Chapter 23
COLT
The sound of tires crunching over gravel distracts me from the dozens of unread emails I’m currently wading through. A moment later, the front door slams open and the sound of happy, excited Little girls fills the house.
I’m just about to go find my own babygirl when my office door opens and Tabby appears, her head bowed and her Auntie Gray standing behind her.
“Your Little girl has something to tell you.” Gray nudges my Little one forward. “Go on, honey. It’s okay.”
Head still down, Tabby shuffles forward, and my Daddy radar goes nuts. If I have ever seen a more guilty-looking Little girl in my life, I don’t remember. “What do you need to tell me, Tabitha Grace?”
She peeks up then, just enough for me to catch the glimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling in a way that has both my heart and cock aching.
“What are you sorry for, baby?”
Lifting her head, she glances over her shoulder at my sister, who nods encouragingly. With a soft sigh, she turns back to me, her eyes downcast. “I was naughty. Auntie Gray took us to the bookstore but I got bored and snuck out to the candy shop when she wasn’t looking.”
A dozen scenarios run through my mind, each more horrific than the last. I know, on some logical level, that the odds of my babygirl being kidnapped in broad daylight in downtown Forbidden Pines are so low as to be nonexistent, but knowing that does nothing to quell the fear and fury coursing through my veins.
“That was very naughty, indeed. Did your Auntie Gray spank your bottom for sneaking off like that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” Glancing up, I catch my sister’s eye and she jerks her head toward the hall.
Taking her cue, I rise from my chair and point to an empty corner in my office.
“I want you to put your nose in that corner, with your skirts up so Daddy can see your diaper. I’m going to go talk to your Auntie and when I get back, I expect to see you in that corner or you will be going to bed tonight with your bottom full of Daddy’s cum. ”
With a shocked squeak, she hurries to the corner, gathering her skirts up around her waist. Satisfied she’ll stay where I’ve put her, I step out into the hall with Grayson, closing the door behind us. “What happened today?”
“I don’t know, exactly.” Gray runs a hand over her ponytail, a move that tells me she’s agitated, more so than just a little naughtiness would inspire.
“We didn’t get much of a chance to talk about why she snuck off.
But when I found her, she was chatting it up with the sheriff.
I asked her about their conversation and it sounds like they just talked about jellybeans mostly, but I don’t know what she told Reese when I wasn’t around. ”
“I’m sure if it was anything… untoward, Reese wouldn’t have let you out of her sight. You really need to do something about all this animosity you hold toward the good sheriff.”
Gray scowls. “I wouldn’t have any animosity if she’d keep her nose out of our business.”
Because I know a losing battle when I’m neck-deep in one, I hold up my hands in surrender. “Whatever you say. Now, is that everything, or can I go deal with the very naughty Little girl in my office?”
“That’s it.”
With a nod, I turn away from my sister and push open the door of my office. Little Tabby is exactly where I left her, facing the corner with her cute little diaper on display. My cock jumps at the thought of the punishment to come, and I school my expression into stern lines.
“Come here, Tabitha.”
Head once more bowed, she slowly turns and shuffles over to stand in front of me. Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her head up so she’s looking me in the eye.
“It was very naughty of you to run off on Auntie Gray like that. Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“All right. Go bend over the edge of Daddy’s desk.” Releasing her chin, I reach for the buckle of my belt. Unfortunately for my Little girl, I didn’t have any video conferences today so I’m wearing jeans and my thick leather belt rather than the thin dress belt I usually wear with my suits.
Eyes wide, Tabby hurries over to my desk and bends over the edge, her diapered bottom lifted high. Taking my time, I pull my belt from the loops, delighted when she visibly shivers at the sound.
I place the belt on the desk in front of her so she can see it while I peel the diaper from her, exposing her bottom. All evidence of her punishment from Auntie Gray has disappeared, though I wouldn’t be surprised if there is some lingering soreness.
Picking up the belt again, I tap the leather against her bare bottom. “Do you know why it’s so important for Little girls not to wander off, Tabitha Grace?”
“Um. So we don’t get into trouble?”
I raise the belt high and swing it down across her bottom. The crack of leather meeting flesh echoes around my office, joined by my babygirl’s startled cry of pain.
“That is part of it,” I say as I watch a bright-red line appear across the middle of her bottom. “What else?”
Silence greets my question, so I whip the belt across her bottom again, a bit lower this time. “Answer me, Tabitha.”
“I don’t know!” She cries out as I stripe her bottom a third time. “I’m not a child! It’s not like I don’t know how to cross the street on my own!”
“You may not be a literal child, but you are a Little girl.” A fourth welt appears, and Tabby dances in place, her reddened bottom jiggling with the movement. “More importantly, you are my Little girl. And it’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”
Twice more I whip her trembling globes before pausing to run my hand over the heated, welted flesh. “It is also your auntie and uncles’ responsibility. So when you are with them, I expect you to listen to their rules and do as you are told. Do you understand me, Tabitha Grace?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she wails, her voice breaking.
Good. We’re almost there.
Over and over I bring the belt down, covering her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs with thick, red welts. By the time I finish, she’s collapsed against the desk, her entire body shaking with sobs, her tears soaking the wood.
Freeing my aching cock from my jeans, I grip her hips, slowly pushing into her soaked sheath. Beneath me, my Little girl trembles and whimpers as I bury myself inside her.
“You belong to me, Tabitha Grace.” Rocking my hips, I fuck her with agonizing slowness, making sure she feels every single inch of my cock stretching her tight little cunt.
“Which means I expect you to listen to the grownups charged with taking care of what’s mine.
The next time you sneak off or disobey or otherwise put yourself in danger, not only will I spank your bottom until you can’t sit comfortably, I will also fuck your tight little asshole every day for a week.
This is not a game to me, Tabitha Grace. ”
Her sobs reach a crescendo as I bury myself in her one final time, filling her with my cum. Leaning down, I cover her with my body, the heat of her well-punished ass pressing against my groin. “You are mine, little girl. And you will not take risks with what belongs to me. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she chokes out, nodding her head against the tear-soaked wood.
“That’s my good girl.” Pulling free of her tight sheath, I tuck my cock back into my jeans and thread my belt through the loops. I scoop my babygirl up in my arms, carrying her to my desk chair, where I sit with her cradled on my lap.
Opening the top drawer, I pull out her favorite pacifier, the one with a triceratops face painted on it and pop it into her mouth. She sucks ferociously on the paci, her head falling onto my shoulder as her tears continue to fall.
Poor little thing. I was harsher with her than I’ve ever been, but if that’s what it takes to get through to her, then I have no regrets.
As I said. She is mine. And I won’t let anything, especially not her, keep me from protecting my Little girl.