Page 22 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

“You have your own toy closet?”

“Something like that.” Chuckling at her confusion, I carry her over to one wall lined with various stuffies in all shapes and sizes. “I knew we’d all have our own Little girls someday, so I’ve been collecting these over the years. Whenever a new babygirl joins the family, I pick out the perfect stuffie for her.”

“What stuffie would you pick for me?” She sounds more curious now, which seems promising. If she’s curious, she’s not fighting or trying to escape.

Not that I mind either, as both give me reasons to punish her adorable bottom. But I do eventually want her to feel like part of the family and she can’t do that if she’s constantly trying to flee.

“I would probably choose a fox, for obvious reasons,” I tell her with a grin. “But I was thinking you might like to help me choose.”

Her nose wrinkles slightly as she scans her surroundings. “You don’t want to pick for me?”

“I can, if you want me to. But no other Little girl has ever seen this room, and I thought it might be more special if we pick your stuffie out together.”

“Oh.” Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbles at the soft skin. “That’s… sweet, I guess.”

She sounds almost aggravated, as if the thought of calling me sweet sticks in her craw. Which it probably does, and for good reason.

“I thought so,” I say cheerfully, without giving any hint I've picked up on her annoyance. “So, what do you think?” Shifting her onto my hip, I bend to pick up a stuffed white fox with oversized ears. “Do we go with the obvious choice of a fox or something different?”

“The fox is cute, but…” Twisting in my arms, she looks around, and a moment later she gasps loudly. “Is that Nessie?”

Turning to follow her line of sight, I laugh at the giant Loch Ness Monster I picked up on one of our travels. “It is. Would you like a closer look at her?”

“Yes! I fu—I mean, I love cryptids!”

“Is that so?”

Her head bobs frantically. “Yes. I love all things spooky and weird, but Nessie is one of my favorites.”

When I scoop the stuffie up to hand it to her, she lets out a sharp squeal of excitement. “I love her!”

“Then she’s all yours, little fox.” A loud but muffled cry reaches my ears and I grin at my Little girl. “Sounds like our alone time has come to an end. Time to go celebrate.”

Like flipping a switch, all the excitement drains from her face in an instant, and I find myself grieving the loss. It was fun, seeing her so happy and carefree for a few blissful moments, but clearly that time has passed. “There’s nothing to celebrate.”

“Our family would beg to differ,” I say breezily as I carry her back toward my bedroom. “And you will be polite about the gifts you receive, Vanessa Dawn, or I will spank your bottom right in front of everyone. Am I understood?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re understood.”

Pausing in front of the door connecting her nursery to my room, I let out a loud, disappointed sigh as I set her on her feet. Taking hold of one arm, I turn her to the side so I can pepper the backs of her thighs with sharp, stinging swats. “Is that how you talk to your Daddy, little girl?”

“No, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

I cap off her punishment with two extra-hard swats before swinging her back up into my arms. “Are you going to be Daddy’s polite Little girl or do I need to fill your bottom with Daddy’s cum before we go see our family?”

“I’ll be good.” She sounds exactly like a child who just got in trouble and is feeling pouty about it, which I find too fucking cute for words.

“Good girl.”

“Wait!” Her panicked shout freezes me in my tracks as I reach for the door. “I’m not wearing any clothes!”

Amused even more now, I raise a brow. “Everyone has already seen you in your wedding finery, little fox.”

Eyes narrowing, she lets out a loud huff of air. “Well that doesn’t mean I have to parade around the house in nothing but a diaper all the time!”

She will if that’s what I want. But I’m willing to compromise a bit if it will make her more comfortable.

At least for now.