On their first Wednesday outing together, Daddy laid out his rules. She wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, even if they spoke to her, unless he gave his permission and introduced her. If he did, she was expected to be polite but reserved, answer any questions with proper respect, but not pose any queries of her own. She was also to keep her eyes lowered except when she was answering a direct question.

Unfortunately, Kelly was naturally curious and outspoken. Two traits which didn't bode well for her on the Wednesday after they'd agreed to continue their relationship for a minimum of two more years. That's when they were approached by another daddy, whose adult little girl appeared to be a few years older than Kelly.

"Graham. I haven't seen you for ages. How are you?"

"Good, Trent. And you?"

"Excellent. This is my new young miss, Susie." He gave the pouting young woman beside him a nudge. "Say hello and make your curtsey to Mr. White, Susie."

Beneath her winter coat, Susie was dressed in a light blue woolen shift with a frilly apron front reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland. Too cute for words, she dipped into a quick, girlish curtsey and said, "Hello, Mr. White."

"Good afternoon, Susie. That is a very pretty dress you're wearing."

Kelly narrowed her eyes as the other girl giggled, gave another curtsey, and replied, "Thank you, sir." Too cute for words and loaded with enough sugar to cause diabetes.

"And this is Kelly. We've been together a little over a month. Kelly, say hello to Mr. Cartwright and Susie."

Kelly scowled at Little Miss Susie-Q, wondering what her game was. "Hello."

Daddy gave Kelly's hand a warning pat. "You can do better than that, young lady."

She could, but she didn't want to. "Hello, Mr. Cartwright," she murmured a bit more sweetly as she glared at Susie. "How old are you supposed to be, anyway?"

"Kelly!" Daddy turned her around to face him. "You're being unforgivably rude."

She shrugged. Little Miss Susie-Q was still smiling at Kelly's daddy in a way that put her teeth on edge. "I don't like her."

"That is neither the point nor a proper excuse. You do not speak directly to other young ladies without first asking permission. I made that quite clear to you, did I not?"

Fully aware she'd broken a rule but wanting to get away from this other couple as soon as possible, she said, "Yes, sir. Can we go to the museum, now, please?"

Daddy's brows lowered over his eyes. "That's a reward, Kelly, and with your current attitude, I don't think you deserve one. Who determines where we go and when we leave?"

"You do, but—"

"I think you'd best remain quiet, young lady. Looks like I'll need to give you another lesson in proper etiquette once we're home."

Kelly frowned. Not what she wanted to hear at all. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Forgive her, Trent. Manners are not Kelly's strong suit."

Trent Cartwright chuckled. "Susie and I had a small contretemps before we saw you, so I understand entirely. May I speak to your young miss?"

"If you wish, though I can't guarantee you'll care for her replies."

"I'll chance it. Kelly, do you like dolls?"

Kelly's eyebrows drew together. Was that a trick question or something? "Yes, sir."

"Good. Susie hasn't been treating hers properly, so would you like one or two of them?"

"Daddy!" Susie protested. Maybe that's why the young miss had been pouting earlier.

"Hush, Susie. I warned you what would happen if you didn't treat your things better."

Susie pushed her bottom lip out in an unmistakable pout and stamped a patent leather Mary Jane on the sidewalk. Little Miss Susie-Q was throwing a temper tantrum on the street. This should be interesting. Kelly glanced up at Mr. Cartwright to see how he reacted to his young miss's public display, surprised to find the man smiling down at his little girl with indulgent patience. Then he gazed at Graham White again. "If you don't mind, I'd like to teach Susie that actions have consequences. Perhaps the two of you could join us for tea this afternoon?"

"No!" both Kelly and Susie responded in tandem.

Daddy glared down at Kelly. "Instead of tea, perhaps we should take them someplace where we can impress proper manners on their bared backsides."

"Not a bad idea at all. We live a few blocks away, and I've collected a nice array of paddles you are welcome to try if you wish."

Kelly drew in a gasp as she shook her head then looked pleadingly at Daddy, but he merely gave her hand a warning squeeze as his attention returned to Mr. Cartwright.

"That sounds delightful. Lead the way."

Digging in her heels, Kelly pulled back, but Daddy's angry scowl had her instantly reconsidering that plan of action. "No, Daddy, please. I'm sorry. I'll be good."

"You will do as I say, take your punishment, and thank me afterwards."

Tears slid down Kelly's cheeks. Outside of the doctor's office, he didn't punish her in front of other people, and the prospect of him doing that now deeply unsettled her. "I'm sorry."

"Yes, well you should have thought of that earlier. Come along." He gave her hand a tug, so Kelly followed without further comment. Arguing and whining would only make things worse, but she didn't want this. Not at all.

Susie accompanied her daddy almost eagerly. Kelly couldn't see her face, but, from the skip in her step, she wondered if public punishments were something Susie-Q was not only accustomed to, but enjoyed.

As they approached Mr. Cartwright's building, Kelly gave Daddy's hand another small tug. He glanced down at her. Something in her expression must have indicated how uneasy she was, because he immediately bent down to speak with her privately. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you think I wouldn't punish you for your poor attitude and etiquette?"

"No, but…"

"But what?"

"I thought you'd wait until we got home. I—" Kelly put her hands over her face.

"Normally, I would have, but you directly defied me in front of my friend, and I consider that inexcusable. Since Susie did the same thing, I think it's appropriate you are both punished together."

Lowering her hands, Kelly whispered, "She likes it."

He frowned. "What?"

"She enjoys getting spanked before an audience. I can tell. She's not upset at all. This will be fun for her."

"I sincerely doubt her daddy is going to make this a pleasant experience, Kelly."

"I think he will. I think they—"

"Enough. I've listened to your objections, but they aren't going to change my mind. You were naughty, Kelly. And what happens to naughty little girls?"

"They get spanked by their daddies," she parroted back.

"That's right, and unless you want Susie's daddy to add in a few swats of his own on your backside, I suggest you stop fussing and start obeying."

Kelly's heart dropped to her feet with that threat. He'd never allowed anyone else to punish her, and she'd never imagined he would. In fact, he'd told her he would be the only one to touch her intimately as long as they were together. Staring at him, she gasped out a sob of misery.

He straightened at her reaction and frowned down at her. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, realizing her position was much more tenuous than she'd thought. Afraid of what might happen, she stared down at her loafers.

Bending toward her again, he wiped the tears from her cheeks and whispered, "You're my little girl, Kelly. I'd never let anyone hurt you."

"But you said you'd let Mr. Cartwright spank me."

"And that thought bothers you this much?"

Nodding, she gazed up at him again.

"Then, I won't allow him to touch you."

Relieved, Kelly attempted a smile. "Thank you, Daddy."

Giving a nod, he reached for her hand. "Come along. We're keeping our host waiting."

The four of them got into an elevator, which they rode to the fifteenth floor.

"I don't own a penthouse like you, Graham, but I've soundproofed the walls, so you needn't worry about anyone overhearing."

"Smart decision."

"This way," he said pointing the way when the elevator doors slid apart. He led them down the hall to a door, which he unlocked. Kelly's first impression of Mr. Cartwright's apartment was its fancy décor. Pastel flowers, crystal vases, lamps with figurines. It all seemed very feminine. And when a young woman in high heels, party dress, and pearls entered from a side room, Kelly understood why. Susie, it appeared, had a mommy and a daddy, and that thought had Kelly gripping Daddy's hand in dismay. He gave her fingers an absent pat but didn't say anything.

"You're back from your walk early, Trent. Something happen?"

Trent Cartwright kissed the woman on the cheek. "Our little girls misbehaved, so we brought them back to be punished."

"Really?" The scowl the woman gave Susie made Kelly's backside clench. Susie probably got double punishments, but all the little girl did was lower her head and say, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Kelly gave Daddy's hand another tug. "I want to leave, Daddy. Now. Please don't make me do this."

"Hush. It will be beneficial for you to observe how other families interact with their little girls."

Still shaking her head in doubt, she clutched Daddy's hand while Mr. Cartwright made the introductions. "Darling, you remember Graham White, don't you? This is his new little girl, Kelly."

Mrs. Cartwright kissed Daddy on the cheek. "Of course I remember Graham. Nice to see you. You haven't been to any of the recent munches, so I wondered if you'd abandoned the lifestyle for a more conventional arrangement with your last little girl. Louise, wasn't it?"

Graham White smiled. "Yes, Louise. And no, I haven't entertained any thought of leaving the lifestyle. At least not yet."

Then Mrs. Cartwright turned to Kelly, who promptly backed up against Daddy. "Hello, Kelly. Are you scared, little one?"

Kelly nodded. No point in lying about that. She wanted to go home—

"Well, I doubt it will be that bad. I'm sure your daddy takes care of you after a punishment. Doesn't he?"

Kelly frowned, unsure what the woman meant, but Daddy answered for her.

"Actually, we don't play that way, Marge. I prefer not to mix discipline with pleasure. I consider the activities opposite and contradictory."

"I see. Well, Susie gets a reward from her daddy or me if she takes her punishment well. We think it's only fair to foster good behavior using both the stick and sugar. She's gotten to enjoy her punishments more that way, and we don't have nearly as much resistance as we used to before we implemented our pleasuring techniques."

Kelly began to suspect what it was they did and wasn't sure she wanted to witness a pleasure session. Outside of the rare "nighty-night" rub, when it was either too late or inconvenient for Kelly to leave her bed, Daddy restricted all their adult sexual interaction to his bedroom. Being petted to an orgasm after a spanking might be pleasurable, but it would blur the lines between Little and adult, and Kelly felt more secure with the separation.

"Every family has its own rules, but I would prefer Kelly wish to avoid punishments rather than look forward to what happens afterward."

Mrs. Cartwright's responding smile was a little brittle. "Well, as you say, to each his own. Should we start with corner time?"

"Sounds perfect," Mr. Cartwright responded with a broad grin as he removed his little girl's coat. "Susie, you take your regular corner. Graham, Kelly can stand over there, if you like."

Daddy took off Kelly's padded jacket and gloves then led her over to the corner Mr. Cartwright indicated. "Take your proper position, Kelly," he ordered firmly.

After giving Daddy one final silent appeal, which was met with a quick shake of his head, Kelly lowered her pants and panties and assumed the required pose with a small sob. She'd done as much at the doctor's office, so she shouldn't be embarrassed showing her butt this way, but she was.

"Kelly has a very attractive form, Graham. She's round in all the right places," Mr. Cartwright complimented. Kelly's upper cheeks grew warm with the observation, and she suspected they were red.

"Thank you. Susie appears to enjoy being exhibited this way. Do you do this often?"

"Corner time? Yes, I'd say almost every day."

"No, I meant having her display her charms so obviously for guests."

"She's taken well to being the center of attention whenever we have company. I've taught her to present and take her position over any adult's knee I choose. She does it now without complaint. Of course, we don't stint on her rewards, either. Do we, sweetie?"

"No, Daddy."

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Mmm. Yes, Daddy."

Kelly closed her eyes, although shutting them didn't make much difference since with her nose stuck in the corner, she couldn't observe what they were doing anyway, but Susie's pleasure-filled moans made her even more uncomfortable. All she could do was hope this wouldn't change the way Daddy handled her. What they shared in his bedroom was private, and she preferred it remained that way.

Feeling a warm hand curl around her shoulder, Kelly so badly wanted to see who touched her when Daddy murmured, "Easy, Kelly girl. You're doing fine. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered to the wall.

"I know. We'll be leaving shortly," he assured her in words so soft she was sure they were only meant for her. His promise did much so to ease Kelly's worries.

"Would you like to pick a paddle, Graham? We have a special one for Susie. It peppers her bottom with little hearts. Perhaps you'd like something similar for Kelly?"

"Thanks anyway, Trent, but I think I'll rely on my hand for this spanking after all. I like to match the seriousness of the infraction with the punishment, and Kelly appears truly contrite."

"So you allow her pleas to sway your decision?" Mrs. Cartwright asked. "I think you need to be consistent with your Little, and follow through on whatever discipline you promise, Graham. If they know they can get a lighter sentence after a few tears and pleas, they'll continue to manipulate you."

"I agree," Mr. Cartwright chimed in.

"As do I, actually, but I also believe in making exceptions when warranted, and I feel this time Kelly has earned a milder punishment."

"As you wish," Mr. Cartwright said. "Susie, go to your chair and bend over. You'll get five swats each from Mommy and Daddy for your misbehavior. After you've made your apologies and 'thank yous' and been excused, I expect you to go to your room and pick out two dolls to give to Kelly."

"No!" Susie protested with another stamp of her foot.

"That just earned you five more spanks from each of us, missy. Now, do as you're told and assume the proper position."

"Come with me, Kelly," Daddy ordered, taking her hand. Careful to make sure she didn't trip over her lowered pants, he led her over to a sofa where he sat down and patted his knee. "Over."

Kelly did her best not to cry as she bent over his lap. But rather than swat, Daddy took a moment to reassure her with a few gentle strokes. "Tell me why you're being punished this afternoon."

Attempting to ignore what was going on across the room, Kelly whispered, "I spoke out when I wasn't supposed to."

"Correct. What else?"

"I resisted after you gave me an order and embarrassed you in front of another adult."

"Correct. What else?"

"I asked a rude question."

"Correct. Do you have anything you want to add?"

Kelly opened her mouth, but shut it again when Mr. Cartwright said, "I expect you to hold your position and count each stroke aloud, Susie."

"Yes, sir."

Swat. Susie yelped in pain then called, "One."

Smack. Not wanting to hear any more, Kelly put her hands over her ears, but even that didn't block the sounds of Susie's paddling, along with her wails and number calling. Kelly whimpered.

"Hush," Daddy soothed. "Ignore them and listen to me. I'm the one you should be paying attention to, not them."

"Yes, sir."

Daddy's arm drew her close, and Kelly tensed.

"Relax and accept your punishment like a good girl, so Daddy can be proud of you."

Kelly did want that, so she tried to do as he asked. Then his hand landed and she cried out. He hadn't asked her to count, so she didn't try as the blows fell hard and fast. Kelly didn't resist, but at one point she did squirm in an effort to escape the pain.

"No, be still," Daddy ordered. "Or I will need to start over."

Kelly didn't think she could bear that, so she pleaded. "No, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'll be still."

"Good girl."

Kelly cried but did her best not to move throughout the rest of her punishment. By the time Daddy stopped, her rear end burned summertime hot. There was only sobbing and whispered cooing coming from Susie's corner. But at Susie's moan, Kelly turned her head. Both of Susie's parents were petting her. Her mommy teased and fondled her breasts while her daddy pressed his fingers between her legs. Susie kept her hands on her head as her "parents" worked her to a climax. Finally, she cried, "Yes!" and all was silent.

Kelly felt a strange tingling between her own legs and noticed the bulge in Daddy's pants before he abruptly placed Kelly on her feet and ordered, "Pull your pants up. We're leaving."

She didn't hesitate to obey.

"Wait," Mr. Cartwright called. "Susie, go in your room and collect the dolls."

"That's all right," Daddy said, helping Kelly into her jacket after she'd finished dressing. Her butt hurt, but nowhere near as badly as she originally thought it would at this point. "Kelly doesn't need any more dolls. Perhaps you should have Susie give them to the children's hospital."

"If you're sure…" Trent Cartwright added with a frown.

"I'm sure."

"You're welcome to stay for tea. We'd love to have you," Mrs. Cartwright invited.

"Thank you anyway, but I promised Kelly I'd take her to lunch, so we'd best get going."

He hadn't, but Kelly didn't mind at all. She wanted away from these people as quickly as possible. Despite having just been soundly paddled, Susie kept licking her lips and eyeing Daddy White as if she'd like nothing more than to crawl between his legs and service him with her mouth, and that image bothered Kelly a lot. He was Kelly's daddy, and Susie couldn't have him. If she even tried, Kelly would rip her eyes out.

Daddy helped Kelly put on her gloves then took her hand in his. "Thank you again for inviting us over. Perhaps we'll see you at the next munch."

"Great," Mr. Cartwright answered. "Look forward to it."

After a few more pleasantries were exchanged, Daddy walked Kelly to the elevator. Neither of them said anything until they were out in the street.

"I must apologize for that. I didn't realize Trent was quite so—uninhibited. I wasn't expecting a show."

Kelly saw no need to reply, so she didn't. However, after they'd gone several steps, Daddy pulled her aside and bent toward her. "Are you all right?"

Nodding, Kelly murmured, "They made me uncomfortable."

"Me, too," he admitted. "Though I thought I was the one making you uncomfortable, not them. I may need to toughen my hand a bit more."

Kelly smiled. "Oh, you made me uncomfortable as well, just in a different way."

"Good. I'd hate to think I'd lost my touch." Clasping her hand again, he said, "Come on. Let's get you something to eat."