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s if unable to pull his eyes from Rylee’s transformation, Dallas scanned her from head to toe before hugging his Little to his chest. “Come, little one. Let me show you the Castle. First, I want to make sure that you did not make yourself sick on the bus. We’ll stop for a few minutes to have the nurses check you over,” he pronounced as he carried Rylee toward the medical center.
Squirming urgently against his chest to get away, Rylee protested, “No. I’m fine. I don’t want to go there.” During her time coloring in the main room, her eyes had been drawn repeatedly to the movement in the exam room. She had seen what happened in the medical office. The two nurses never closed the curtains, and everyone could see… everything!
Whack!
Dallas’ firm hand struck her bottom as it pooched over the arm that was supporting her. “Behave, Rylee, or I will strip off your cute new clothes and spank you in front of everyone.”
Immediately, she stopped struggling. Putting her hands on either side of his face, she pleaded, “No, Dallas. Don’t take me in there.”
He paused just outside the medical center entrance. “Rylee, I’m your Daddy here, not Dallas,” he gently corrected before continuing, “I am concerned about your health. We can stop at the Castle store to see if there are thermometers. I could check your temperature in our room instead. If you are running a fever, I will bring you right back. Does that sound better to you?”
Frantically nodding, Rylee would have agreed to anything. To her relief, Dallas smiled at her. “All right, sweetness. We’ll head to the Castle store to see what kind of supplies they have for Daddies to take care of little girls. How about if I give you a short tour of everything I’ve already learned?” With a nod to the governesses, he carried Rylee from the Nursery.
Whew!
Rylee’s breath rushed from her lips in a huff as they walked out the door, leaving the big nursery area. She relaxed against Dallas’ chest as he began pointing out various areas they passed. She tried not to stare at the dress and conduct of many of the guests. And she had thought the naughty school girl outfits looked daring. Some guests were wearing nothing except a collar or a mask. Even while she felt her face blush, her heart raced, betraying her own arousal as she viewed the experiences the Castle offered.
She had a lot to learn. Quietly, she whispered questions in Dallas’ ear. He answered her patiently, explaining anything she wanted to know. Rylee didn’t know if she was happy that he knew about all the different fantasies that drew people to the Castle, or if she was jealous. Had he done all these things?
She was thinking very hard when he turned in to a large store. Rylee didn’t know what kind of store she had expected, but this was not it. All sorts of supplies were arranged in the space. Several people were shopping. Her head turned sharply to the right as she heard a loud slapping sound. To her fascination, a woman dressed completely in red leather was trying out a thick wooden paddle on the exposed bottom of a pudgy man. She glanced around the store, checking to see if anyone was going to stop the red lady, but no one seemed bothered in the least.
Rylee turned back around to face forward as Dallas began to speak to a man behind the counter. Her face immediately flushed red as he spoke.
“I’m looking for a rectal thermometer. I’d prefer a thicker one, if you have them,” Dallas said without any hint of embarrassment.
“Of course, sir. We have them in many sizes. Just this way.” He led Dallas to the side of the store. On the counter there were a variety of thermometers.
Dallas set Rylee down on the floor as he examined the different sizes. Blushing furiously, she tried to convince him to get the smallest, but he just patted her full bottom and told her to let him take care of it. Unable to stand there with the salesman knowing exactly where that thermometer was going, Rylee fled to a different part of the store.
I’ll just pretend I’m not with him,
she decided. She had never been in a store like this—ever. Curiously looking at the display in front of her, her mouth fell open in shock. It was an array of dildos in every size and shape. A bright orange one, almost as thick as her wrist, captured her attention. As she squeezed her thighs together, Rylee’s fingers latched on the fabric of her dress and pulled. How could anyone use that? It has to be too big!
Her face blazed even redder, and she whirled around to look at the display behind her. Vibrators. Who knew they made that many different ones?
she asked herself as her eyes widened. To her disbelief, the salesman helping Dallas reached around her to pick up a large wand vibrator with a Japanese-sounding name. She turned to look at her Daddy at the counter and saw with amazement that there was a small pile of selections in front of him.
Fleeing to another section, she desperately tried to busy herself there. Everywhere she looked, Rylee was astounded and yet fascinated. Unable to find anything harmless to look at, she fled back to Dallas. Standing behind him, she buried her face against his broad back, holding on to the sides of his shirt.
“I’ll be done here in just a few minutes, sweetness. Would you like to go back to our room next?” he asked softly, reaching an arm behind him to hug her to his back. He met the salesman’s grin with one of his own as they both enjoyed the reaction of the Little. Shy princesses were so endearing.