Page 80 of Daddy's Little Surprise

Tucker nodded and went back to painting. Rainey took a deep breath and ran her hands down Dane’s head and back. He was being such a good boy and sitting right next to her. Every once in a while, he would put his head on her lap, but most of the time, he just patiently sat there.

“You can lay down,” she whispered.

Rainey had let go of his leash a while ago, wanting to focus on painting her picture for Daddy. She had held on to it for a while, worried Dane was going to go somewhere, but she remembered he wouldn’t. He had been trained to stay bywhoever’s side when they were in public. It eased her worries and let her enjoy spending time with the other Littles.

Dane continued to sit, though. Was he getting tired? Was there a certain command she needed to say?

She looked over at the door where Daddy had disappeared. Should she ask him? Would Dane lay down on his own?

Before she could think of anything, she felt something wet touch her cheek.

“What the?” she whispered, turning her head back.

Hedda was grinning at her, red paint on her finger.

“You didn’t.”

“Oooooo,” Tucker chuckled.

Hedda shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened.”

Rainey blinked several times, her mind catching up with what just happened. Grabbing one of the cloths from the table, she wiped her cheek, trying to get all the paint off. She was probably just smudging it more.

Hedda reached again, smearing red paint on her other cheek. She leaned back in her chair and gave an innocent smile.

“Why?” Rainey asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened.” Hedda chuckled.

Narrowing her eyes at Hedda, she grabbed a tube of paint and squirted it on her. Two could play at that game. She wasn’t going to sit around and let her put paint all over her.

“You didn’t!” Hedda raised her voice.

Rainey sweetly smiled at her and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened,” she repeated Hedda’s words exactly.

Before Hedda could do anything, bright-blue paint landed on her shirt. Turning her head, Rainey saw Blaise holding up his blue hand. She giggled and grabbed another tube of paint, squirting some onto her hand before flinging it at Charlotte.

Everyone started to stand as paint flew across the room, landing on people and furniture. She slowly got up and started to throw paint at everyone else, giggling as it splattered on people’s faces.

As she grew more excited, she completely ignored her bladder screaming at her. Paint landed on her face, but thankfully, she had her mouth closed. Bringing up her clean hand, she wiped the paint away from her eye and took a second to watch everything unfold.

Her eyes went wide as she crossed her legs. Looking around, she tried to find out where the bathrooms were. Daddy hadn’t shown her where the bathroom was.

“Shit,” she whispered.

Right as she took a step forward, her bladder released. Screaming, tears ran down her face as she stood there in a puddle of pee.

Dane barked and ran up to her, but she didn’t pay him any mind. All movement stopped, and she saw Daddy running toward her.

“Rainey! What’s wrong?” he asked as he got closer. “Dane, down!”

Sobbing, she looked down. Embarrassment flooded her, and she didn’t dare look up. She could feel their eyes on her. Did they know she peed herself? Were they silently judging her for not being able to make it to the bathroom?

She continued to cry as Daddy knelt in front of her, cupping her face.

“Little girl, I need you to answer my question. What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.

Rainey didn’t dare look up. How embarrassed would Daddy be if he knew? Would he make fun of her? Tell her she wasn’t allowed to go out anymore?

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