Scrimmaging through the jungle of bodies at the Hash Express during the late evenings when the club was packed full with people; gentleman daddies and their little, always exhausted, Samir.
The cold stinging odor of cigarette, the traveling smoke wafting through the air from the burning tobacco and cured paper was a bad mixture which made him queasy.
The faces at the club, some strange and some familiar, were all too eager to find themselves something for the night, sure left him bored.
He wondered how long he could keep up with the act, the human spirit never satisfied, always longing for something refreshing. It was like praying for rainfall in a desert, it might happen but there were no guarantees of change from the harsh reality.
“Excuse me” he said, shoving through the small space between a little and bar side. She moved demurely but with an unusual swagger he had come to know for Littles. He returned his focus to her whom he had only given perfunctory notice in his walk around the club.
“Where is your daddy, little one?” he quizzed, observing the vacancy that was about her as she sat in silence.
“What’s your name, little one?” he asked, again, attempting to place a finger on the strange aura that was about the little one.
“Gina,” she said, her eyes trained on his face. Surely, she was a stranger to the rules of the club.
“Where is your daddy, little one?” he asked, slowly taken by the conversation which he had started.
“I don’t have a daddy,” she confessed, flirting at him with her eyes.
When one thought about rain for too long, even the small gust of wind was enough reason to hope. He hoped she held the difference he wanted. There was nothing eager about her, nothing that screamed for anything known.
Instead what he perceived from her nonchalance was an amusement, like she enjoyed the ambience of the place, a foreigner.
“Have you had a daddy before?” He asked again, this time more firmly. He eyed her outfit, the perfect school girl uniform with a skimpy skirt that revealed the length of her long legs. He wet his appetite with thought.
“No” she revealed without the need to lie. He admired her honesty, something most littles have lost in their eagerness to please.
“I thought as much” he sighed and turned away from her, looking about him to make sure no one had noticed. A little girl without a daddy dom to protect her in this world was a girl in trouble.
“How did you know?” She asked, innocence in her eyes as she looked directly at him.
“For one, you stare at me in the eyes. As a little you shouldn’t” he advised and watched her try, awkwardly failing, at looking away.
“You didn’t tell me your name” she said, with her head to the ground subdued, trying to steal glances at him.
“You never address a daddy by his name. A daddy is your daddy. Understood?” He moved to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Yes” she said and a moment passed before she brought herself to roll the word off her tongue, “daddy”
He beamed. It was raining at last and for the first time in months he had spoken to me a little and he had not been bored.
“Would you be my daddy?” She asked politely.
Samir gave the little one a hard stare and thought of the time he would have to spend educating her on the roles they would have to play if a relationship between them would work.
How much he hated to keep little girls for more than a few weeks. He scoffed.
The thought that she was all his to mold made the proposition more tempting. He imagined the control and the importance of the role he was being offered.
Any other daddy dom would take up the request but only a few daddy dom could protect Gina like he could and provide for her.
He admired the beauty he sensed in her, a would that was eager to learn and he reasoned the heavens had decided to work a miracle just as he had thought a few moments ago.
“Come with me, Gina” he ordered and she followed him through the crowd, albeit sluggishly.
She would learn, Samir. You just have to teach her. He heard the voice in his head say to him as he sauntered out of the club with pride at conquest.
“You called me, Gina,” she said when they returned to his apartment and he flicked the light on, “Should you call me by my name instead of little when I can’t…” She rapped and only stopped when he interrupted by staring back at her with the blank expression that defied interpretation.
“Are you done? ” He asked, his eyes drifting lazily from her to the light over his head.
“Yes” she said, protesting by the grumpy manner in which she answered.
He heaved, slightly irritated by the show but enthused by the fact of her ignorance. She had a lot to learn.
“Come here” he said and pulled a stool close to himself. She came closer and attempted to sit on it just before he did and they collapsed onto each other. Samir’s irritation heightened.
She took a moment and finally stood, leaving the seat to him.
“You know nothing about being a little girl, huh? If I am going to be your daddy, you are going to speak to me respectfully” he said and grabbed her by her wrist. He lay her on his laps and pushed her skirt up. Her ass swallowed the strings which she wore and her bare butt called invitingly for a spank.
He lifted his hands and like a puppy she whimpered when he administered the first spank on her naked flesh. She didn’t struggle against it and he thought it was a good sign.
“I don’t want a naughty little girl, Gina” Samir said spanked her again. “You would have to trust me on everything I tell you. I am your daddy. I would protect you, I would guide you and I would teach you. In return, I demand your loyalty and respect”.