“All right, out you come,” he said, lifting her out and wrapping a towel around her nakedness. “Go ahead and brush your teeth.” While she obeyed, he emptied the tub, putting the washcloth over the rack to dry. They left the bathroom to return to her room.
Colette stood in the center of the room, holding her breath. She believed that despite his secrecy, once he chose her traveling clothes, she’d know exactly where they were going…well, at least what sort of climate she could expect. Practically bouncing, she watched as he went into her closet and then opened her dresser drawers, one after another, choosing several items before moving towards her bed. Laying the items down, he turned to her, his frame blocking her view.
Reaching for her, he began to pluck the clips from her hair. “Ow!” she yelped, reaching up to rub a spot on her scalp.
“If you’d stop squirming, you wouldn’t have your hair pulled. What on earth is the matter?” Dalton asked, pushing her fingers away and checking the spot she’d been rubbing.
“Nothing,” she answered, leaning to the side again in an attempt to look past him.
Dalton turned his head and then grinned. “Ah, I see. Well, what is your guess?”
Caught, she tried to think of something to say but finally giggled. “How did you know?”
“Coco, even if your face wasn’t an open book, all this bouncing and twisting about trying to look at your clothes is a dead giveaway.” Plucking the last clip free, he waved his hand to the bed. “Go ahead and look. Daddy will be right back.”
Stepping to the bed the moment he left her room, she tossed the panties aside. She wore panties every day so they were useless in providing a clue. Lifting the next garment and then the next, she sighed. The pink jumper was one she wore often, in all types of weather and the pink and white striped t-shirt was long sleeved but light enough to be worn when hot outside. The pair of white tights were not the thick wool ones but would provide cover for her legs.
“Well? Where are we going?”
Sighing, she turned to him. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t look so sad,” Dalton said, “I promise when we get there you are going to love it. Okay?”
About to respond, her mouth closed before she uttered a word at the sight of the object in his hand. Surely he wasn’t planning on adding that to her ensemble.
“Go ahead and bend over the bed, sweetie. Daddy will seat your little plug and then get you dressed.”
It appeared he’d been quite serious though she hadn’t actually expected him to make good his promise so soon. Learning that he did indeed intend to give her heinie hole more attention and was going to replace the anal plug he’d only removed a short time earlier, she couldn’t help but whine. “Daddy…please. I’ll be a good girl. I don’t need that.”
Dalton didn’t even hesitate as he finished placing a small dollop of lube at the tip of the recently sterilized plug. “Daddy decides what his little girl needs. Now, bend over and spread your cheeks apart before I decide that you need a spanking as well.”
Holding a plug was bad enough, having to hold one and sit on a recently roasted rear was even worse. Laying her torso on the mattress, she reached behind her and pulled her globes apart.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
While she instantly felt a rush of pleasure at his words, she still had to bite her bottom lip and force herself not to clench when the tip of the plug pushed against her entrance. A small moan and a little fidget later, her bottom had swallowed its invader, and her daddy was giving her tush a pat. “All right, you may release.” He held her panties as she stepped into them and, as always, he bent forward and placed a kiss directly on her sex. She was puzzled when he turned her to face away but then flushed as he changed the routine by adding another set of kisses, one to each side of her bottom that were held slightly apart due to the flange of the plug before he pulled the fabric up and over her bottom. She held up her arms as he settled the t-shirt over her head, followed by the jumper. She didn’t whine until he lifted her and sat her on the bed.
“Daddy, it hurts me.”
“What does?” he asked, rolling the legs of the tights down and reaching for her foot.
“The…the plug.”
“Coco, you’ve held that plug many times. I know for a fact that it doesn’t hurt you. It might sting a bit going in, but once it’s seated, it’s fine. You didn’t even remember it was in your heinie hole until I removed it for your bath now, did you?”
Allowing him to take her foot to slip it into the tights, she tried another tactic. “No, but that’s because I was laying down and sleeping. I-I feel it when I sit.”
“Then it is doing a good job of reminding you that I expect you to be on your very best behavior today.”
Sighing, she knew the plug would remain exactly where it was until her daddy decided to remove it. Once her pink tennis shoes were tied, he bent forward and kissed her.
“Besides, I believe that you will be quite glad to have held your bottom binkie soon enough.”
Not imagining how that could possibly be true, she shook her head. Dalton chuckled and lifted her to her feet, patting her ass. “We’ll see if you change your mind. Now, let’s get some breakfast and then we really need to leave.”
Before stepping into the elevator, she smiled. “I know sort of where we’re going.
“Sort of?” Dalton asked, the handle of a suitcase in each hand as they stepped into the elevator.
“Yes, we’re going somewhere cold,” she chirped, running her hands down the front of her coat. “Can we go skiing? Oh, and ride the snowmobile?”
Dalton laughed and pressed a button on the panel. “Seems like you’ve forgotten that New York is in the middle of a cold front. You’d be wearing a coat even if we were just dashing to the car.”
The truth of his words had her deflating for a moment before she realized that instead of going down, the elevator car was rising. The only thing above them was the roof and if they were going to the roof, that meant they were going on a helicopter!
“Oh, then we’re going somewhere close!” she said. “Am I right?” Her daddy just smiled and led her from the elevator when the doors opened.
The wind whipped her hair and caused her to shiver. She’d not noticed that the snow from the day before had continued to fall, coating the roof with a layer of white. By the time he had pulled their two suitcases from the elevator, another bag slung over his shoulder, she was more than ready to get out of the biting wind. “Stay close,” Dalton said, and by the time he lifted her into the waiting helicopter, he was chuckling.
“Still hope to go skiing?” he asked, fastening her seat belt and taking her hands, rubbing them between his palms.
“Maybe not so much,” she admitted. “It’s really cold but we could sit in the hot tub to get warm. Is there a hot tub where we’re going, Daddy?”
“You are just adorable,” he said in way of an answer, tucking a blanket around her legs and settling the headphones over her ears. The copter took off, causing her tummy to do a nosedive, and yet she was thrilled. She loved flying over the city that she called home.
Colette was partially correct in her guess. The helicopter ride had been short but as it began its descent at the airport, she knew their trip was not yet over. While she loved riding in the copter, landing always had her fingers gripping the armrests and her eyes clenching shut. She didn’t relax until the skids settled and the sound of the engine disappeared. Dalton plucked the headphones from her, looping them over a hook before undoing her seat belt.
“Thank you,” she said. Now that they had landed safely, she looked out the window towards a plane that was sitting on the tarmac. A car pulling up drew her attention but when its occupants appeared, she squealed.
“Trisha!”
“Honey, I don’t think she can hear you from here,” Dalton said, disembarking the helicopter and holding out his arms.
Colette practically leapt into them. “Daddy, it’s Trisha and Uncle Joe!” Looking up at him as he set her on her feet, she realized that he didn’t seem to be the least bit surprised. “Are they coming with us? Oh, Daddy! Are they? Please!”
“Yes, Coco, they are and…”
Before he could finish his sentence, she was racing across the concrete, squealing and waving. Trisha turned and began running towards her. The two women grabbed each other’s hands and danced in a circle, laughing, hugging, and attempting to talk at the same time.
Trisha was her very best friend in the whole world. The two had met at the first play date that Coco had attended. Despite Dalton’s assurance that she’d enjoy the evening, she’d been terrified at the time. She’d been positive that she’d feel shamed at her desire to take on the role of a “little” and sure she’d never fit in with other women who shared the same dream of being cared for by their daddies. Instead, she’d entered the home of Joe Jackson to find him explaining that his own little girl had been so excited that she’d been naughty and was, at the present, standing in the living room, nose pressed into the corner, hands behind her back, panties at her ankles and her bare bottom on display.