Big Daddy Chapter Three

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As she folded sheets and tided in one of the upstairs bedrooms, Karla chuckled to herself, thinking about the detective waddling away in her messy pants. How delightfully silly she looked, stripped of her authority and forced to toddle back home with a load in her pants. Part of her delighted in the schadenfreude of seeing the tough police officer in such an embarrassingly childish position-- another part of her was envious... as she was envious of any woman who got to feel His touch, no matter how distantly.  

     Karla tried to concentrate on her work... but her thoughts just kept drifting back to Him... his strong, sure hands on her body... Memories of the nights she had spent, side by side with her supposed ‘mistress’ under Daddy’s care, the sweet smell of baby powder in the air and the omnipresent crinkle of diapers in her ears...

     She had to be near him again, she realized. She had to feel his hands on her body, had to hear his voice, soft yet powerful, enclosing her like a gentle fist. She knew He had left specific instructions for her... knew that she wasn’t supposed to contact Him until she’d finished laying the groundwork with Jenna and her friends... knew that disobeying could mean punishment... she smiled softly at the thought.

     Finally, she could resist the urge no longer. She made her way over to the mirror on the far side of the room and gazed deeply into it... but it wasn’t her reflection Karla was staring at. She was looking deep into the reflection of the room behind her, eyes probing into the distance as she spoke the words that had come to consume her every waking thought:

     “Big Daddy... Big Daddy... Big Daddy...”

     The change was immediate, the light dimming as the room filled with a strange creaking sound, like the materials of the house itself were spreading themselves out to accommodate Him... and then He was there. The change in the atmosphere was immediate-- his breathing was powerful and clear, and He brought along with him a masterful presence that she couldn’t describe, a sensation that brought to her both a powerful lust and a vague, indefinable fear-- that primal fear that came from being in the presence of something much more powerful than she was.

     “Why did you summon me?” The voice was as clear as if it was coming from inside her own head, and although it contained not a trace of anger or malice, it still sent a shiver down Karla’s spine. “You know it’s not time yet... we both have too much work to do.” Her heart leapt when she felt his hands on her shoulders, and she let out a breathy sigh when she felt his mouth on the back of her neck.

     “I know, it’s just... I had to see you again,” she whispered, surprised when her voice broke and she found herself on the verge of tears.

     She felt a surge of relief when she heard him chuckle softly, kissing her cheek, one hand trailing down to touch her tummy softly while the other cupped her breast and began squeezing firmly. “Silly girl,” he said with fake exasperation. “What are we going to do with you?”

     “I’m sorry Daddy,” she whispered softly, lips quivering, near tears at the very thought of disappointing him. He turned her around slowly and gathered her into his arms, pressing her against his broad, muscular chest, and she realized the top of her head didn’t even come to his chin.

     “It’s OK, darling,” he said, reaching down to give her bottom a firm pat and squeeze. “I know babies like you sometimes have a hard time controlling yourselves.”

     The gentle condescension of being referred to as a baby filled her with an arousal that was as hot and moist as it was shameful, and she buried her face in his chest, squeezing her eyes against the grateful tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her head back, gazing into her eyes, and he was so handsome that Karla almost started to weep. Wrapping her up in a strong hug, He bent down and kissed her lips firmly... Suddenly, Karla became aware that her pussy was positively dripping.

     “However,” he said, breaking off their kiss, “I do think you might need a little... reminder,” he whispered, giving her tight little bottom a squeeze through her skirt for emphasis. “To behave for me when I’m not here.” He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed, and the next thing Karla knew, she was face down over his lap, her feet wiggling in the air behind her, mouth agape when she felt his palm on her backside-- large enough to cover both cheeks as he rubbed. “And to do as you’re told,” he said, raising his hand in the air and delivering a stinging swat to her backside.

     “Oh no!” she cried breathily, “Daddy, please DON’T! It’s just SO EMBARRASSING!” she overacted playfully, already kicking her legs in the air behind her.  

     “I’m sorry, darling,” he said, flipping her skirt up at the back to reveal her sexy black lace panties.  

     Karla gasped and reached back with her hands to cover herself. “Oh Daddy, please... not on my PANTIES!” she begged, praying he’d ignore her pleas and turn her bottom bright red.

     She needn’t have worried... Daddy simply gathered her wrists up in one of his big hands, pinned them at her lower back, and continued swatting her bottom, not too hard-- just enough to spread a prickly heat across her jiggling buns. Karla squealed and fussed, kicking her feat and pounding her tiny fists into the mattress, playing the brat. Daddy grinned, landing a particularly searing swat right on the center of her silky panties.  

     He continued in this fashion for a few minutes, maintaining a brisk, firm pace that made Karla’s buttocks wobble and turn red, then periodically stopping to rub her tush and spread the heat out, making her sigh and squirm. At last, he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her thighs in one swift, smooth motion.

     “Oooo!” Karla bucked and squealed, her heart racing, an embarrassed, ticklish arousal spreading out across her body, making her squirm across his lap-- which had the unintended effect of thrusting her pussy up against his strong thighs. “Oh DADDY! PLEASE... not on my BARE bottom!” She pleaded, pretending not to notice she had thrust the pert, pink domes of her smooth bare tushy at him and was wiggling them provocatively at him.  

     His next spank landed with a loud, fleshy POP, rapidly followed by five more, and Karla kicked her legs and squealed, no longer play acting... Daddy was out to turn her bottom red now, and leave her with a lasting reminder to obey his orders. He stepped up the pace one final time, and Karla bit back a scream, her ass roasting, jiggling and turning red in the air behind her.

     “Now then: do you promise to be a good girl from now on?” he asked, maintaining a steady rain of swats on her bare bum.

     “Yes Daddy,” she said truthfully.

     “Do you promise you’re going to follow Daddy’s orders from now on?” He asked, the steady beat being spanked out on her chubby rear-end never wavering.

     “Yes Daddy!” She squealed, realizing that her energetic bucking across his lap was beginning to drive her mad with lust, even as the spanking edged her ever closer to tears.

     “And do you know what Daddy’s going to do to you if you’re naughty again?”

     “YES DADDY!” Karla cried, having finally reached her limit-- any more and she was going to burst into tears right there.

     And then, he stopped. Karla relaxed into his lap, squirming and wiggling her butt in an effort to cool it. Her cheeks (both fore and aft) were quite red, and she lay across his lap for a long moment, allowing him to stroke and pat the glowing mounds before him while she purred like a kitten.

     At last, he turned her over, gathering her into his arms once more. Karla pressed against him, burying her face in his shoulder and sighing contentedly. He reached around to give her rosy red rump a squeeze, making her ‘oo’ and ‘ah’ softly in his ear.  

     “You must be patient, my darling,” he whispered. And you must be ready. Soon you’ll be ready to come back with me...”

     “When, Daddy?” she asked, near tears again.

     “Soon,” he repeated, and he kissed her sweetly. “In the meantime, you have to help me... you’re my agent in this world, remember?”

     “I remember,” she whispered.

     “Good girl. When we’re done here, take the journal and place it in Jenna’s room. Then wait for further instructions. Now-- I brought you a little present... do you want to see it?”

     “Yes, Daddy,” she replied breathlessly, shaking with excitement at the thought.

     He placed her on the bed, and she watched with excitement as he reached into his ever present diaper bag to produce a bundle of cloth, which he shook out and held towards her, revealing a pair of thickly padded training panties-- the kind of thing a little girl who just started potty training would wear! The fabric was white, with pretty pastel flowers all over it, and when he turned them to show the back, Karla saw three rows of dainty ruffles across the seat! They were deliciously infantile, and just looking at them filled her with a surge of erotic embarrassment.

     Daddy removed her panties, tossing them over his shoulder-- she wouldn’t need those again. He drew the thick, soft trainers up her legs and over her freshly spanked bottom, making her hiss with pain when he tugged them snugly into place across her buttocks.

     “It won’t be much longer now,” he said, kissing her again before turning and walking back towards the mirror. “Remember what I told you,” he said before disappearing into the frame once more.