Daddy's Little Princess Page 3

  I had pushed myself up against the wall in a last ditch attempt to get away from him. I was still breathing in gasps, and tears were pouring out of my eyes.

  “Come here,” he said.

  I knew how I had to respond, but I couldn’t catch my breath to do it. I stayed put too.

  “Come here, Becca. Master will take care of you.”

  I figured he wouldn’t repeat himself a third time. “Yes, Master,” I sobbed. I slowly scooted closer to him.

  He unscrewed the lid to the cream and put some on the tips of his fingers.

  The cream on his fingertips could end up being anywhere from up my bottom, to in my eyes. He could even force me to eat the cream that would have helped me. There was simply no trust there. I knew him to be capable of anything.

  He gently pushed my shoulder down, so I was lying down. I was as always naked. I wasn’t embarrassed about it anymore either. I was already used to it. He applied the cream to the burn, and I gasped at the coolness of the cream. He rubbed it in, making it hurt even more. “Anywhere else?”

  I looked into his eyes. He had to see that I was afraid of him, and that I didn’t trust him at all.

  “Show Master.”

  I carefully rolled to my side, so I wouldn’t smear the cream on my mattress. It was the only thing that was mine, even if others joined me here to have fun – fun for them, not for me.

  “Melanie, you little beast, if she scars, you get it again.”

  I heard a sniffle coming from the corner of the room. I looked and saw her standing with her nose in the corner. Her bottom was bare and all red, redder than it had ever been after a day filming.

  Master rubbed in more cream. I inhaled sharply as he did that. I had gotten pretty good at not screaming, but they liked it so much more when I did.

  He stood up and left when he finished. I rose to my feet to take over the cooking again. I could hardly breathe, but I was trying so hard. I was weak from hunger, and all the pain from before came crashing down on me. I was so dizzy. I sat down on one of the chairs, and tried to stop my hyperventilating.

  “Get off the furniture, now.” Master was back.

  I stood up ready to take my punishment.

  He slapped me several times. He scolded me too. I made out the words ‘give an inch take a foot’. I think I passed out before he was finished.

  It was dark when I woke up. I was alone and freezing cold on my mattress. I arranged my long hair, so it would cover up as much of me as it could. I fell back to sleep.

  “Today is a big day for you. I expect you to do well. If you do especially well, I’ll give you a blanket. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I answered him, eagerly. It got so cold at nighttime. I was in his office kneeling at his feet. I had already performed my morning duty of giving him oral sex.

  “Master has a nightclub, as you know. People come here to see a show. I want you to play in one of the shows tonight, the first one.”

  I nodded again. I wanted to make him happy, anything for a blanket.

  I knew that he desperately needed an actress to replace Melanie who had quit the day she burned me. She was the kind who could dish it out, but she couldn’t take it. Master had been calling all around, trying to find a replacement for her, but he couldn’t.

  His letting me out into the club wasn’t an act of kindness; it was an act of desperation.

  “You get to wear clothes for the sketch. However, immediately afterwards, you will remove what is left. Todd is going to do the sketch with you. Do what he wants. Afterwards, you will follow me around the club like a good slave. If you make any mistakes, you will be punished on the spot, right in front of my guests. If you’re good, I’ll practically ignore you. I’m warning you, stay alert. If I tell you to do anything, do it right away – and without hesitation.”

  “Yes, Master.” I smiled, already dreaming about my blanket. I hoped it would be soft. I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to a scratchy one either, but a soft one would be really nice.

  Master petted my face for a bit before he returned to his work.

  I crawled up to the kitchen and got started on lunch.

  “Todd is playing your teacher. He will call you Mary Margret. He will ask you questions. When you get one wrong, he will spank you over the desk, so everyone can see. Got it?” Penny asked. She was the nicest of all the girls who worked here, but I had to know my place with her too.

  “What if I get all the questions right?” I was kneeling at her feet as she spoke to me.

  She petted my hair for a bit. “He will go on until he can find something you don’t know. You will get thrashed. Just let it happen, Becca.” She picked up a hairbrush and ran it through my long hair. I was afraid of hairbrushes in the meantime. There didn’t seem to be that many items left in the building that I hadn’t gotten hit with.

  She dressed me in a very short schoolgirl’s uniform and did my hair in pigtails. She put childish ribbons in my hair. This was called Adult Age Play. Lots of people were into this. I had even written books about it.

  Penny took me out and presented me to master.

  I fell at his feet as soon as I saw him.

  He stepped around me and talked to the bartender for a bit.

  I waited.

  “Becca, stand up.”

  I did, but I was careful not to meet his eyes. I wasn’t allowed to look at him unless he said I may do so.

  “Turn around.”

  I obeyed immediately.

  “Good girl. Back to my feet.”

  I dropped to the ground and followed him around for an hour until he said it was time to get ready. They were going to open the doors now.

  Penny took me with her again. I got to stand.

  I waited behind the curtain with Todd. I didn’t like him either. He had been the one who chewed on my nipples that first day. He didn’t like me either, but he still joined me on my mattress at least once a week anyway.

  There were no saints living in this house.

  Chapter 4 – A Night At The Club

  Collin was ready for his night on the town. The woman he was dating at the moment was eager to go out too. He told her about this place that he sometimes went to, to unwind. Collin’s date was a little afraid she would get punished in public.

  Collin was a take control kind of man. Nothing escaped his eye. His staff was always on its toes. Most didn’t approve of his lifestyle, but they never said anything. Collin would bring home strange women for a week or two.

  Most of these women turned tails and headed for the hills as soon as Collin had them over his knees. He believed that good, long, hard, bare bottom spankings were what his partner needed to keep them on track.

  Collin was the one with the money, and he would say how things were going to be. If his partner had other ideas, then he spanked them. He had the strength to do that too. He worked out almost every day.

  Collin wasn’t a pushover. He was the man. No one ever questioned that.

  His date was a poor painter, who had already received a couple of spankings. She had remained, and her behavior had improved. Collin was satisfied with her.

  Diana was worrying about what she wanted to wear. Collin had listened to this nonsense long enough. His patience had worn thin. He picked something out for Diana and told her she better wear it. Collin left then and waited in the car for his lover of the month.

  The owner greeted them personally as they came in. He understood Collin’s need for dominance. Collin also liked to watch the actors on stage getting a good paddling. If Diana played her cards just right, she would be having fantastic sex tonight. This place turned Collin on. He was comfortable here, and only the very rich could afford to come in here.

  “You picked a good night to come. I’ll be presenting my new slave this evening.” The owner informed Collin.

  Rick’s slave would be the type of woman that just didn’t interest Collin very much. They had different preferences.

  “Becca
is the girl in the first sketch.” Rick moved on to greet the other guests.

  Collin found a table for him and Diana. He pulled out the chair, and sat her down nicely. Collin went and got them their drinks at the bar, so Diana didn’t have to wait for a waitress to come by. When Diana was good, her life was also very good.

  The curtains opened, and the room quieted down. He looked at Rick’s new conquest. She was different from what he had expected. She looked nice, like a cute little red-headed girl. Up until now all of Rick’s slaves had been sluts, but she didn’t look like that. She was pretending to copy something down from the board. Her eyes darted to the empty board and back to her notepad. She was writing quickly.

  Todd came in, and she stood up. “Good morning, sir.”

  “Good morning, Mary Margret. Be seated.”

  She nodded and sat. Her eyes were on her teacher. She was definitely not a naughty schoolgirl. He had seen this sketch many times before, but she had him spellbound. She simply looked the part. This was his favorite sketch to begin with. He loved the idea of having a sweet little girl at his side. That was what he wanted in a woman, but he also needed one who was sexually aggressive. That balance was so hard to find.

  Todd seemed to notice that she was taking from his own acting performance. He looked mad. “Mary Margret, please stand and answer the questions from the homework. In what year did Columbus discover America?”

  “1492 Sir.” Her answer came out as if she shot it out of a gun.

  Todd looked disappointed and even mad. “Who was the 16th President of the United States of America?” he asked her.

  “Abraham Lincoln, sir.” She was even smiling at him. I light laugh went through the crowd. Everyone was watching them closely.

  Usually, most guests first looked up when the real actions started. Tonight, they were smiling and paying attention early.

  “How far is the moon from the earth?”

  “Between 250,000 and 350,000 miles, because they both move. Thus, the difference.” She answered very quickly again.

  “Who said ‘To be or not to be that’s the question’?”

  “Shakespeare.” She stood there waiting for the next question.

  “She’s a girl. Ask her something about math,” someone from the crowd shouted out.

  Everyone laughed.

  The girl remained standing like she hadn’t heard anything, but Todd nodded. He picked up a piece of chalk and started to write an equation on the board.

  Her eyes followed his hand, and as soon as he laid down the chalk, she blurted out the answer. More laughing sounded from the crowd.

  Todd was looking over the equation. He wasn’t being a very good sport. Maybe he should ask her something about football or baseball, Collin thought.

  Todd worked out the answer, and he came up with something other than what she had said. “You’re wrong. Please step forward to receive your punishment, Mary Margret.”

  “I beg to differ, sir, but mathematical equations are always solved by first doing the brackets then the parenthesis then times and division and then plus and minus. If you look at your work, you will see that you forgot to follow those rules.”

  Todd looked livid now. “Are you getting fresh with me?”

  “No, sir. I just thought that – maybe – you forgot.” The girl looked really scared now.

  He stepped forward and grabbed her. He leaned her over the front of the desk. Collin felt sorry for the girl. She didn’t deserve it. She had tried so hard to avoid it. Yes, she was very different from the other slaves that Rick had had in the past.

  She turned her face away from the crowd. She was ashamed. Todd kept moving her face back, so the crowd could see her pain. He held it in place by leaving his hand planted on her head. She closed her eyes and cried.

  Collin’s heartstrings pulled for her. He looked over at Diana who was checking out the crowd. God help her if she was looking for someone better.

  Collin watched Diana out of the corner of his eye. She was so girly. He could never find the type of woman he really wanted.

  Collin didn’t really want a woman pretending to be a little girl. He wanted a real little girl, a woman who needed him to take care of her. Diana could never have the feminine air about her like – say, Becca did. She was a pure little girl. He looked back at the stage.

  Todd was caning her now. Her hands were wrapped around the edge of the desk in front of her. Her fingers lifted and then grabbed the table again. She was softly begging him to stop. Collin felt a need to help her. She was the best actress here, so convincing.

  Collin turned his attention back to Diana, who sat there with her hands folded on her lap. She was sitting up very straight. Collin guessed that she was trying to please him.

  He talked to her a bit and asked her about the show. Diana lied and said she liked it. Collin would talk to her about lying when they were back at home again.

  The whole room burst out laughing.

  Collin looked to see what was happening on stage. Becca was rubbing her bottom and was writing lines on the chalkboard. ‘I won’t get cheeky with my teacher’. Did he tell her to do that, or was it her idea? The sketches had never been funny before. Collin peeked over and saw that even Diana was laughing.

  Rick held Becca, so she had to look at him. “Clever, what you did at the end. Saved you a beating from me too, but the rest just wasn’t funny. This isn’t a comedy bar. It’s a sex and bondage bar. You got that?”

  Master had pulled me very close, by my ear of course. I had already started to check to see if they were getting bigger. I couldn’t tell yet, but he did it so regularly. I avoided his eye. I wondered if he knew how much I hated him?

  “Get undressed,” he told me.

  I did. I carefully laid my clothes over the side of the sofa in his office. They would disappear soon. It had been nice having something to wear. I shivered at the loss of them again.

  He attached clamps to my nipples then a leash to the end of the chains connecting the clamps. He pulled, and I moved forward. Great, now he was leashing me up like a dog too.

  “You get to stay on your feet, but if I sit, you kneel down on the floor with your nose to the ground.” He grabbed my wrists and tied my hands behind my back before he walked out of the room.

  He was wearing something like a tuxedo but without a tie. I guessed he figured he looked sexy.

  There was nothing sexy about that man. He was a taker. I was even proud of the fact that I had never had an orgasm here, but my pleasure was never of relevance to anyone here.

  He stopped in front of the doors to go into the club. Maybe I would get a chance to escape?

  Penny came back from the stage area. She did my hair, opening the pigtails and brushing my hair out. My hair covered most of my back. It had gotten a little longer in the time that I had been here, but it wasn’t shiny anymore. I wasn’t eating enough, and my hair was drying out. I had lost a lot of weight, and my skin was translucent pale. When Penny was finished with me, he moved on, opening the door and walking in.

  It scared me that he wasn’t worried that I would be recognized. He didn’t ask for the password to my laptop anymore either. I must have been declared dead in the meantime.

  I would have been better off dead. He walked into the room and everyone looked. He walked through the entire room, chatting with people at their tables. Master didn’t look at me or talk to me, but he always talked about me.

  The big question was where was the collar. These people took the dog thing too far. Master answered that I would have to earn a collar, and I hadn’t yet.

  Nor did I have any ambitions in that area. Instead, I was checking the exits. They even had safety exits. I was contemplating setting a fire, so I could get out. Master must figure that I probably wouldn’t go out naked, but I wasn’t so sure.

  A very elegant man was talking to Master. He had dark hear and dark green eyes. He looked like a movie star. He would be the kind that played a secret agent or a sexy spy. The k
ind who walked tall but was very athletic. He told him that he thought I was charming. I looked up at him and met his eye. He had just watched me being beaten, and he thought I was charming?

  The elegant man looked back at me like no one ever looked at me. He was really looking me in my eyes, not my body.

  He was sitting at a table with a woman who clearly didn’t feel comfortable here. I tried to meet her eye. I hoped she would see that I didn’t want to be here either. She was politely looking away, trying to hide her disgust.

  “Diana, sit still, be a good girl or Daddy will have to punish you later.” His eyes moved away from mine for a second and then back to mine and then to Master’s. The elegant man gave me the feeling that he had everything under control.

  He had referred to himself as Daddy. That seemed to fit his personality. It made sense on some level.

  In my books I wrote about it as a need, not a game. I wish I had a daddy protecting me. The daddies in my books always had their little girls best interests at heart. They loved them.

  I felt the chain pull. I jumped forward to avoid any more pain. It hurt just to have this crap on without the pulling. Master had moved on to a new table. Again the question of my collar was brought up.

  I was starting to understand that the collar was a sign of love and protection. Both were things, which Master didn’t feel for me.

  Accepting a collar would mean that I would love and submit to him. The submitting wasn’t real in my case. I did what I did to avoid more punishment. I felt no love for Master either. I thought about a truck running him over, and a slight smirk came to my face.

  He jerked the chain again. He hadn’t moved on, so I had to guess that my smile had made him mad. I had to behave better. I really needed a blanket, the thought of not getting one brought tears to my eyes. Master looked a little happier now. He pulled on the chain now and then as he talked about what the other two live shows would be about.