Page 41 of Daddy Devious

“Those are for playing dress up, little thief. Pick something else.”

But I don’twantsomething else. I want to be a princess. After all, it’s my party, isn’t it? “No. I wanna wear that one.”

“Victoria.”

My name is a warning. One I refuse to heed, and my heart hammers against my ribcage as I look up at him, tilting my chin defiantly. “You said to pick something Auntie Cat bought me, and she bought me this dress.”

Seconds tick by, silent and tense, and I’m convinced I’m about to go over Daddy’s knee for another spanking when he sighs. “You’re right. I did tell you to pick one of the dresses Auntie Cat bought you. So if you want to be a princess tonight, you can be a princess tonight.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press a loud kiss to his cheek.

“You’re welcome, little one. Come. Let’s get you dressed.”

Maxwell

Although it isn’t the dress I would have chosen, I have to admit Victoria looks absolutely darling in her princess dress as we make our way downstairs to greet our guests. It’s just as short as her other dresses, though a bit fuller in the skirt, and her diapered bottom can just be seen beneath the layers of fabric, much to my delight.

Catharina and Jasper are already in the parlor, Jasper sipping his whiskey and laughing at some outrageous story of Cat’s as she tells the tale with the sweeping hand gestures she’s well known for. Jasper sees us first, and even from a distance I can see his eyes light with excitement at the sight of Victoria. When he rises from the couch, Catharina pauses her story to look over, her face lighting up with pure joy.

“There’s my sweet little niece! Oh, and don’t you just look darling in your princess dress! Doesn’t she look just like a real-life princess, Jasper?”

“She does.”

Seemingly enraptured, Jasper takes a knee in front of my Little girl, who is now pressing herself against me so tightly I have to wonder if she’s trying to climb inside me. It’s a feeling I savor, knowing my Little girl wantsmeabove all others. Even her Auntie Cat.

“Hello, precious. I’m your Uncle Jasper.”

I wait, giving Victoria a chance to introduce herself, but she simply watches Jasper with a kind of guarded wonder.

“Say hello, Victoria,” I prod gently, running a hand over her hair. “Uncle Jasper has been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time.”

“Hello.” Her voice is soft, so quiet it’s difficult to hear, but Jasper grins in response.

“Such a sweet little thing, isn’t she? Cat, could you grab the present I put on the table there? I think our little princess needs my gift sooner rather than later.”

Curious, I watch as Catharina passes a small package off to Jasper, who holds it out to Victoria. “Here you go, Tori. You can open it now, if you like.”

Victoria looks up at me, and my heart swells with pride that she knows to ask her Daddy’s permission first. “It’s all right, little one.”

Beaming with excitement, she tears into the package, shredding the wrapping paper to reveal a plain white box. The store name, Little Treasures Boutique, is stamped in regal script across the top of the box.

“Daddy, open it!” Victoria demands, holding the box up for me to take.

As cute as she is, standing there with her cheeks flushed with excitement, I can’t let her rudeness slide. Especially not in front of our guests, who are watching with a much more wicked sort of excitement on their own faces.

Taking the box from her, I tuck it under my arm and reach for her, spinning her around to land a flurry of spanks to her bottom. The diaper cushions the blows significantly, but you wouldn’t be able to tell that from the way she dances and howls in response.

“Is that how good Little girls ask for something, Victoria Rose?” I scold as I spank her.

“No, Daddy! I’msorry!”

I end the spanking with two sharp swats to the tops of her thighs. Both to drive the point home and because the embarrassment of walking around with her Daddy’s handprints on her thighs for everyone to see should help my Little girl remember her manners. “Apologize to Auntie Cat and Uncle Jasper for being so rude in front of them.”

Sniffling adorably, she rubs at her eyes with one hand while the other rubs at her diaper. “I’m sorry I was rude, Auntie Cat and Uncle Jasper.”

“It’s all right, sweet girl.” With a mischievous grin, Cat winks. “Sometimes your Daddy could stand to have people be a little rude to him.”

“I cannot wait for you to get your own Little girl,” I grumble as I pull the box out from under my arm and carefully peel back the sticker holding it shut.

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