight little bottom and your pretty pussy at the same time. Aren’t you, babygirl?”
Another shake of her head, her damp hair flying with the movement. “No, no I don’t like it at all.”
Even as she protests, her pussy spasms again, and I don’t bother to try and hide my laughter as I continue working her into a frenzy. “Naughty little liar. Do you know what happens to Little girls who tell lies, Tabitha?”
At that, she freezes, her breath hitching as she responds. “N-no.”
“They get their mouths washed out with soap before taking Daddy’s cock down their throat. But do you know what the worst part is, little firecracker?”
“Wh-what?”
Leaning in, I drop my voice to a low growl. “They don’t get to come. And they have to spend the rest of the day wandering around Las Vegas with their poor little pussies dripping with need. Is that what you want, Tabitha?”
“No!”
“Then be a good girl and tell Daddy what you do want. And be honest.”
A sob bursts out of her as she rocks back again, fucking herself with my fingers. “Please… Daddy, please…”
Maybe a better man, a nicer man would accept that response.
But I am neither.
“Please, what, Tabitha? Use your big girl words and tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
Another sob as she continues rocking, chasing her pleasure. “C-can’t.”
“Daddy can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask, little one.”
It’s a good thing I have a change of clothes with me, because with every movement water splashes out of the tub, soaking my already wet suit.
And then, finally, just when I’m about to pull my fingers free and tell her she’s missed her chance, she breaks.
“Please let me come, Daddy! Please, please, please!”
So close. She’s so fucking close, in every possible way. “Do you want to come while Daddy fucks your cute little bottom with his finger?”
“Yes, yes, please, Daddy! Please!”
Triumph wells in my chest. “That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy.”
Her scream echoes off the walls of the bathroom as her pussy clamps so tightly around my finger I wince. Fucking hell, I can’t wait to fuck her again. My cock is aching, desperate to be buried inside her once more.
But that first time was just for security. To have proof of my claim on my sweet little wife. My family has their traditions when it comes to weddings, so taking her again will have to wait.
Once we’re home, however… every inch of her body will belong to me.
Tabitha
Every ounce of tension feels as though it’s been drained from my body. I barely even notice when Daddy pulls his finger from my bottom, though I do notice how empty I feel after he does.
Do I… Do I actually miss having something shoved up my butt?
No. Not possible.
Right?
I’m feeling far too floaty to actually focus on that question, so I let it drift to the back of my mind, where hopefully my subconscious will work things out.
Daddy finishes washing my bottom before helping me to lay back again so he can wash my hair.
The hypnotic rhythm of his fingers moving over my scalp nearly lulls me to sleep again.
Once I’m finally all clean, he lifts me from the tub, drying my skin with such care it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
Only now, they aren’t tears of humiliation and frustration, but of…
well, I’m not really sure what it is I’m feeling.
It feels too raw to be simple happiness, but I don’t have a name for the odd ache in my chest.
“All right, little firecracker. Let’s get you dressed.”
When he hoists me up into his arms, I wrap my arms and legs around him, telling myself it’s just so I don’t fall.
Liars get their mouths washed out with soap, remember?
I wonder if lying to myself counts.
Before I can wander too far down that particular rabbit hole, we stop, and I force my heavy eyelids open.
And gasp in pure shock.
In front of me is the most incredible dress I’ve ever seen.
A couple years ago, I got a random ad online for these fairytale dresses, made of layers and layers of tulle and lace and silk.
Every now and then, I’d let myself peruse the online store, sighing over how pretty they were and daydreaming of being able to afford even one of those dresses.
Now there’s one hanging right in front of me, and the want is an ache in my chest. Reaching out a hand, I run my fingers lovingly over the blue-and-white pattern. “Oh. Oh, it’s so pretty.”
“I’m glad you think so. Because it’s all yours.”
Admiration twists into horror as I snatch my hand away. “I can’t wear that! It’s too pretty!”
“Nonsense. Nothing is too pretty for my babygirl.”
Heat that’s both embarrassment and pleasure floods my cheeks. “That dress is…” I shake my head, unable to think of the right word to describe the creation in front of me. “I’ll ruin it in an hour. Give me something normal to wear, please.”
Daddy hums quietly, as if he’s seriously considering my demands. “I’m not going to do that. But I will give you a choice.”
Suspicion crawls up my spine and I narrow my eyes at him as he grabs both the dress and some kind of duffel bag from the closet. “What kind of choice?”
Carrying me to the bed, he lays the dress and me both out on top of the rumpled covers. A smile curves his lips as he stares down at me. “You can choose to wear your new dress with a sore bottom or without a sore bottom.”
“That’s not a choice!”
“It certainly is.” Unwrapping the towel, he exposes me to his gaze, and my entire body heats at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in my naked form. “Maybe not the choice you want, but it is certainly a choice.”
I want to wear that dress. So damn bad it’s like a physical ache in my tummy. But I’m also terrified of what will happen if I ruin it.
On the other hand, Daddy has already proven he has no problem spanking me for refusing to follow his directions. And, well, it’s his money to waste. “Fine. I’ll wear it.” I add a hint of attitude to my voice, like I’m not secretly thrilled at the prospect of wearing such a gorgeous creation.
Chuckling, Daddy reaches into the odd duffel bag and pulls a white bottle free. “I’m glad we settled that.”
Twisting the cap to open it, he turns the bottle upside down, and a fine white powder sprinkles over my private parts. The powder is cool, refreshing, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I can’t shake the suspicion that something big is happening. “Umm. What are you doing?”
One eyebrow cocking, he continues to sprinkle the powder all over my down there area. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re putting baby powder on me. Why?”
“Because I enjoy the way it smells.” Letting that explanation hang in the air, he pulls something else from the bag and my brain simply stops working as I try to make sense of what I’m seeing.
“And because it will help keep your bottom and your pussy nice and fresh while you’re wearing your diaper. ”