I
woke up with the most incredible smile on my face. I shifted onto my side but Doc was nowhere to be found. Confused, I got out of bed and found a note.
Take a quick shower. Don’t get dressed. I’ll be back soon. D.
Had he been called into work? What was up with his command not to get dressed?
Wondering about his motivations, I padded off to shower. It was the most luxurious shower I’d ever had the pleasure of taking, and I dawdled there far longer than I should have. The shampoo and conditioner smelled like vanilla and coconut, and the soap moisturized everything without feeling sticky afterwards.
Grumbling at the water as it went cool, I twirled the dials off and wrapped a towel around me.
Returning to the main part of the room, I saw Doc perched on the bed. “Good morning, Lucky. Is that your version of a quick shower, or did you get up late?”
“Good morning.” I grinned. “No, I stayed in there a long time because it was just so relaxing. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is fine.” He patted the spot next to him and I joined him. “I was in Wardrobe finding a costume for you and then I grabbed us some breakfast. We have enough time to eat and get you dressed before I drop you off to color with your friends.”
I didn’t correct him and explain that I hadn't made any friends yet.
“What will you do while I’m there? It would be pretty boring to watch me color, anyhow.”
“Don’t worry about me, Lucky.” He kissed my cheek. “I'll pick you up, then we’ll go play like we talked about last night.”
The thought of playing a real scene with him caused little sparks of pleasure to zing through my body. I grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Let’s get some clothes on you.”
I nodded and assisted as he got me into a beautiful, royal-blue colored dress. My panties were frilly again but they were sky blue, along with pretty ruffled socks and my Mary Jane shoes. He brushed my hair and twisted it into one long thick braid, tying it with a ribbon the same deep blue color. He finished the look by tightening a gorgeous light-blue apron around me.
He smiled as he admired my outfit and it melted my heart into a pile of goo as I watched him in the mirror. Master Gabriel really was a natural Daddy.
“You’re really good at being a Daddy,” I whispered.
“Thank you, Lucky.” He beamed at me and picked me up, my legs supported by one of his arms. It was similar to how the head of security had lifted me, but different.
“I know how to walk.” I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “I'm not a baby.”
“Hm. I was going to carry you over to the food, but it sounds like you need an adjustment before breakfast.”
“No, I don't.” I bit my lip. His mind was already set as he placed me down on my feet and bent me over the bed. “Daddy!” I wailed. “Now I won't get to color as long!”
“You shouldn't have gotten snarky with me and forgotten my title, little girl. If it pleases me to carry you around the entire weekend, I will.”
“I'm sorry, Daddy.”
“Yes, you're about to be.” He flipped the hem of my skirt up and landed several hard blows to each of my bottom cheeks. His palm danced across the expanse of my behind over and over again. Doc paused while he rubbed along the lowest curves. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I'm not a baby,” I insisted with a whine, sounding much younger. “I really can walk.”
“Not the answer I wanted to hear.” Off came my panties, and I whimpered. Doc sat down, pulling me over his lap with one smooth motion. He slapped the crease where my buttocks and thighs met. It stung badly and I kicked out my legs.
“Ouch!”
He continued spanking me, targeting my thighs the most, followed by the roundest part of my behind. My burning globes ached from the attention and I babbled out one apology after another.
“What, sweetheart?”
“I'm really sorry, Daddy! If you want to carry me around all weekend, you totally can!”
My younger mindset was fully present ever since Doc had gotten me dressed. I was ready for this punishment to end so I could eat a yummy breakfast and color beautiful pictures.
“Yes, and I might do that.” He slid my ruffled panties back into place and smoothed my silky dress over my butt. Doc flipped me around so he could tap my nose and kiss it. “You sound like you're in a much more agreeable mood, little girl. A warm bottom did wonders for you.”
I said nothing. Nope. If I opened my mouth, a tiny leftover bit of attitude would sneak out, and I really wanted to color.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I sniffled. “Can we eat now?”
“Yes, Lucky.”
He stood up and scooped me up. I rested my head on his shoulder. I had wanted this outcome from the start. I loved being carried around, even though I hated to admit it, and even though I didn't want to be punished so early in the day, I needed it just as much as anything else.
Luciana
I admired the gorgeous pictures laid out in a half circle around me. Coloring melted so many stresses away from me, I needed to explore this side of me more often, with or without a Daddy. All sorts of wonderful takeaways had been happening in a short span of time. More self-care. More Little time. More confidence to ask for the things I needed.
I hummed while I finished up the last one, so completely relaxed, which was an unusual state of mind and body for me.
Someone tapped the corner of one of my creations.
“You colored beautifully, Lucky. Did you have fun?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did.” I beamed up at Daddy Gabriel, who had knelt down to study my pictures. “I had so much fun! Will I have time to do this tomorrow?”
“You might. Did you bring any coloring books with you?”
“No, but maybe I could borrow one?”
He grinned at me and helped me to my feet, gathering the coloring pages as we both stood.
“I'll ask on our way out.” He squeezed my hand. “Come on. We've got more fun things to do today.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I practically skipped along behind him. We were going to the medical wing after this, but for the first time ever, those wicked butterflies in my stomach brought excitement.
My Little side waned with every step toward the exit door, and I couldn't wait for Master Gabriel to touch me in the naughtiest of ways.
