part0072

“Do they have green beans? I could eat those, I guess. But if I do, I get to eat all the French fries, right?” Izzy loved fries better than almost anything else ever. She could eat them every day, if it weren’t for trying to fit into her wedding gown.

“Hey princess, what are you thinking about? You seem sad all of a sudden.”

“Not sad, really. I was just thinking that maybe I should avoid the French fries after all, that’s it.” She needed to make sure she didn’t gain weight. It was like she’d always heard, ‘you don’t change a Vera Wang to fit your body, you fit your body to the Vera Wang.’

Max brought them to a stop in the hall. “You love French fries. Tell me what the problem is. Are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine, just watching my girlish figure, that’s all.” She giggled in hopes he would find it cute, and drop it and move on. She should’ve known better.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You know how I feel about you putting yourself down.”

“No, I’m not putting myself down, I just can’t gain any weight and still fit in my wedding dress.”

“I thought we weren’t going to be discussing the wedding during this trip. I wouldn’t care if you were in a paper sack when we say our vows. All I care about is making you mine legally, though we both know you’re already mine in every other way. Do I need to remind you that you’re my little princess and that you are beautifully perfect in every way?”

Could this man be any more perfect?

“I’m sorry, Max. I’ll try to let it go, I promise.”

“Where are we?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“What do you mean? We’re at the Castle.” She knew by the look on his face she was missing a point, but for the life of her, she couldn’t put her finger on what it might be.

“I laid it all out for you when we arrived. So again I ask, where are we?”

Realization dawned like the sun shining through after a rainstorm. “We’re out of our room.” She looked down at her feet, biting her bottom lip.

He took her chin gently in his hand, tilting her gaze up to meet his. “And who am I?” His eyebrow hitched.

“You’re my Daddy,” she whispered.

“Okay then, would your Daddy ever steer you wrong?” His hand remained on her face, his piercing gaze holding her attention.

“Never.” She knew that with a certainty like nothing else in her life.

“Does your Daddy lie to you?”

“No, he never lies to me.” It was the undeniable truth.

“Please trust me and let go of everything for the rest of our trip. Eat what you want. The little Izzy inside of you that’s been dying to get out—just let her be free. I love every part of you, and I will take care of you.” He leaned down and gave her the gentlest kiss, just a whisper of a promise.

“I love you, Daddy.” It was the only thing she could think to say. He was right. She needed to let go of everything and just be in the moment with the man she loved.

“I love you too, princess. Now, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” He took her by the hand, and they made their way to the dining room.

As they entered the dining room, Izzy looked around at all of the people, and she was amazed at the different things she saw. She knew that kink came in all forms, and so many of them were present in this room. There were others like her in frilly dresses, and little boys holding on to their Mommies’ hands. There were also those dressed as kittens and puppies, and she was especially interested in the puppy boy she passed, who had a long brown furry tail. He rubbed his head on her leg as she passed him, and it tickled.

When they got to their table, Max pulled the chair out for her and helped her up. She sat gingerly, trying not to draw attention to the fact that her bottom was so sore. If she was able to sit without moving around too much, it should be fine.

“Oh my sweet, I know I promised you a cheeseburger, but it looks like they have a seafood bar tonight. What about some fried shrimp and fries?”

He knew her so well. “Oh, that sounds yummy, Daddy. I love fried shrimp, with ketchup.” She knew he hated how she put ketchup on so many things, but she couldn’t help herself.

“My little girl loves her ketchup, doesn’t she? You wait here, and I’ll go make you a plate. Do not move from that spot, do you understand?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’ll stay right here.”

He bent over, giving her a kiss on the top of her head, and went to make their plates. She glanced at the table to her right, where two people were making out right over their dinner. She loved how free everyone here was to be who they were without reservation.

She didn’t realize she had been staring until her Daddy walked up and cleared his throat. “It’s not nice to stare, princess,” he corrected.

“But Daddy, if they didn’t want people to watch, they wouldn’t be doing those things right in the middle of the restaurant, would they? But I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I promise.” She glanced back at the couple, where she could see the man’s hand had made its way under the woman’s shirt as he fondled her breast. Izzy felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

“I suppose you’re right about that, princess, but I would rather your attention was on me.” He winked at her.

She looked down at the plate he’d brought, which held the perfect amount of shrimp to fill her tummy, with her French fries and mixed vegetables that, sure enough, included green beans. As vegetables went, they were a better choice than most, she supposed. Next to her dinner plate was a smaller saucer filled with ketchup, and a full glass of milk. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a glass of milk to drink. “Thank you for my dinner, Daddy.” Izzy grabbed a piece of shrimp and dunked it before popping it into her mouth.

Max began to eat his shrimp pasta with gusto.

“Daddy, what are we gonna do after dinner?” She yawned before she could stop herself.

“Have I worn my princess out today?” His smile when he looked at her made her heart pitter-patter.

“I’m not tired, Daddy. What’s next?” She threw another shrimp in her mouth.

“I was thinking we might go watch the amazing fireworks before bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow, so we won’t be out all night, but I know how much you love the sparkles for the fireworks, so how does that sound?”

“I want to watch the sparkles every night. Can we do that?”

“I’m not so sure we will every night, but we’ll see. Now, eat up. Don’t forget your vegetables. You have to finish your veggies, too, if you want ice cream.”

Now all Izzy could think about was an ice cream sundae with rainbow sprinkles and whipped cream. If she had to finish her green beans to get it, she would gladly devour them. She picked up her fork and took a huge bite, hoping to finish them as quickly as she could.

“You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep eating like that. Slow down.” His tone held a warning that she didn’t want to listen to.

“But Daddy, I want to get done so I can have my ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. You know how much I love my rainbow sprinkles.” She shoved another large bite of vegetables in her mouth, almost choking herself as she did.

“Little girl, this is the last warning you’re going to get. Your rear is already sore, so unless you want to be over my lap with your bottom bared for the rest of the diners to see, you will slow down and eat like a lady.” He continued to eat his dinner as if he hadn’t just threatened to spank her in front of everyone.

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled before spearing a much smaller amount of the vegetables on her fork. Once she’d finally finished the offensive green food, she continued to eat her shrimp and fries.

Picking up several fries, she dipped them in ketchup and, as she brought them to her mouth, a large dollop fell onto her pretty dress. “Oh no, Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she cried as she took her napkin and tried to clean herself up. The more she wiped, the worse the stain got.

“Princess, it’s okay. It was an accident. I’m sure they have something to take that right out.” He tried to take her hand in his, but she pulled out of reach.

“No, Daddy it’s not okay, I ruined my pretty dress.” Her tears flowed unchecked. “How can I fix it?” She rubbed at the stain, spreading it out even more.

Max reached over and pulled her out of her chair, bringing her to him and sitting her in his lap. Even the burn of her bottom didn’t help bring her out of her near panic state. He placed his hand on her knee, squeezing hard enough to gain her attention.

“Princess, we will go change your clothes and then take this back for the Wardrobe attendant to fix. I know this can’t possibly be the first ketchup spill they’ve had since opening, and I have no doubt it won’t be the last, either.”

Max stood with Izzy in his arms and carried his precious cargo back to the room. Once they made it through the door, he sat her on the bed and went to retrieve a package he had left on the dresser.

“I found this for you, and I thought you might like it.” He held it out to the still crying Izzy. She sniffled as she looked up at the small brown bag he was attempting to give her. Once she had it in her hand, Max turned toward the en suite. She heard the running water before he came back with a washcloth and small towel, as well as some tissue.

Max started by holding the tissue to her nose. “Blow,” he instructed, helping her to blow her nose, which had started to run with her crying fit. Once he was satisfied, he threw it in the small waste basket and washed her face gently until all signs of her breakdown were gone. “Now open your gift. I hope you like it.”

He looked nervous, as if she might not like what he’d picked out for her. He was always like that whenever he gave her anything, and it always endeared him to her.

She peeked in the bag before pulling out the cutest outfit. He had selected yellow cotton stretch pants, with a matching shirt that said “Daddy’s Little Princess” in silver glitter.

“You can wear this to the fireworks, that way, you can be comfortable.”

She smiled up at him, loving the idea of his claim on her. “Thanks, Daddy.” She stood so she could reach his face, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you so much. You are always looking out for me.”

“Turn around, so I can unzip the back of your dress. Go ahead and get changed so we aren’t late for the fireworks. I’ll call someone to pick up the dress so they can have it cleaned.”

Izzy went into the bathroom to get ready for the fireworks and use the bathroom while she had a minute. She didn’t want to miss a minute of the show because she had a small bladder.

“Are you ready, princess? The fireworks are scheduled to start soon, so we want to get out to the courtyard and find a spot to get comfortable.” That was when she noticed the basket Max had in his hand.

“What’s in the basket?” He was just full of surprises this trip.

“I guess you will just have to wait to find out.” He smiled and threw his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart.”

They wound their way through the Castle corridors, and out of a side door where, for the briefest moment, Izzy stood on top of the steps overlooking a large garden of late fall flowers and hedges taller than most people. The hedge maze started here, and she could see people ducking into it, Dominants chasing submissives, naughty statues and, way off in the distance, down a path that most people were following, beyond the maze and out into the flowers, a stretch of green lawn where blankets and chairs were waiting for guests to come claim them for the fireworks show.

Max led them to a large blanket that nobody had claimed yet. Setting the basket down, he put his arms around her and hugged Izzy tight. “I love you, my little girl.”

“I love you too. Thank you for this trip. I love it here.”

He helped her to sit before lowering himself next to her on the blanket.

“This is so exciting. Daddy, what’s in the basket?”

“You didn’t get your sundae, so I managed to get us some treats to share while we watch the show.” He opened the basket, and the first thing he pulled out was a small stuffed black and white puppy.

“It’s just like Flicker! Daddy, where did you find her?” She grabbed it from his hand and hugged the stuffie close to her chest.

“Daddies have to have some secrets.”

“She is so cute. I’m gonna call her Flipper. She will be able to keep Spot company. Now I have two stuffed puppies to love.”

“Yes, you do, princess.” He smiled at her, pulling out a container from the basket.

The delightful smell coming from the container made her stomach grumble. “Daddy, you brought me brownies.” She reached over to take one, but her Daddy stopped her with a smack to the hand.

“You didn’t get the sundae I promised, so I thought this would be a good substitute.” He pinched off a piece and brought it to her lips. When she opened her mouth, he placed it on her tongue.

“Hmmm, that is the bestest brownie in the world.”

“Only the best for my princess.” He leaned over and kissed her on the head. Digging in the basket once more, Max produced a bottle followed by a cup. Opening the bottle, he filled the cup with ice cold milk and handed it to Izzy.

“Oh Daddy, brownies and milk, this is awesome.” She heard crackling in the air, followed by the start of the fireworks show. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening. As she watched the amazing show, she finished three brownies, grateful her Daddy missed the third one as she snatched it quickly.

When her tummy was full, Izzy lay down with her head in Max’s lap. This was the most relaxed she could remember being in a long time. She glanced around to see people in various states of undress. Many weren’t paying any attention to the fireworks. They were too busy having all kinds of naughty fun.

She put her hand on his knee and slid it up his leg until she reached the tip of his penis. If everyone else around was busy, they wouldn’t be paying any attention to what she might be doing. She reached for his zipper, but his hand stopped her before she could pull it down.

“My princess, not tonight. This is about you. I want you to let go and enjoy the show. When it’s done, I will take you back to our room and put you to bed so you can get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.”

She brought her hand down and refused to be disappointed. He had shown her all day that she was his priority; this was no different.

The spectacular show went on, and she enjoyed every minute. The bright lights and amazing colors lit up the night sky. Lying with her head in Max’s lap while he stroked her hair was her version of heaven on earth.

Izzy must have drifted to sleep at some point because when she opened her eyes, she was in Max’s arms. “Daddy,” she said through a yawn, happily snuggled into his arms as he carried her down the hall, “today was a perfect day. I kind of like being your little girl. It was fun.”

“Of course you had fun, little one. Today was all spoils and sunshine. But tomorrow, my little princess, is a whole different ball game. You’re going to find out what a stern but loving Daddy does with naughty little girls like yourself.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

She was too tired to argue, or even process the meaning behind his words, and she fell asleep in his arms before they even made it back to the room.