Doctor Daddy’s Long Lost Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bryce

Bethany was coming over to my house!  I couldn't believe the way this was all turning out.  I had been in love with her since high school, and this night was pushing her back my way.  First, she's a Little, then she's in need of my help, and, now, she's coming over to my house.  The fates couldn't be any kinder.

I began to wonder what type of Little she was.  Was she still pure and innocent?  Or was she lewd and sexy like so many Littles who had thrown themselves at me before?  I then remembered how my kinks were beyond just being a Daddy.  I had lost so many Littles after they realized that I was a lot more kinky than they originally thought.  Would Bethany run away from me, too?

"You okay there?" Bethany asked from the seat next to me.  "You seem a bit distracted."  I shook my head and smiled at her as we drove.

"I'm fine," I said as I looked at her.  "Just thinking about what I'm going to make for you when we get to my house."  Bethany shook her head.

"You don't have to make anything for me," she told me as she smiled up at me.  "After all, I'm not really that hungry anyways.  I just want to hang out and talk."  I frowned as I looked at her.

"Really?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Of course," she said as she smiled sweetly at me.  "I really missed you while you were gone."  I smiled as I looked down at her.

"I really missed you, too," I told her as we drove down the road.  "I'm not going to lie, I have always wondered what happened to you and how things would have been different if we stuck together despite Kristina's efforts."  Bethany shook her head.

"Kristina's a bitch," she sighed as she stared down at the ground.  "I always suspected that she hated me because of you, but I never thought that she would act like that."  I shook my head as we pulled up to my house.

"Let's not think about Kristina," I told her as I smiled at her.  "Instead, let's go inside, and I'll make you some food."  Bethany stopped and stared aty new house in amazement.

"This is where you live?" she asked in amazement as she looked around at the outside of the house.  "It's amazing."  I smiled a little.

"It's not perfect, especially since I haven't finished unpacking yet," I warned, "but it's a bit of a thank you gift from my parents."  Bethany smiled as she got out of the car.

"So, you going to give me the tour?" she asked playfully, and I smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Of course," I said as I opened the door.  "First up is the living room."  She grinned as she looked around, but I started to debate everything.

I guided her throughout the house, and I remembered that I had a lot of items that were supposed to go into my room in order to avoid my parents seeing them in case they ever came over, but I had yet to find everything.  It was all a maze of boxes around the room, and I was confused by it all.  However, I was more concerned if Bethany found the items.  I'm sure ballgags and leather harnesses we're a massive turn off for a proper Little.  That's why no one really stayed around past the one night stand.  As we walked, we went from the living room to the kitchen to the dining room and all the way to my library before reaching the stairs.  Bethany smiled as she looked at me.

"Aren't you going to show me the rest of the house?" she asked, and I shrugged.

"The rest of the house is boring," I told her.  "It's only bedrooms, linen closets and the occasional bathroom up there."  She smiled mischievously at me.

"Is your room up there?" she asked, and I nodded.  "Can I see it?"  I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You really want to?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I've just spent the last eight years wondering what life would be like without you," she informed me.  "I want to see it now."  The dirty image of Bethany running around in a diaper made my cock throb, but I remembered that my stuff was still hidden somewhere, so I shook my head.

"Bethany, there's something you should know," I told her, and she smiled at me.

"What is it, Bryce?" she asked innocently, and I almost forgot it completely.  No, she was my friend, and she deserved to know the truth.

"I'm not exactly a normal Daddy," I told her, struggling to find the words to say as I spoke them.  "I'm what you would call an Alpha Daddy.  I like rebellious Littles that I can physically punish for pleasure."  She frowned a little at me as she tilted her head to the side.

"Like SMS and stuff like that?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Think more dominatrix," I told her, and her eyes widened.

"Oh, I see now," she said as she smiled playfully at me.  "Like Fifty Shades of Gray."  I nodded.

"To a certain extent," I said as I lowered my gaze.  "I'm sorry if that makes you not want to be with me.  I understand if you only want to be friends."  Bethany smiled and shook her head.

"I wouldn't mind giving it a try," she said as she smiled at me.  "After all, you still have to punish me for that fight we had at graduation."  She pressed herself against me, smiling when she felt my cock poking through my jeans to get to her.  "What do you say?"  I growled as I pushed her against the wall and stood only a breath away from her, my desire taking full swing as I stared down at her tiny, trembling frame.

"We'll start slow," I reassured her as I lowered my face to her neck.  "Something a bit more gentle until you're ready for more."  I pulled away and pointed up the stairs.  "Now get your ass upstairs and strip for me."  She smiled playfully as she started up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothing behind.

After I saw her disappear upstairs, I started up after her, picking up the clothing she had left behind as she raced upstairs.  My cock throbbed in anticipation as I found her at the mouth of my bedroom, posed against the frame of the doorway.  God, she was so sexy…

"Is this your room?" she asked sweetly, and I nodded as I approached.  Just as she was within reach, she leaped into the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed.  "Can't catch me, Daddy."  I smiled dangerously as I closed the door behind me and locked it.

"Don't tease me now," I warned as I peeled my shirt over my head.  "It'll just make your punishment all the worse."  She smiled at me from the bed.

"How are you going to punish me?" she asked, her perfect body swaying as she spoke, as if she was regaining her balance.  "Are you going to spank me?"  I smiled at her as I started towards her.

"Maybe," I told her.  "Just maybe."