Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER TWO
Trent
I saw Kristina staring at Cynthia and I from across the party, and I knew right away that all hell was about to break loose. Why did I ever let someone like Kristina go in the first place? I still couldn’t believe that she had chosen to leave me when she was just barely old enough to be a Little, and it made me worry about her. What if she never found her forever Daddy?
“Penny for your thoughts, Daddy?” asked Cynthia as she looked up at me. I frowned as I looked down at her.
“What?” I asked, and she nodded in Kristina’s general direction.
“You miss her, don’t you?” she asked. I raised an eyebrow at her. How dare she talk to me this way! If we weren’t at a playgroup, I’d take her upstairs and spank her until she squealed in pleasure and pain. I shook my head at her.
“You better watch your mouth, little lady,” I warned. “I won’t take any disrespect from you, regardless of where we are. I have no problem spanking you here in front of everyone.” She pouted as she looked up at me, a forced innocent expression as plain as day on her face.
“Come on, Daddy,” she whined. “Why are you checking out other Littles? You promised I’d be the only Little. Are you going back on your word?” Anger rose in me as I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I mean it,” I snarled as I stared her down. “Any more lip out of you, and you’re grounded.”
Cynthia smiled at me as she pressed herself to me.
“No need to be like that, Daddy,” she said, standing on her toes in an attempt to reach my height. “I’m just reminding you of your promise.”
I growled in annoyance when I saw the pained look on Kristina’s face just before she disappeared into the crowd.
“That’s it,” I said as I took Cynthia by the arm. “I don’t care if we’re at playgroup or not. I need to teach you a lesson.” With that, I yanked gently at her arm, guiding her up the stairs and into one of the empty bedrooms. As soon as we were alone, I turned to face her and unbuckled my belt. “Strip down and take what Daddy gives you.”
Cynthia smirked as she peeled her blouse over her head, revealing the lacey white bra she knew I loved to see her wear. As I took off my belt, she wiggled out of her tiny pleated skirt and smiled as she showed off her round, peach-like ass covered with a diaper. I shook my head at her as my cock grew thick and heavy.
“Take off your diaper.”
She frowned. “But you never spank me without my diaper,” she complained, a look of disbelief on her face. “At least not with the belt.”
I shook my head. “And you’ve never disrespected me in front of company before, yet here we are.”
She shook her head and backed away slowly.
“You’re really mad at me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice full of fear. “I’m sorry. Please, Daddy, I won’t do it again.” She whimpered like a kicked puppy, and I shook my head at her.
“I’ll go easy on you, if you do what I say,” I reassured her, and she nodded uneasily before she cautiously approached me, sliding her diaper down her legs to reveal her perfect ass.
I sat down on the bed and motioned for her to come closer. “You remember the safe word, right?” She nodded, and I took her wrist in my hand, delicately kissing it before bending her over my knee.
With her ass fully exposed, I smiled and kissed the soft, plain cheek as I caressed the side of her leg with the tip of my leather belt. God, she was always so obedient and willing when I wanted her, but, tonight, she was acting out. I needed to punish her with more than just a good titty fucking. Finding the spot where I planned to hit, I brought the belt up and smacked her on the ass with a gentle whack.
She cried out, but she didn’t say the safe word, so I proceeded to rub the spot down gently, letting her body recover from the first smack. Once I deemed her ready, I repeated the action, letting her cry echo through the empty room. Again, she didn’t give the safe word, and I decided that one final spanking would be enough to teach her the lesson. After that, I would have her flip over, and I would tease her by fucking her luscious tits until she begged me to stick it in.
“Pineapple,” she cried out just before I could land the final swat on her ass, and I nodded as I released her. She backed away from me, gently rubbing her tender ass and she looked at me, as I smiled evilly at her.
“Get on the bed,” I told her. She stared at me with tears in her eyes. “We’re not done yet.” She didn't move from that spot, but shook her head.
“Please, no more, Daddy,” she said, her fearful expression still painted on her face. “I’ll be a good Little. No more punishment.” I raised an eyebrow as I watched her.
“No more punishment,” I promised as a smile crept onto my face. “Just pleasure. No more pain.” She nodded hesitantly as I peeled my shirt off over my head and stepped out of my jeans, revealing my massive cock, which was still confined by the fabric of my briefs. As I undressed, I approached her, my whole body trembling in anticipation.
“Open your mouth.” She nodded as I pulled my cock out and shoved it into her mouth.
Like a good girl, she immediately set to work, making her way up and down the shaft, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I looked up towards the ceiling, letting her pleasure me. Much to my surprise, when I had my eyes closed, I imagined Kristina’s pretty little mouth on my cock, not Cynthia’s lop-sided smile. The more I pictured what I would do if it was Kristina, and not Cynthia, at my mercy, the more the feeling of excitement built up inside me, and I started moving her along, guiding her speed and depth. God, Kristina was so good at this when she was mine, and this made me want her even more. I groaned as I felt like I was about to cum in her mouth.
“On your back,” I growled as I pulled free from her. “Move your bra out of the way.” Cynthia did as she was instructed, and I pounced on her like a lion, positioning myself above her luscious breasts. “Hold them up for me.” She squeezed them together, squishing the two perfect mounds as I stuck my cock between them. I loved the way I slid back and forth between them, even more so when she moaned as I thrusted into them.
“Please, Daddy, I need it,” she whimpered beneath me. Before I could respond, the feeling building in me burst, and my hot seed spilled onto her perfect, pale skin.
I shook my head as I pulled free from her. “Sorry, Little One,” I said as I lay down on the bed. “After the playgroup. Right now, I have to go see to them.”
She started to get dressed, and I smiled gently at her. “I love you, Cynthia.” She looked back at me as her hand rested on the knob to the bathroom door.
“I know, Daddy,” she responded before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.