Please Daddy(3)

Chapter Two





Dalton held his wife’s hand as they walked towards their building. He’d seen her flushed face when the car had stopped, and she’d not yet been given permission to lower her clothing. While she was so easily embarrassed worrying that anyone glancing inside the car could see that she was on display, he knew the tinted glass made that unlikely but also understood it was a very effective tool in reminding his girl that being naughty wasn’t a good choice. Once Harrison had opened the door, Dalton reached across the space, pulled her panties into place, and lowered her skirt, not the least bit surprised to see the look of intense relief on his little one’s face. She might be grateful now but he knew the flush and squirming would begin again in just a short amount of time.

“Good evening,” the uniformed doorman said, pulling the door open. “I’m glad to see you wearing your coat, Miss Colette.”

“Thank you, Mr. Porter,” Colette said, avoiding Dalton’s eyes, evidently knowing that he understood the comment could only mean that the older man had also worried about her lack of proper outerwear.

They rode the elevator up and exited on their floor. Living in the penthouse allowed the doors to slide open in their foyer. It was here that Dalton went into full blown Daddy mode. Pulling the panties out of his pocket that he’d removed from her earlier, he held them out. “You know where these go, I’m sure.” Her face flushed as she accepted the panties, having to stand on her tiptoes in order to hang them on the hook by the closet door. The action allowed her to understand that her naughtiness would be on display in more ways than one. He turned her to face him, reversing his actions earlier to unbutton and pull the belt free of her overcoat. Once it was off, he held it out and nodded towards the closet.

“Hang up your coat.”

“Yes, sir.” Colette opened the door and soon had completed the task. Turning back, she asked, “Do you want me to hang up yours, Daddy?”

“No, I want you to close the door, please.” He could see her confusion, and yet she obeyed. “Now, open the door, remove your coat and put it on.”

“But I just—”

He didn’t have to speak, his silence and expression making it clear that he expected his instruction to be obeyed. With a soft sigh, she did as instructed and he nodded.

“Care to guess how long that took you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know? Thirty seconds?”

Dalton shook his head. “Try five.” He paused to give a significant glance to the elevator door behind him before returning his gaze to her. She was a highly intelligent woman, and he wasn’t surprised to see her confusion clear.

“But I was holding my briefcase, and the elevator door was already open and—”

“And you decided that ignoring your daddy was perfectly acceptable.” Removing her coat again, he rehung it in the closet, adding his own. As he spoke, he began to slide the pearl buttons of her blouse through their buttonholes.

“Instead of taking a few seconds, you stood right here this morning and ignored my instruction which was given to assure that you were nice and warm.” The last button free, he gave a gentle tug to pull the blouse free of her skirt and then slipped it off her shoulders. “You also ignored Mr. Porter and finally, Harrison, didn’t you?”

“I-I just thought…”

She stopped speaking when, with a deft movement, he had the front closure of her bra undone, and it was quickly removed as well. Her nipples instantly pebbled, and he knew the temperature wasn’t the cause as the apartment was nice and toasty.

“You decided that you knew better than your daddy—”

“No, I just was—”

A quick swat to her bottom given to remind her that interrupting was not wise. “I’m not interested in hearing your excuses, little girl. You did and will now pay the price for that decision.” Unzipping her skirt, he allowed it to fall to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her heels, stockings and, of course, her “Spank Me” panties. Her shoes and stockings were quickly removed before he spoke again.

“I want you to think about the fact that your daddy loves you and when he instructs you to get a coat, it is because he knows you will need one.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to face the closed door. “You will stand here, contemplating the fact that your choice to save five seconds has earned you a spanking.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, her hands fluttering as if wanting to cover her breasts from possible view, facing a door that he was willing to bet she suddenly wished she’d opened that morning.

“Nipples and nose to the wood, young lady.”

Her soft moan was drowned out as another voice filled the foyer.

“I’m so glad you’re home. I was a tad bit worried with the snow. Dinner will be ready whenever you…oh, goodness.”

“Goodness isn’t the word for our little one,” Dalton said and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m afraid dinner will have to wait a bit.”

“I see,” Anita Dyer said, tsking and shaking her head as she looked down at the mistress of the house who stood in the foyer in nothing but her “Spank Me” request in full view. “Of course, sir. Just let me know when you wish it served.”

Dalton saw Coco’s shoulders slump and knew she was fighting feelings of embarrassment at being seen in her state of undress as well as her sorrow at hearing the disappointment in their housekeeper’s voice.

“I shall, thank you.” As he spoke, he stepped closer to the little miscreant and slowly peeled her panties down to her knees, smoothing out the cotton to make sure the prophetic words remained in full view. It took him only a few moments to pluck the pins in her hair free. With her golden locks falling down her back, the tips almost reaching the crease of her perfectly heart-shaped bottom, plump globes quivering just the slightest, the pale surface’s normally smooth texture pebbled with tiny little bumps of gooseflesh, panties at her knees, she was absolute perfection. Their home had many incredible works of art hanging on its walls, and yet he knew that he was presently looking at the masterpiece of their collection.

He gave her rear a light pat before turning to walk further into the apartment. It would make dinner a little late, and yet he was a very firm believer in corner, or in this case, wall time. By the time he called her to him, her mind would have left her professional lawyer role behind, leaving his little one in her place.

Dalton took the time to remove his suit coat, hanging it in the large closet in the master bedroom. It was a room that exuded masculinity, a huge king size bed dominated the space opposite floor to ceiling windows. Large leather chairs sat in front of a hearth, an oversized ottoman offering more than a place to set one’s feet…often holding a naked woman on its surface, kneeling or lying in one of many positions given with the order to display herself. The hardwood floors were softened by Persian rugs, the walls adorned with art. Dalton had eyes for none of these as his mind was occupied with the task at hand. Opening the door of a huge armoire, he scanned the interior, making his choices. Returning to the living room, he could smell the aroma of dinner and yet was not tempted to hurry the evening along in order to sit down to what he knew would be a delicious meal. Just like he never rushed choosing his little one’s panties each morning, he never hurried through the preparations required to ensure that by the time Coco sat for dinner, she’d be one very contrite little lady.

Placing the items he’d retrieved onto a small table, he went towards the hearth. Picking up the antique, yet very sturdy, ladder-back chair from its place, he moved it to the center of the room, next to the table. As he had done when they’d found the chair on one of their weekend jaunts to explore out of the way antique stores and flea markets, he smiled wondering how many men had taken a seat in this very chair in preparation of drawing a naughty girl across their lap to apply needed corporal discipline to a pale bottom. Turning towards the foyer, he took another few moments just watching Colette. It was an activity he’d never tire of.

She was standing as instructed. Her bare bottom, pale as the snow falling outside the window, was pushed out into the room. Small hands were linked on top of her head, her torso pressed against the door so that her nipples made contact properly. Experience told him that the tip of her nose would be a little pink from the pressure necessary to hold her position. Going to the fireplace, he opened the screen to allow more heat to waft across the room. Though he knew he’d be warming her bottom quite thoroughly, he wanted to ensure that Coco wouldn’t grow chilled. Satisfied that all was prepared, he sat down, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and called to his little one.

“Come here, Coco.” He knew it shamed her immensely to be forced to take what he referred to as the “shuffle of shame.” She was completely nude except for her panties, her steps inhibited by their presence at her knees, and even though she knew that she was going to be punished, she came.

While she began to shuffle towards him, he began to roll up his right sleeve. It was a sight he knew had both her pulse rate increasing and her bottom clenching. He had both sleeves rolled to his elbows before her tiny steps brought her to stand directly before him. When her eyes dropped to the table’s surface, widening at what she discovered awaiting her, his eyes scanned her body taking note of the slightly pink tip of her nose, her tightly puckered nipples, and her slightly spread stance necessary to keep her panties at her knees. It didn’t escape him that despite the fact she was trembling slightly, he could see the glistening coating her inner thighs. Two things were abundantly clear as she returned her eyes to his. She wasn’t thrilled about what she’d seen on the table and despite that truth, she couldn’t keep her body from responding to her daddy’s dominance before the first swat ever landed.