Doctor Daddy’s Long Lost Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Bethany

Honestly, there were so many better places to be than a fucking playgroup party with Kristina.  Literally, I could be at home with a glass of wine and my favorite dildo with a Harry Potter movie playing in the background as I pleasured myself.  Instead, I was stuck being Kristina's wingman at some stupid playgroup, waiting for her to take off with the first guy she saw, and I was likely to not get lucky either, especially with the way Kristina threw herself at literally any man who so much as looked at me.  It wasn't fair.  I was a Little with needs, too.  Dildos just weren't the same as being in the warm embrace of a man.  At least that's what Kristina kept telling me when she dragged me to these parties with wannabee Daddies and Littles.

“Ugh,” groaned Kristina as we looked around the party at our prospects.  “I hate playgroups.  There’s never any good Daddies looking for Littles here.  Instead, all they want is a one night stand.”  I shook my head at her.

“Well, I hate to be that person, but I did tell you so,” I warned her.  “Playgroups are always the same.  The only Daddies who come here are just looking to have fun.  None of them are here looking for forever Littles.”  She sighed and shook her head as she looked down at her frilly white dress.

“I guess I wore this all for nothing,” she sighed as she stared down at the dress.  “Is it bad to say that I’d be down even for a one night stand?”  I nodded.

“Very bad,” I told her.  “Littles who come here looking just to get laid aren’t true Littles.  You should have more respect for yourself than that.”  She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me.

“Oh, come on, Bethany,” she whined as she looked at me.  “It’s not fair.  It’s not my fault Trent left me for that Little whore.  I need something to get me through until I find a new Daddy.”  I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ever consider a dildo?” I asked, and she stopped and stared at me.

“That’s ridiculously lewd,” she snapped as she stared at me in disbelief.  “How could you even suggest that?”  I stopped and looked at her.

“You use tampons, right?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Sometimes,” she admitted as she thought about it.  I nodded.

“It’s practically the same thing,” I told her.  “Only difference is that you don’t have to throw it away after every use.  Just wash it off afterwards so that it doesn’t smell repulsive.”  Kristina stopped and stared at me for a long, awkward moment before shaking her head.

“Remind me to get you laid as soon as possible,” she said as she took another sip of the drink.  “The punch tastes good this time.  No cloudiness or strange aftertaste.”  I shook my head as I opened my bottle of water.

“When will you learn?” I asked as I stared at her in shock and disbelief.  “Never drink the punch.  Anyone could spike or roofie it at any point in time.  You should either bring your own flask, or you should drink from a bottle or can.”  Kristina shook her head.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured me.  “Jeez, you sound like my mother.”  I chuckled and took another sip of water.

“At least someone does,” I remarked as I shook my head.  “Seriously, I’m surprised at you.  I thought you would have learned after the last party.  We had to take you to the hospital because they put in too much roofies, nearly killing you in the process.”  She was about to respond when one of the many Daddies came over to us.

“Are you siblings?” he asked as he looked us both up and down.  I shifted uncomfortably as Kristina shook her head.

“No, we’re not,” she said as she smiled innocently at him.  Like clockwork, she flipped her air and batted her eyes at him, and I noticed the bulge in his pants grow.  Kristina always got what she wanted.  “I’m available, though.  I was just telling my friend here that I needed someone to walk me to the couch so I could sit down.  I think something’s wrong with the punch.”  He smiled as he looked at me.

“Want to help me with your friend here?” he asked, and a strange feeling grew in my stomach.  I immediately shook my head.

“I’m waiting on a call from my Daddy,” I told him.  “Do you mind taking her by yourself?”  The man shook his head.

“You should come with us,” he insisted as he smiled at me.  “It’ll be much more quiet upstairs.”  I looked at Kristina and back to the man as I debated this.

If Kristina broke character now, it would make her angry, and she may never forgive me for ruining her chances to get laid.  Not to mention, the Daddy would grow suspicious and leave.  However, I already saw the strange look Kristina gave me, so I knew she was faking it.  The best thing to do is leave her to her own devices and let the man have her.  I shook my head.

“I’m going to wait outside,” I told him politely.  “You go ahead without me.”  With that, I started towards the front door, and the man helped Kristina to the stairs.

Say what you would about Kristina, but she was smart when it came to taking what she wanted.  It was insane how much of a slut she was, yet Daddies always fell for her.  She was the reason why I was still single.  After all, Trent was my crush before he got with Kristina, and she swept him away the second she found out.  After that, Trent dumped her for the next piece of diapered ass that walked through the door.

In all honesty, I felt like the whole thing had spared me the heartbreak of getting replaced, but I still had resentment towards Kristina for what she had done.  It was like she wanted what I had, and she would do whatever it took to get it when she could.  It was deeply annoying.

“Hey there,” called out someone from the crowd, and I stopped to look at the speaker.  It was a group of Daddies, and they were coming over towards me.  I took a deep breath and smiled at them politely, knowing this couldn’t end well.

“Sorry, I have to get going,” I told them.  “My Daddy’s going to be picking me up pretty soon.”  The first one raised an eyebrow at me as he stopped before me.

“Oh?” he asked, a pained look on his face.  “Would you really leave without gracing your host with a gift?”  I scoffed and shook my head.

“First of all, you’re not Trent,” I pointed out as I stared at him.  “Second, I don’t owe our host anything, even if you were the host.”  The second one shook his head as he looked at the first guy.

“I told you it would never work,” he chuckled as he shook his head at the first one.  “No one would ever believe you’re Trent.  You should have just stuck with the I’m drunk, you should help me upstairs trick like so many of the Littles do.”  The third one nodded in agreement and smiled at me.

“So, you actually have a Daddy, or are you faking it?” he asked, and I shook my head.

“I have a Daddy,” I lied, “and he’s going to be here any minute.”  The first stopped and looked at me.

“Is that so?” he asked as he stepped closer, and I grew more afraid than I was before.

“Yes,” I said, and he shook his head.

“I’m sure he won’t mind sharing you,” he said as he smirked at me.  “After all, he let you come here in the first place."  I shook my head

"Even if he didn't mind, my answer is no," I told them, and the first one took another step closer, closing the gap between us.

"Come on," he said as he looked at me.  "Pretty please?"  The second one shook his head.

"Forget it, man," he said as he stared at me.  "Her Daddy never taught her any manners."  The third one nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we should teach her some," he suggested as they circled around me.  Before I could say anything, I heard someone call out once again from the crowd.

"There you are!" a man shouted as he brushed past the last two people and stopped to look at me.  "I should ground you for hiding from me."  The three men stopped and stared at him.

"Who are you?" the first man demanded as he stared at the man.  The new man stopped to look at them.

"I'm her Daddy," he said, and I heaved a sigh of relief.