In the morning, Kelly's new daddy awakened her. He brushed her teeth, redid her pigtails, and carried her back into the bedroom to dress her. He helped her into a stretchy sports bra and white cotton panties. "As I said yesterday, I may wish for you to bind your breasts, but, for now I think this will be more comfortable for you, and I want you to be at ease today."

"Will I always wear briefs like these?" Kelly asked, gazing down at the serviceable, but rather unflattering, underwear."

"No. Not always. Though you will most likely be wearing cotton panties, your baby doll pantalets, a diaper, or nothing at all, depending on my mood.

Next, he dressed her in a blouse, short plaid skirt, knee high socks, and loafers. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung inside her closet door, she looked like a grown-up woman attempting to play at being a little girl. What surprised her most was that everything fit. "How did you know my size?'

"I wasn't positive, but I'd been watching you for a few days, and guessed you were about a four, so I purchased several items in sizes two, four, and six, in case I was wrong. I think the shoes are actually too large for you, and I prefer Mary Janes to loafers, anyway. We'll go out and buy you more clothes and much prettier shoes in your size, later. Come with me, and I'll feed you breakfast."

Kelly took his hand and followed him without further comment.

He'd already fixed most of her meal—oatmeal, toast, juice, and milk—which he placed before her in the sunny nook area situated at one end of his kitchen. They were up pretty high, so her view of the city was essentially an array of rooftop gardens. She couldn't see the streets from her position, just gaps between the buildings. The artistic landscaping arranged in various sizes and assorted heights gave the individual enclosures the appearance of large stepping stones over an unseen winding river.

Pulling up a chair, he sat next to her and dipped a spoon into her oatmeal.

"I can feed myself," she protested, reaching for the utensil, but he held it out of her reach.

"Not yet. I'll determine when you're ready to handle flatware. Open up."

Kelly obeyed, only to grimace sourly when she swallowed.

"What's wrong? Does your throat hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, but the cereal could use a little sugar, I think."

"Sugar isn't good for you."

"Maybe not, but it certainly makes things taste better."

He regarded her carefully for a moment then rose and fetched a canister from one of the shiny black cupboards. The kitchen was very modern and sleek, and the number of gadgets he had surprised her. When he sat down beside her again, he pulled out a small scoop half filled with brown sugar. "A compromise," he murmured, sprinkling a light amount on her cereal. "I'd rather we cured you of your sweet tooth, but I don't want you grimacing throughout breakfast, either."

The sugared porridge tasted a lot better, so Kelly gave him a smile.

"Yes, I'm sure you think you can wind me about your pinky, but take care, little one. I am willing to indulge you in some respects, but you'll find I can be uncomfortably strict in others."

What Kelly really wanted was a cup of coffee. Her body wasn't used to going without its daily fix of caffeine, and plain milk had never been one of her favorite beverages. "Daddy," she began softly, adding a slight pleading note to her voice.

He set the spoon down and frowned at her. "What now?"

Kelly stared at her folded hands. Though he'd been adamant caffeine remained high on his list of unapproved substances for his little girl, the sudden withdrawal had her head pounding in mutiny. So much so, she even considered sneaking a few ounces of the dark elixir into her glass of milk later, but, after the spanking he'd given her last night, she wasn't eager to earn another one. Thus, she decided on a less-deceitful tack.

"My head hurts something awful," she admitted pitifully.

His frown deepened as he placed a hand to her forehead. "Are you ill?"

"No, sir," she assured him quickly. "It's just that I'm used to having coffee with breakfast, and—"

"I believe I made my thoughts on caffeine clear yesterday."

"I know, but I thought perhaps we could ease me off the substance rather than force me to go cold turkey."

"I'm not sure it's at all wise for me to make yet another allowance for you this morning."

"It would relieve my headache, Daddy. I'm sure of it."

With a sigh, he picked up her milk and strode over to the shiny black coffee machine while Kelly hid her pleased smile beneath her hand. He truly did wish to make things easier for her. When he came back, the fluid in the glass was more tan than white.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, allowing her happy grin to beam forth before she took a sip of the altered beverage.

"Hmm," he murmured, his tone brimming with disapproval as he regarded her. After a moment, he returned his attention to her cereal. When he fed her a second spoonful of the sweetened cereal, she accepted it with another approving smile. Perhaps the day wouldn't be so difficult after all.

"Since we're on the subject of your health, I should tell you that I called the doctor this morning and made an appointment for you at 2:00 p.m."

Kelly instantly drew back. "Why? I'm not sick."

"I certainly hope not, but I must make sure."

Narrowing her eyes, she insisted, "I don't need to see a doctor."

"That's not your call," he informed her, placing another spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth. "I'm sure you haven't had all your inoculations, and I want to be certain you didn't acquire any other problems from your previous encounters. The doctor I'm taking you to is familiar with big little girls, so he'll know exactly what you need. Plus, I'll stay in the room with you to ensure you don't get scared."

When she shook her head in defiance, he gripped her chin. "Enough. You will be a good little girl and do everything your doctor and I tell you, or I'll give you a panties-down, bare-bottom spanking right in front of him. Daddy knows what's best, and you will obey him or else. Understand?"

Kelly frowned and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm fine. I'm not sick. So, I won't go, and you can't make me." Tightening her lips into a thin line, she refused to take another bite.

The moment the words left her mouth, Daddy pushed back from the table and held out his hand. "Come with me."

Instantly regretting her imprudent outburst, Kelly reluctantly placed her fingers in his and followed him into a room he hadn't showed her last night. This chamber was filled with padded wood furniture in configurations she'd never seen before, and there was nothing girlish about it.

"This is the punishment room," he explained, releasing her hand to grab an armless wooden chair, which he set in the center of the floor. "When I order you in here, you can be assured you will be receiving a spanking at the very least."

She glanced about her at the paddles and straps hanging from the wall and instinctively took a step back while he sat in the chair.

"Panties down and off, now, then lie face-down across my knee."

Kelly shook her head.

"That refusal just cost you extra. If you do exactly as I tell you, I may choose to let you off with a hand spanking. However, if you resist me in any way, I'll use a strap or my belt, and you'll end up a very sore little girl who will have to show the doctor her freshly punished, red bottom.

"If that's not enough to earn your cooperation, I'll grab a paddle, and if that's not enough, I will resort to either the birch sticks soaking in brine water over there, or one of my canes. Those will leave you aching and sore with stinging, red welts on your bottom for at least the rest of the day. After you've been in this room a few times, I fully expect you will cry when you're told to come in here, since you are not going to enjoy anything we do in this room. Panties off, skirt up, and over my knee."

Suddenly, Kelly was more than a little scared. Her breathing sped up as she stared at the man who a few minutes ago had seemed so kind and gentle when he'd added coffee to her milk and brought down a canister of brown sugar solely in his effort to please her.

"Now, Kelly, or I'll take off my belt."

Tears streaming down her face, she lowered her underpants and stepped out of them.

"Good girl. Come here."

She trudged over to his side. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Please don't spank me."

"Too late. Lift up your hem in the back and tuck it into your skirt's waistband.

"Please, Daddy."

"Now, Kelly. I won't ask you again. And if you force me to do it instead, you'll receive extra swats for that as well."

Her thumbs fumbling, Kelly's breath hitched as she did as he ordered.

"Good girl." His voice gentled as he extended a hand to her. "I'll help you get into position. Just hold my hand."

Staring at him, Kelly shook her head even as she placed her fingers in his.

He positioned her so her head hung down, neither her feet nor her hands touching the floor.

"I want you to count every stroke, and say 'Thank you, Daddy,' after each one."

His hand came down so hard it pushed the air out of Kelly's lungs. "Ahh. One. Thank you, Daddy."

Another strike directly on top of the last. Kelly curled her fingers into fists. "Two. Thank you, Daddy."

The swats continued to fall, with each strike landing harder than the previous one. After she reached fifteen, Kelly could no longer hold back her tears as she begged Daddy to stop.

"Daddy expects obedience from his little girl, not frowns, sulks, or back talk." Smack.

Kelly flung her right hand back to protect her sore rear. "Please, no more, Daddy. I'm sorry."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled it close. "No. You're never to try blocking Daddy's hands when he is punishing you unless you want your wrists tied." The swats fell fast and heavy then, too quickly for Kelly to count, as she squirmed to get free and cried out her apologies.

When she started sobbing so hard she had trouble catching her breath, he stopped but didn't let her up.

"Breathe, Kelly. You've been bad, but I don't want you to pass out."

"Please, Daddy. Kelly knows she was wrong, and she's very, very sorry. Please forgive her."

"I will, but not yet. You need to learn how serious I am about this."

"I have learned my lesson. I promise I'll never defy you again."

"And that, little one, is a lie. You'll say anything right now to get me to stop, but the decision is mine, Kelly, and nothing you say or do in this room will deter me from spanking you until I'm convinced you will think before you make the same mistake again."

Those words made Kelly cry even harder. He intended to make her miserable for talking back to him, and she was powerless to prevent it.

He drew her closer to secure her more firmly before he adjusted her torso so her head was lower and her bottom higher, then resumed bringing his hand down smartly until Kelly could no longer fight or speak. All she could do was sob and accept. Shortly after that, he stopped, helped her to her feet, and handed her a box of tissues.

"Use these to blow your nose and dry your eyes."

Kelly obeyed, feeling miserable. Her nose and eyes burned something fierce, her head ached from the blood rush, and her butt stung so badly, she was tempted to reach back and rub. However, she knew that would only earn her another spanking, so, once she'd dried her eyes and nose, she fisted her hands at her sides.

Though he didn't say anything, the nod he gave her indicated he knew she'd refrained from rubbing because of his earlier order. "See that corner over there?"

She glanced where he pointed and gave a single nod.

"Go over and stand in it. Put your hands on your head and your nose to the wall. Leave your skirt up and thrust your punished bare bottom out so I can see it. I want you to think about why Daddy had to punish you. Go get into position."

Kelly cast a quick glance in his direction. At his nod, she hurried over to the spot and positioned herself as he'd ordered. She had never assumed a more humiliating pose. Not even at the orphanage.

"You're getting five minutes corner time. I'll tell you when you can come out."

Kelly remained in position as tears dropped to the floor. With her fingers linked on top of her head, she was unable to dry her eyes or wipe her nose, so she let them stream. While she stood in the corner, as he'd directed, she thought about what she'd done to earn this punishment. She'd argued, closed her arms against him, and made a face. He'd warned what would happen if she wasn't obedient, but she'd never thought it would be this bad. Sore and miserable, she promised herself she would be a model little girl going forward. She wouldn't give him any trouble. Not a lick.

"Come here, Kelly."

Straightening, Kelly walked over to stand before him.

He patted his thigh. "Sit here on Daddy's lap."

Kelly winced as she gingerly positioned herself, but the moment he drew her close, she flung her arms about his neck and sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't be bad, ever again. I promise."

"That's not a vow you'll be able to keep, kitten." He gently rocked her as his hands rubbed her back. "I expect you and I will spend quite a few hours in this room together. But, even when Daddy is punishing you, he needs you to know just how much he also cares for you. I know it wasn't easy, but you took your punishment well, and I'm proud of you for that."

She drew back a little to gaze at him. "I screamed, cried, and struggled."

"Yes, you did. But I expected that. I also expected you would resist going into the corner and exposing yourself to me as I requested, which would have earned you a session with my belt, but you obeyed me without any argument. I realize that wasn't easy to do."

When she shook her head, he dried her tears and had her blow her nose.

"Did you think about why I found it necessary to punish you?"

"Yes, sir. I talked back and resisted."

"And why was that wrong?"

"It's disrespectful."

"Correct. Daddy won't tolerate disrespect or defiance from his little girl, ever. But all is forgiven. How do you feel?"

She sniffed. "Sore."

Smiling, he placed a kiss on her forehead. "No. I meant do you feel resentful, bitter, or angry with Daddy?"

Kelly considered that for a moment. Despite the pain in her backside, she held no grudge against the man who cradled her so tenderly. "No, Daddy. I feel bad for making you angry."

"A perfect answer, from Daddy's perfect little girl."

Kelly smiled through her tears and accepted with gratitude the cuddling and kisses he offered.

* * *

Once Kelly had calmed down, Daddy helped her into her panties and led her to the kitchen where he tossed out her uneaten oatmeal and fixed her toast with strawberry jam instead.

"Do you do all your own cooking?" Kelly asked as he laid the plate in front of her.

"You may feed yourself this time." When she picked up one of the slices, he replied, "No. I have a cook who comes in weekly to prepare our dinners, but I usually make our lunch and breakfast, since I want alone time with my little girl."

"Is the cook aware of your—arrangements?"

"Yes, she is. She used to be a nanny for an adult little girl in England, so she can be a very strict taskmaster. I would suggest you stay on her good side as she uses a bath brush as a paddle."

Kelly winced. "You'll let her spank me, too?"

"Only if I'm not here. If you're bad when she's alone with you, she has my permission to punish you with a spanking and/or corner time."

Kelly's eyes started to burn again. The thought of a strange woman doing what he'd just done bothered her deeply.

"Hush, little one," he murmured, drawing her back onto his lap. "There's no need for tears. Nanny-cook will only punish you if you're bad."

"I don't want that," she insisted, pressing her face to his chest. Kelly loved the way he held and comforted her. It brought back memories of her real daddy, which made her a little sad.

Rubbing her back, he rocked her. "We'll see. I expect you to be a good little girl, so I don't understand the problem, but if the thought distresses you so much, I'll consider limiting her spankings to corner time and a handful of barehanded swats to your bottom. Will that ease your mind any?"

Kelly drew back and blinked at him. He really did want her to be as comfortable with him and their odd arrangement as possible. "Can't she do something else besides spank me?"

"Like what?"

"Perhaps corner time and removal of some of my privileges?"

"She's worked with me for several years, and I trust her. I've never had a daughter utter one word of complaint about her, and I've had five adult little girls over the past twenty years."

The fact she was the sixth adult little girl he'd had brought home made her realize her current position was tenuous at best. They'd agreed on a month's trial. Perhaps he'd done that with those other little girls as well, and they'd chosen to leave. Then again, what if Nanny-cook drove them away? "Maybe they were too scared to say anything for fear what she might do when they were alone together."

He frowned. "This genuinely worries you, doesn't it?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"Let me think about it some more. In the meantime, I'll let her know you're uneasy and ask her to be exceptionally gentle with you. Will that help?"

Understanding he was doing his best to reassure her, Kelly agreed. But she still didn't like the thought of this faceless woman disciplining her. Not at all.

* * *

After breakfast, Daddy escorted Kelly into her bathroom, and had her sit on the chair she'd used last night while he brushed her loosened hair back into pigtails. "Do you need to go potty before we leave?"

"Where are we going?"

He frowned, and she realized their destination didn't matter. Littles went wherever their Daddies led them, no questions asked. "Sorry," she murmured.

"I thought I'd take you shopping, so we can make sure you have enough clothes that fit you, and we'll stop by the jewelers to get the gold studs I promised you."

"Oh."

"Why don't you try to go potty before we go, so you won't feel the need while we're out."

She nodded then gazed at him, waiting for him to leave.

"Go on," he prompted.

"With you in the room?"

"Why not?"

Shrugging, she said, "I sort of assumed you'd let me have some privacy."

"Little girls don't require privacy, Kelly, unless they're doing something they shouldn't."

Giving a nod, Kelly walked over to the toilet, lowered her panties, sat down, and peed while her "daddy" waited and watched. Somehow, she hadn't expected him to do that, but, then again, there were many things he did she hadn't expected.

"Remember you should always wipe from front to back," he reminded.

Kelly nodded again to show she understood then grabbed some toilet paper and reached under her skirt to wipe. When he didn't comment or interfere, she breathed a sigh of relief. Hopping off the higher-than-standard commode, she drew up her panties and flushed.

"Good girl. Don't forget to wash your hands."

Stepping over to the sink, she glanced at the small footstool he'd placed next to the cabinet and stepped on it so she could reach the faucet. It was as if everything in her bedroom and bathroom was oversized to create the illusion of her being a little girl. He was bigger and taller than she was, so the difference in size wasn't as noticeable for him. He could turn on the water, and hand her the soap without it appearing unnatural for him. So, things might not be that much larger; it just felt that way to her.

* * *

The store they visited displayed no outside advertising, except the name "Exclusive" out front in classic black-and-white letters, and a doorman who authorized their entry with a code key. When they stepped inside, Kelly gazed around at what was essentially an upscale clothing retailer for adult children, both boys and girls, ranging from adult-sized onesies and swaddling outfits for Littles who were infants to dresses and shorts for older, school-aged "children". Daddy promptly led Kelly into the Little girls' section where the underwear, which ranged from diapers and Pull-Ups to plain, serviceable cotton briefs and padded lacy panties, was arranged by size on gaily decorated paper-lined shelves along with baby booties and adult-sized Mary Janes. Anything that differed by sex, like the clothing, was separated into opposite areas of the shop in either the girls' or boys' section. The center contained gender-neutral items like rattles, bath toys, bottles, and pacifiers.

Her chin dropped. She'd had no idea stores like this even existed.

"Close your mouth, Kelly," Daddy warned, giving one of her pigtails a slight tug. "Gaping is hardly ladylike."

Kelly snapped her jaw shut then spent the next few hours trying on outfits. After Daddy had her measured for a onesie and a swaddling outfit, he purchased a few other baby supplies but didn't make her try any of them on. She was extremely grateful for his consideration as she stared at the young man wearing a frilly bonnet, T-shirt, and a diaper, who'd been strapped into an oversized stroller. He was worrying a pacifier in his mouth as he glared at her.

A sharp smack on her butt drew Kelly's attention back to Daddy. "Don't stare. It's rude."

"But he's—"

"I realize this is all very novel for you, but age-play is not a new activity, and you'll find individuals have all sorts of preferences in here."

"Is he being punished?" Kelly whispered.

"I doubt it, but I don't know them. Some daddies and mommies prefer to have their Littles be babies. The age choice is up to them alone."

"Yeah, but—"

"Kelly, we have no right to look down on what anyone else enjoys. Everyone is entitled to pursue the activity that brings them the most pleasure."

"Do you think she sleeps with him dressed like that?" Kelly asked in a scandalized whisper.

"I have no idea. Your curiosity is natural, little one, but it is also unacceptable here. If you don't stop staring, I'll have to take you into an adjacent room and give you another spanking."

That drew her up short. "Why?"

"Because, your expression of disapproval is both rude and embarrassing. Should you persist, I will put you in diapers to see how you like others gawking at you. Understand?"

The thought made Kelly's stomach churn. No, she didn't want that. Not ever. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Let's go try on some shoes."