Daddy Issues

  I made my­self any­way, fol­low­ing Salt un­til we stood in an­other plain wooden hall­way. It smelled very faintly of the ghost of to­bacco from the ci­gars that had doubt­less been rolled here so many years ago when the build­ing was a fact­ory.

  “Here we are,” Berkley said, push­ing the door closed be­hind us. “Now—we have sev­eral private areas as well as an aud­it­or­ium for pub­lic pun­ish­ments.”

  “Pub­lic pun­ish­ments?” Salt raised an eye­brow at him.

  “Some­times a Baby­girl is so bad, a private pun­ish­ment won’t do.” Berkley fixed his gaze on me. “Some­times she needs the hu­mi­li­ation of hav­ing all the other Bigs and Littles watch­ing her while she is spanked or paddled to really learn her les­son.”

  Was he ser­i­ous? I could hardly be­lieve it but I knew bet­ter than to say any­thing. I simply stared back at him un­til he mo­tioned to both of us.

  “Come, I’ll show you the private areas first. Now, all of these doors on the left side are spank­ing rooms.”

  He opened one of the wooden doors and ex­posed an ar­ray of equip­ment. Flip­ping on the switch, he il­lu­min­ated the room and stepped in­side.

  “What is all this?” Salt asked, look­ing around.

  I wanted to ask the same thing. Hanging against the walls were rows of whips, paddles, canes, and some things with mul­tiple, long leather strands I was pretty sure were called ‘flog­gers.’ The cen­ter of the room was taken up by a long pad­ded bench that was about waist-high. There were hand­cuffs dangling from it on one side.

  “These are in­stru­ments of pun­ish­ment, Mr. Saltanov,” Berkley said mat­ter-of-factly. This is the spank­ing bench.” He pat­ted the pad­ded bench in the cen­ter of the room. “You can bend your Little over the bench and cuff her hands here…” He poin­ted to the cuffs. “So she can­not es­cape her just desserts.”

  “But all of this…” Salt poin­ted along the row of whips and canes. “Usu­ally when I spank my mishka I only use my hand. She is too small and del­ic­ate for rough treat­ment.”

  “I think you’d be sur­prised what your Little can bear,” Berkley said. “A gentle spank­ing does no good. You have to really red­den those but­tocks to get your point across some­times. And don’t stop un­til your Baby­girl is truly con­trite.”

  The way Berkley was look­ing at me made me want to either shoot him or pis­tol whip him into sub­mis­sion. My fin­gers itched for my gun and I wished there was any place to hide it on the flouncy little girl cos­tume I was wear­ing. How dare he sug­gest that I needed this kind of pun­ish­ment just for speak­ing up? Be­cause clearly that was what he was say­ing. He was telling Salt that he was too soft on me. As if he owned me or had the right to pun­ish me in any way! I was my own wo­man, damn it! I’d been on my own from an early age and I could take care of my­self.

  I could have taken care of Berkley, too, if I’d only had my gun.

  Salt must have felt the ten­sion flow­ing through my body be­cause he simply nod­ded to Berkley.

  “I will take your ad­vice un­der con­sid­er­a­tion. In the mean­time, what other areas are here?”

  “Well…” Berkley turned off the lights in the spank­ing room and led us down the hall­way to an­other door. “Here we have the med­ical suites. Now this is where you’ll want to come when you need to change your Little’s plug.”

  “Ex­cuse me? Plug?” Salt asked po­litely.

  Berkley raised one salt and pep­per eye­brow at him.

  “My, you really are new to the scene, aren’t you?”

  “I have been in­ter­ested for a long time but only de­cided to pur­sue when I found my little mishka,” Salt said apo­lo­get­ic­ally. “So please ex­plain.”

  From the time spent in Vice, I thought I knew what Berkley was go­ing to say but I sin­cerely hoped I was wrong.

  “Why, her bot­tom plug, of course,” he said, con­firm­ing my sus­pi­cion. “Every Baby­girl at the In­sti­tute gets one. It’s ne­ces­sary to get her ready to take her Daddy’s cock deep in­side her back pas­sage.”

  I felt cold all over and looked up at Salt with wide eyes.

  “Papa?” My voice was a croak.

  “This will not be ne­ces­sary for us,” he said quickly, speak­ing to Berkley. “I do not…take my little mishka in this way.”

  Berkley frowned. “I’m afraid it’s one of the rules here at the In­sti­tute. Your Little must have a plug. But don’t worry if you don’t have one—we have a full se­lec­tion along with plenty of lube and other ac­cessor­ies. And all our med­ical suites are fully equipped for the pro­ced­ure. Here, see for your­self…”

  He opened one of the wooden doors. I ex­pec­ted to see an­other room full of strange and kinky equip­ment and I wasn’t dis­ap­poin­ted. There was an exam table in the middle of the room with stir­rups at­tached to one end and a lot of weird equip­ment on a rolling metal tray be­side it. But the room was already oc­cu­pied.

  “Oh!” The noise of sur­prise was made by a girl who looked to be in her mid-twen­ties. She had long, curly red hair and was kneel­ing on the exam table on her hands and knees. Her short skirt was flipped up to show she wasn’t wear­ing any un­der­wear. Her bare but­tocks were bright red, as though she’d just got­ten a harsh spank­ing. Be­hind her stood a middle aged man in a gray suit and glasses and be­side him, stood a stern look­ing wo­man wear­ing an old fash­ioned white nurse’s uni­form, com­plete with a little white cap pinned to her hair.

  “Ex­cuse us, Nurse Nancy,” Berkley said. “I was just giv­ing our new Daddy and his Little a tour of the fa­cil­it­ies. I didn’t real­ize this room was oc­cu­pied.”

  He star­ted to shut the door but the nurse stopped him.

  “No, that’s all right, Dir­ector Berkley,” she said. “Ac­tu­ally, I think it’s quite a good thing you opened the door when you did. Little Patty here has been act­ing up out­rageously. It will be good for her to have the hu­mi­li­ation of let­ting strangers see her shame—it will help her learn her les­son. Don’t you think so, Daddy Thomas?”

  “In­deed, I do.” The middle aged man nod­ded his head vig­or­ously. Nobody asked the girl but then, I sup­posed she didn’t have any say in the mat­ter.

  “Well, well—and what seems to be the prob­lem?” Berkley mo­tioned us in­side and though I really didn’t want to go, Salt had me firmly by the hand and I had to fol­low him into the room.

  “Little Patty here, has been throw­ing a tan­trum be­cause her Daddy told her it was time to move up to the next sized plug.”

  The stern nurse held up a device about three inches long from its roun­ded tip to its flat base. In between was a roun­ded bulge which tapered sharply be­fore reach­ing the base. Per­haps the weird­est thing about it was the fact that it was bright, Bar­bie doll pink and there ap­peared to be rhinestones wink­ing from the base. All in all it was con­sid­er­ably big­ger than any­thing I would ever want put up my butt. Then again, I didn’t want any­thing up there. From the tears in the girl’s eyes, she felt the same way.

  “Please, Daddy,” she whispered, talk­ing to the man who was clearly her Big in a soft, plead­ing tone. “Please, it’s too big.”

  “But it’s not as big as my cock, kit­ten.” The man the nurse had called Daddy Thomas stroked the girl’s cheeks lov­ingly. “Don’t you want to be able to please your Daddy and take his big hard cock all the way up that tight little ass of yours?”

  “Well…yes…” The girl nod­ded. “But I’m afraid it might hurt.”

  “Not if you re­lax and open up for Daddy, kit­ten.” He stroked her reddened ass cheeks sooth­ingly. “And af­ter­wards, Daddy will make you feel so good. Re­mem­ber, good girls get spe­cial kisses between their legs.”

  I could feel my cheeks get­ting hot at his im­plic­a­tion. In ad­di­tion to not want­ing any­thing up my rear, I was also very re­luct­ant to let a man put his face between
my thighs. It made me feel too vul­ner­able some­how…too open. I didn’t like that feel­ing—didn’t like it one bit.

  But clearly, this wasn’t how the red-haired girl felt.

  “Oh, yes, Daddy,” she said eagerly. “I love when you give me spe­cial kisses!”

  “Well then, you have to open up and take your new plug like a big girl, kit­ten,” he said. “Please don’t make me paddle you again. You’re little ass is already rosy red—I know it must hurt.”

  “It does…” Two fat tears slipped down the girl’s flushed cheeks. “I don’t want an­other spank­ing, Daddy. Not now, any­way.”

  “Well then, spread your legs for Daddy.” He held out his hand and the nurse coated the tip of the bright pink plug lib­er­ally in lube and handed it to him.

  “Okay, Daddy.” The girl had star­ted cry­ing again but she wasn’t try­ing to fight him. In­stead, she spread her legs wider, show­ing us the tight bud of her anus as well as the soft, pink folds of her bare pussy. I couldn’t help no­ti­cing that she was clean shaven down there—com­pletely smooth. I sup­posed that was how this sick fuck pre­tend­ing to be her Daddy liked her.

  The Daddy in ques­tion pressed the tip of the plug to the girl’s tight rose­bud. She wiggled a little and let out a cry as he began to push it in.

  Once more I wished help­lessly for my gun but even if I’d had it with me, there wasn’t much I could have done. If I tried to stop the scene in front of me, I would have blown our cover for sure. Still, I didn’t want to just stand by and watch the girl get anally vi­ol­ated.

  I star­ted to step for­ward but Salt stopped me with a hand on my arm. He pulled me back­wards, away from the ac­tion so that we could speak privately in the back corner of the room.

  “Let go,” I muttered to him, un­der my breath. “We can’t just stand here and watch this hap­pen without do­ing any­thing about it!”

  “Look at her, Andi,” he mur­mured back, speak­ing dir­ectly into my ear.

  “I see her,” I snapped back. “She’s cry­ing be­cause she’s be­ing anally raped!”

  “I do not think it is rape,” he said softly. “And I do not think she is un­will­ing. Look at her—she is aroused.”

  “What are you talk­ing about?” I de­man­ded. “How can some­thing like this arouse her?”

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Maybe be­cause she en­joys sub­mit­ting? But look at her pussy—she is wet, Andi. So wet and open.”

  Re­luct­antly, I looked at the girl on the table again. To my chag­rin, I saw that Salt was right. The girl’s pussy was swollen and spread as though beg­ging for at­ten­tion. And she was so wet her juices were coat­ing the in­sides of her thighs. This seemed to catch the at­ten­tion of her Daddy too.

  “Look at you, kit­ten,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Look at how hot and wet your little cunny is get­ting for Daddy.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” the girl gasped breath­lessly. “Please Daddy, touch me while you do this. Touch me while you fill up my little hole.”

  “Of course I will, kit­ten.” As he con­tin­ued to in­sert the plug with one hand, he slipped his other between her legs and began rub­bing her swollen pussy. The girl moaned and ground her­self against his fin­gers, gasp­ing and cry­ing as he slipped the thick plug deeper and deeper into her back pas­sage.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she gasped, writh­ing against him. “Oh, Daddy, I think…I think I’m go­ing to come! Please, Daddy—can I come?”

  “As soon as I get your new plug all the way in­side you, kit­ten,” he told her. “Then you have Daddy’s per­mis­sion to come all over his fin­gers.”

  “Yes, Daddy…please, Daddy!” she moaned, press­ing back against him.

  Though I would have sworn earlier that this whole scene was com­pletely non­con­sen­sual, I saw now that Salt was right. It was just some kind of a show the two of them were put­ting on and it seemed like the girl really got off on hav­ing an audi­ence. Prob­ably that was the whole point of hav­ing the nurse in the room in the first place—so she could “wit­ness” the op­er­a­tion. And now we had got­ten roped in to watch­ing too.

  The whole thing was sick but I found I couldn’t drag my eyes away. As the bright pink plug fi­nally slid home in­side her, the girl threw back her head and moaned like a wild an­imal.

  “Daddy!” she gasped, press­ing back hard against his fin­gers. “Oh, Daddy I’m com­ing! Com­ing so hard just for you.”

  “That’s right, kit­ten,” he growled, rub­bing her slick pussy harder and faster. “That’s right, come for me. Come for Daddy. Come nice and hard.”

  God, were they for real? Did this weird fet­ish really turn them on that much?

  More to the point, was it turn­ing me on? Be­cause my nipples were tight and tender and the V between my legs seemed to be pulsing in time to my heart­beat. I felt wet and swollen there. But why would watch­ing such a sick dis­play do that to me?

  Sud­denly, as we watched the in­tim­ate scene, I real­ized Salt and I were still hold­ing hands. I tore my eyes away from the sight on the exam table and looked up at him, ex­pect­ing to see him with his gaze glued to the erotic sight be­fore us.

  In­stead, his ice-blue eyes were fixed on me. For a mo­ment—just a mo­ment—I ima­gined let­ting him do that to me. Ima­gined let­ting him open me like that and fill me.

  Then I gave a little gasp and yanked my hand out of his.

  “Andi,” he began in a low voice but I was already out of the room, run­ning down the hall­way to the black double doors. I bolted through them and clattered down the steps as fast as I could. The damn pat­ent leather shoes pinched me hor­ribly but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away from the weird scene we’d wit­nessed and the strange, dis­turb­ing feel­ings it raised in me.

  Chapter Four

  “Mishka! Mishka, no—please stop!” Salt caught me be­fore I could get to the front door. Caught me in his arms and held me though I tried to get loose.

  “Let me go, Salt!” I beat against his chest use­lessly. “Let me go, I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want that done to me! I don’t want you to do it!”

  “Of course not. Of course not, my darling.” He stroked my hair sooth­ingly, still hold­ing me close.

  After a mo­ment, I stopped fight­ing him and clung to him in­stead, bury­ing my face in his broad chest. Why had we come to this hor­rible place and how in the hell were we go­ing to get out of it? It oc­curred to me that I was act­ing like a frightened child, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

  What I had seen had really shaken me up for some reason. I didn’t know if it was the ab­ject sub­mis­sion the girl had shown or the way she kept shout­ing out “Daddy” when she came, but for whatever reason, I felt com­pletely freaked out. And let me tell you, that’s not easy to do. I’ve been with the PD for a long time and not much ruffles my feath­ers. But this did. So much that I felt like I needed to scrub my eye­balls out with soap. Or maybe my brain so I could get rid of the weird, sexual im­ages that were now play­ing on a loop that wouldn’t stop.

  “Mr. Saltanov?” I heard Dir­ector Berkley say, com­ing down the stairs after us. “Is everything all right?”

  “Fine,” Salt said, still hold­ing me close. “Everything will be fine.”

  “I don’t think so,” Berkley said.

  I looked up from the shel­ter of my part­ner’s broad chest and saw that the Dir­ector was star­ing dis­ap­prov­ingly at both of us.

  “Look, Mr. Saltanov, I’m truly sorry but I’m afraid your Little may be too…er, high strung for life here at the In­sti­tute.”

  “She is simply frightened—be­cause you frightened her,” Salt growled an­grily. “I told you she is new to this scene and then I told you I do not use her back pas­sage in this way. And what do you do? You say it is rule that all Littles must have plugs and show her a scene to frighten any little girl to death! What is wrong with you?”

  ??
?I…I’m sorry.” Dir­ector Berkley seemed some­what taken aback at Salt’s vehe­ment at­tack. “I didn’t know she was quite so new as all that.”

  “I have paid good money to be here and I wish to stay,” Salt said, still glar­ing at the other man. “But I do not wish to have my little girl frightened in this way. She is vir­gin here.” One big hand drif­ted down to cup my trem­bling ass. “I do not even put my fin­gers or my tongue in­side her there—not yet.”

  Fin­gers and tongue? Not yet? I looked up at Salt but Berkley was already talk­ing again.

  “Very well.” The Dir­ector looked dis­gruntled. “We can delay the pla­cing of the plug for a little while at least. But I must in­sist that you and your Little have a ses­sion with our staff psy­cho­lo­gist, Dr. Ne­w­house, while you are here. In fact, the sooner the bet­ter. I think the two of you should meet with her to­mor­row at her earli­est con­veni­ence.”

  “All right.” Salt drew him­self up to his full height. “This we can do as long as this doc­tor prom­ises to keep his hands to him­self. Mishka is mine and I do not al­low any­one else to play with her.”

  “Dr. Lucy Ne­w­house is a fe­male and a con­sum­mate pro­fes­sional,” Berkley said stiffly. “I wouldn’t have chosen her for my staff, oth­er­wise.”

  “Thank you. Then we will stay. And we will speak with this Dr. Ne­w­house to­mor­row.” Salt nod­ded his head regally as though he was do­ing the other man a fa­vor.

  “Fine.” Berkley still didn’t look happy about it. “Then if your Little can con­trol her emo­tions, I do be­lieve it’s time for sup­per.”

  “You have shown us where din­ing room is—we will meet you there,” Salt said firmly. “First I must talk to my mishka.”

  “Very well.” The dir­ector strode off, the set of his shoulders un­der his ex­pens­ive suit look­ing very angry in­deed.

  The mo­ment he was gone, Salt pulled me close and leaned down to whis­per in my ear.

  “Andi, are you all right?”