Both men remained that way while their
ecstasy flowed through them and their cum filled her channels, then they slowly
pulled out, leaving Candy empty once more. She wanted to cry at the loss.
She flopped down on top of Miguel, who
patted her back and murmured soothing things in Spanish. Bob stroked her hair
and called her his beautiful, lovely little girl. And in the background Frank
said, “That is one fine piece of ass. And only fourteen years old. Just wait’ll
she grows up.
Candy thought,
I’ll never grow up.
I want to always be my Daddy’s little girl, to live in his house and play
whatever games he thinks up for me to play.
She never would’ve done this on
her own. It took her Daddy to push her outside her comfort zone and into an
amazing adventure.
After the men were through with her,
Daddy left them to drink and talk in the living room, but he took Candy
upstairs to bathe her and put her to bed. He filled the tub with water, and as
he stripped off the last of her schoolgirl outfit, Candy felt her older girl
personality slip away. She became very small, very young again.
Her voice was light and weak as she
asked her Daddy, “Have I been a good girl? Did I make the men happy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You were perfect.
You made us all very happy.”
“I’m glad. But now I’m tired and my
bottom hurts. I want you to wash me and put me to bed, Daddy.”
“Are you hungry? Shall I get you some
milk and cookies after your bath?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m just
sleepy.” She lisped the ‘l’ turning it into a ‘w’.
Daddy lifted her and submerged her in
the tub. He washed her hair with baby shampoo, and soaped her body with her
favorite strawberry body wash. He kissed her wet face after he cleaned the
dried cum away. “There. Now you’re all fresh and clean again.”
He lifted her from the tub onto the
bath mat and dried her thoroughly, then combed out her hair with soft strokes
of the brush. Candy shuddered as she recalled what the bristles of that brush
felt like on her bare backside when she was naughty and Daddy had to spank her
with it. Sometimes he slapped her with the paddle side of the brush, but the
bristles hurt more.
When her hair was blown dry and
brushed soft, Daddy powdered her body all over with a puff. It tickled and made
her giggle. He chuckled, too, his voice dark and rumbling. She loved the sound
of her Daddy’s laughter.
“You can sleep in your bed or mine
tonight, your choice,” he said as he put on her short white nightie and little
pajama bottoms
“Yours, please. I want to sleep in
your arms.”
Once more he picked her up and carried
her with her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back the covers on his big
bed and placed her inside.
“I can’t stay with you right now,
sweetheart. My friends are waiting for me downstairs. But I’ll be back, and
I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”
“All right, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, my sweet little
girl.”
The last thing she remembered was the
sound of her Daddy’s heavy footsteps walking across the floor.
Chapter Six
It didn’t take Bob long to adjust to
his new lifestyle. After all, he’d been waiting for years to find this
situation with just the right girl. He was mentally prepared. But he knew it
was harder for Candy. She’d flirted with BDSM role playing before, but nothing
this drastic. She was a modern woman, used to working, paying bills and
controlling all aspects of her life. Now she had nothing to do except be his
little girl. Such subjugation of her will to his was bound to be confusing and
sometimes tedious.
He told her that just because she’d
quit her job it didn’t mean she must literally stay home all the time. While he
was gone during the day she could shop, go to the library or bookstore, on a
nature hike, or to the gym. She could do volunteer work for charity
organizations or take college courses if she wanted to. His only stipulation
was that she must plan her day with him before she started running errands or
making decisions.
Part of their agreement when she moved
in was that he was in charge of her life now, as a father would be for his
child. He set guidelines about the movies, books and music she was allowed to
watch, read and listen to. No drinking and swearing were terms Candy seemed to
find difficult to get used to, and quitting smoking was even harder.
Sometimes she acted out on purpose,
swearing a blue streak or reeking of cigarette smoke. Bob expressed his
disappointment in her and gave her the spankings she’d earned—until he decided
she liked them too much and he must find a better way to get through to her.
The next time she cursed, he put a
ball gag in her mouth and made her wear it for hours. He knew it was
uncomfortable, stretching her jaw and making her throat ache. It was a lesson
she wouldn’t forget.
He’d destroyed all her cigarettes, and
when he found a hidden pack in her bedroom under the mattress, he thought long
and hard about the best way to deal with the transgression. He found her
reading in the living room and sat in the chair across from her.
“Hey, Daddy, what’s up?” Her bright
smile dimmed as she noted his serious expression. She closed the book.
“No ‘Daddy’ right now, Candy. We need
to talk. I found your cigarettes.”
“Oh.”
“I thought we both agreed you would
quit—not because I’m forcing you to but because smoking is bad for you.”
“I know. I have. But once in a while I
still need one.”
“I wish you’d talked to me about this.
It’s the sneakiness I can’t put up with. How can I trust you now?”
She gave a scoffing laugh. “Come on.
It’s such a minor thing. You’re making it a bigger deal than it is.”
“I don’t think so. It reflects your
mind set. You’re disobeying and keeping secrets. I can’t have that in my
house.”
She sat very still. “Are you kicking
me out?”
“Is that what you want?” he countered.
“Do you want to go back to your old lifestyle?”
“No. I told you I’m happy here. Why
are you blowing this so out of proportion?” Her voice rose. “Just spank me and
be done with it. I promise I won’t buy any more.”
“How can I believe you? You’ve broken
my trust and that is
not
a minor thing.”
She sat forward, leaning toward him.
“What do you want me to do? How are you going to punish me?”
Bob shook his head. “I really don’t
know what would be appropriate. Any punishment with whips, chains or binding
would just be a turn on for you. Taking your car keys away or solitary
confinement in your room would only make you resentful. This shouldn’t be about
me punishing you, but you correcting yourself. What do
you
think is the
appropriate way to teach this lesson—if you even realize what you’ve done
wrong?”
“I do understand,” she said, dropping
the attitude. “You asked me to give myself to you with no reservations, but I
admit I still have some. This is a strange journey for me.”
Bob resisted the urge to go to her and
hold her hands. “I know that. It’s a natural step for me to become your Daddy,
much more difficult for you to give up what you believe to be your rights and
become a child again.” He knew from talking to others that acting out was very
much a part of that acclimating process.
“If you’re asking what would hurt me
the most, the answer is being separated from you. Don’t send me away, please. I
promise to do better.”
Bob rose from his seat. “I think
you’ve just made your own decision. I’m afraid that’s exactly what has to
happen. Not forever, not even for long, but for a while at least you must leave
here. Think about what you want and who you want to be, then maybe you can come
back to me.”
It broke his heart to say it. What if
she didn’t return? But he knew it was in both their best interests to take a
little break. They’d catapulted from one night together into an intense,
full-fledged relationship with scarcely any time for reflection.
“I suggest you take the opportunity to
visit your family,” he added, “although you can do whatever you like. This is
your time out.”
* * * *
I don’t want a time out
, she wanted to scream. But when Daddy
made up his mind there was nothing she could do but obey. Candy called her
parents that afternoon to say she was coming for a surprise visit. She packed a
bag and Daddy bought her a plane ticket to Arizona.
It would be nice to see her parents,
she tried to convince herself as she took a taxi to the airport and waited in
line to board. And she needed time alone, away from Bob—not Daddy, Bob—to sort
herself out.
She no longer knew exactly who she
was. She spent so much of her time as Little Girl Candy and occasionally
Teenage Candy that she no longer remembered quite who Grown Up Candy was. Maybe
she’d never known. It felt like her entire life had been a pose.
Her parents were there to greet her at
the airport. Mom and Dad—her “real” Dad. How she’d missed them both. Dad looked
older, his hair whiter. Mom looked exactly the same, her salt and pepper hair
brushed severely back from her forehead and her eyes bright and seeing
everything.
“Darling, you look so good,” her
mother declared, holding her at arm’s length. “So healthy and almost glowing.
You’re not pregnant are you?”
“No, Mom.” She snorted. “Not a chance
of that.”
“Aren’t you seeing someone? You said
you were living with some man.”
“I am, but we take every precaution.
Trust me I am
not
pregnant nor do I plan to be.”
Ever. How could I be
the little girl if I had a baby?
“Oh.” Her mother’s face fell. She had
grandbabies dancing in her mind’s eye.
“How are you guys?” Candy wrapped an
arm around each of their waists and looked from one to the other. “How’s the
golf, Dad?”
“It sucks. Don’t ask. I’ve been
playing for twenty-five years and I never get any better. Why do I do this to
myself? I don’t know.”
She laughed. He was such a doll, her
real Dad. It made her wonder why she felt such a strong need for a substitute
one, for such unusual age play. It wasn’t as if she was the daughter of a
single mom, desperately seeking after the father she’d never met. She came from
the most normal, well-adjusted family possible. Yet she was an anomaly. What
would her parents think if they knew about her crazy living arrangement? Could
she ever share the details of her life?
As much as they loved her, she didn’t
think so. This wasn’t like coming out of the closet as a homosexual, which
wouldn’t bother her liberal parents at all. Her odd lifestyle choice would seem
dark, dangerous and demeaning to them. Her feminist mother would quite simply
have a cow. No. She would have to keep the exact nature of her relationship
with Bob a secret. If she ever brought him home to visit, it would be as a very
vanilla boyfriend.
Candy entered her parents’ house, not
the house she’d grown up in but the house of their sunset years. It didn’t
smell or feel like her home. It was just a lovely place full of her mother’s
things. But they seemed happy here in their quiet life with just the two of
them, no kids and their friends filling the place with mess and noise.
Candy exclaimed over her mother’s
dinner, praising each delicious course.
“Well, I have a lot of time on my
hands now,” her mom explained. “It’s not just lasagna and casseroles anymore. I
spend a lot of time watching the cooking channel and I must admit I’m addicted
to buying new gadgets for the kitchen.”
“You and Bob would get along great.
He’s a fantastic cook and he’s a big fan of the Food Channel, too.”
“Why didn’t you bring your new friend
home with you?”
“This was spur of the moment. He’s
busy. But you’ll meet him soon, I promise.” Her mom studied her, searching for
subtext. She never took Candy’s words at face value. She was too shrewd by far.
“Is something the matter between you
two?” She lowered her voice though she needn’t have bothered. Although Dad was
in the same room, his attention was wandering and the women might have been
talking Chinese for all the attention he paid them.
“No. Not really,” Candy said. “We’re
just taking…a breather. We got into this relationship very quickly and very
deeply. Bob and I thought it was time for some reflection.”
“Hm.” Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “A
spat. I knew it. Is he giving you trouble? Don’t put up with anything. Let him
know right now who you are and what you demand from the relationship.”
“Yes, Mom. But it’s not really like
that. If anything I’m the one at fault. He wanted me to give up smoking because
he cares about me. I promised I would then I snuck cigarettes. Bob can’t stand
lying.”
“He sounds a bit controlling, but I
can’t fault him for wanting you to quit. Nasty habit.”
“Mother! You used to smoke.”
“I did and it was a nasty habit.”