Page 5 of Lacey's Daddy
Brian releases my hips and guides my chin back to center. “Look at me, Little one.”
My flush grows as I meet his gaze.
“I don’t like you lying to me. It’s very naughty.”
The look of disappointment on his face makes tears well up in my eyes in an instant. I’ve been on the verge of tears for several minutes, so they spring back instantly. I don’t like disappointing Brian. It makes my tummy hurt worse than the bruising. It makes me feel icky on the inside.
My lip starts trembling. I can’t stop the tears. They fall freely.
Brian’s eyes widen, and he keeps one hand on my lap while he reaches over to snag a tissue from the box on the counter.
His kindness and the way he protects me as if I might be in danger of falling makes me cry for real now. A sob escapes and then another.
“Sweet girl…” Brian dabs at the tears running down my cheeks before snagging several more tissues and pulling up the rolling stool to sit in front of me.
I’m mortified, and when I try to take the tissues from him, he holds them out of my reach. “Let Daddy do it.” He wipes my cheeks again and then holds the tissue up to my nose. “Blow.”
I can’t stop myself from obeying him even though it’s gross and embarrassing. I blow my nose into the pile of tissues.
“Good girl.”
I cry harder when he says that. He’s being so kind to me. I come to the Dungeon usually twice a month. I play with the other Littles and sometimes talk to a Daddy, including Brian, but I’ve never gotten this close to one of them. I’ve never done a scene or gone into a private room.
A lot of the Littles like to misbehave and get spanked, even for fun, but the idea of that makes me want to vomit.
Brian wipes my face a few more times before I pull myself together. I realize when I suck back the last few sniffles I’m holding my hurt arm with my other one. Shoot. I let it go and rest it on my lap, looking down.
I’m shaking.
“How about we start over, sweet girl.”
Chapter Two
Start over? What does he mean by that?
I lift my gaze to take in his expression. He looks kind and patient.
“Tell Daddy why your tummy hurts, and I want the truth. I don’t want you to make something up about falling and hitting your tummy on the way down to land on your hand.”
I’m so nervous. “Are you going to spank me?” I ask in a very soft voice.
He frowns. “Do you need me to spank you, Lacey?”
I shake my head quickly. “No, Sir.”
“How about if you tell me the truth, and then it will be a moot issue, huh?” He lifts a brow.
“I don’t want to.”
He frowns for a moment and then inhales deeply before glancing at my left arm. “I’m going to look at your arm, Little one,” he says, changing the subject. “Let’s get this sweater off.” He reaches for the end of the sleeve and gently eases my white sweater down my arm.
I bite my lip while he does so, hoping he won’t be able to tell what might have happened to my wrist. I don’t want to lie tohim. It makes me feel like I might be sick, but I can’t tell him the truth either. It’s too humiliating.
I’m wearing a pale blue dress under my sweater and white tights with white flats. Every part of my outfit came from a secondhand store, so the shoes are scuffed, the tights are dingy, the dress is worn, and the sweater has a few spots I repaired with my mom’s sewing kit.
I only have a few outfits to wear to the Dungeon, and I keep them hidden in the bottom of my drawers at home so my father won’t find them.
After Brian whisks my sweater away and sets it on the counter, he picks up my arm so gently at the elbow and looks closely, turning it over and back a few times. He glides a finger over the nasty bruising. It’s slightly swollen but not as bad as other times.
