The room was technically a suite. By European standards, it was the size of a medium-sized apartment. By North Americans, it was a decent-sized hotel room with a bed, lounge area with a couch and TV set, a small kitchenette and a bathroom. Oh, and closets. So she had some room to hide. Plus I was leaving the lights off just to make things fair.
I stomped into the bathroom and dramatically pulled open the shower curtain with my cane. No Kitten to be found. Another buzz. A bored looking emoji popped up. Ok, time to get serious. I walked over to the bed and pulled back the sheets. Still no sign of my Kitten. A quick look told me it was the kind of bed frame that she couldn’t hide under. Ok, she had to be hiding in the closet. I opened the closet door and rummaged around with my cane. Nothing squeaked. Although I noticed the two complementary robes there. I pulled the belt off one, thinking I might need something sooner rather than later. I wrapped it around my hand, so it wasn’t quite so obvious. I closed the door, starting to get genuinely curious how she was managing to hide so well.
Another buzz. It was Mr. Magoo with large glasses. How the hell did she even know about Mr. Magoo? I stomped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and some of the cabinet doors, which was ridiculous. As small as she was she’d never fit there.
Buzz. Hysterical laughter emoji.
“You understand mocking your Daddy is only going to make it worse when I find you, right?” I said out loud.
Buzz. Innocent angel emoji.
I stood in the entrance to the kitchen and surveyed the area. I could double back. It was possible she made a dash for the deck or the bathroom when I had my head in the fridge…
That’s when I noticed the luggage. We’d kind of just dropped our suitcases and carry-ons against a wall when we got in last night after hanging everything up. They were now suspiciously well organized next to a dresser in a way that could certainly hide a little girl. I thought about trying to sneak up on her, but she no doubt had a little spyhole to watch the search to her amusement.
I began walking over, very loudly, towards the suitcases. With my cane I hooked under one of the bags and flipped it off to the side. And there, underneath, was a very sheepish and naked little girl, except for her pair of cat ears. She grinned up at me, while I stared down at her.
“You wouldn’t hurt an adorable little kitten, would you, Daddy?” she said, turning up the cute to radiant levels.
“Try again,” I said, holding onto my stern Daddy look.
“Parley?” I didn’t quite manage to suppress the smirk. Apparently the Pirates of the Caribbean ride was now an inspiration.
“You’ve been a naughty little girl and you have to accept your punishment,” I said.
“Nooooo,” she cried out, more than a little melodramatically, and tried to rush past me. My cane flashed out, and she was surprised when she ran into it. I then used it to pull her against me so she was pinned between my body and the cane.
“Nice try,” I said. She squirmed her body against me, with a particular emphasis of her ass against my cock.
“That’s not fair, Daddy,” she said, pouting.
“Then you should have been a good little girl,” I said. Then I spun her around so she was looking at me. She was momentarily surprised and then before she could react, I reached down, putting my hands under her ass, leaned on my good leg, lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder.
“No, Daddy!” she cried out. There was also a half-hearted attempt at pounding on my back. I carried her over towards the bed.
“That tantrum you threw on Main Street when I wouldn’t buy you that Minnie Mouse dress was embarrassing. And now hiding from me so I wouldn’t punish you. I raised you better than that, young lady,” I said. Then I gave her ass a slap. I know it sounded worse than it felt, but she still made a racket about it.
“Owww, Daddy! It’s not fair! You promised to buy me something and then you wouldn’t,” she said, getting into it.
“It was a $200 dress,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was still squirming, but didn’t resist too much when I switched her from my shoulder to across my lap. She was still trying to get away when I unwrapped the bathrobe belt from my arm and took her hands and then quickly tied them behind her back. I was never a particularly good Boy Scout. Kitten could easily slip the knots if she wanted. Judging by the way she was squirming on my lap, she was right where she wanted to be.
“I looked cute in that dress, Daddy. All the boys would have been flirting with me when I wore it at the park,” she said. I slapped her ass again, and she cried out again.
“There’s only one way to correct your behaviour when you’re like this,” I said.
“Oh no, Daddy. Please. I can be good,” she said, twisting so she could look at me and pretend to be scared.
“Too late. You knew you had to behave when we came here and you’ve let me down. Now I have no choice. Ten, I think,” I said, then leaned back and slapped her left ass cheek.
She cried out and kicked her legs in protest, so I quickly slapped her other cheek, catching her by surprise.
We’d talked about it first a couple of weeks ago, of course. She admitted that the couple of times she had been tied up and helpless, and having to trust her Daddy was hot. She also knew she was behaving a little more “bratty” lately. She said she was just more comfortable and confident around me and that she knew she could trust me to “handle her” if she got out of hand.
Now, we’d see.
“Are you going to behave?” I asked.
“Are you going to buy me that dress?” she responded.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Five in total. Her ass was now a lot redder and I could see my handprint on it. She had cried out after the first one, but then nothing.
“Are you ok, Kitten?” I asked. She nodded.
“Uh huh,” she said heavily.
“Are you going to behave for the rest of the vacation?” I asked.
“Buy me that dress, Daddy. I’ll wear it just for you, I promise,” she said in a much more docile voice.
Crack. And a groan. “Do you deserve that dress?”
Nothing. Another slap on her ass, making it seven now.
“No I don’t, Daddy. I’ve been a brat and I’m sorry, but I really want that dress,” she said.
Slap. Eight. A little gentler this time. I could feel her squirming on my lap. She had to feel my cock pressing on her belly.
“And if I decide to get you that dress what will you do to earn it?” I asked.
“Ohhhh, anything Daddy. I’ll do anything you want, she said.
Crack. Nine. Still gentler. I was worried I’d been slapping her ass too hard but judging by the way she was reacting I didn’t need to worry.
“And what does that make you?” I said.
“Mmmmm, it makes me a slutty little girl,” she said, preparing to slide off my lap, eager to move to the next step of our play.
Instead I pressed my hand in her back, stopping her from moving and gave her the final slap on her ass. She cried out in surprise, having lost count. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Try again,” I said, resting my hand a little menacingly on her ass. “What does that make you?”
She looked nervous for a second and then figured it out.
“It makes me your slutty little girl, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want if you’ll just buy me that dress.”
I let her go and she slowly slid to the floor. Her eyes had that slightly glazed look whenever she was feeling especially Little and submissive.
“Then show me how you’ll pay for that dress, Kitten,” I said. A smile came across her face as I pulled down my swim trunks. They were barely out of the way when I felt her mouth and tongue begin to work on my balls. It seems if I had punished her, she was going to punish me a bit by being a tease.
She did that for a few minutes, running her tongue around my balls, then getting a little daring and licking down past them, to the edge of my ass, before moving back up again, taking one of my balls in her mouth and running her tongue along it. Then she switched over to my other one. Then repeat.
It was a game. How long would I put up with her playing with my balls but ignoring my cock? How long was she going to torture herself by not having my cock buried in her pussy? The mutual self-destruction loop.
Finally, I decided to accelerate things. I reached down and grabbed her pigtails. She was still licking my balls as I gently began to pull her head up further up. I could see the little smile; she was happy she won. Enough that when I finally had her mouth lined up with the head of my cock, there was no more teasing, she simply pushed her lips down, sliding it down past the crown of my cock, until she got about three-quarters of my cock in her mouth, and then she pulled back. She repeated that a few more times, hoping to get all of my cock in her mouth and throat.
I’d told her weeks ago that she didn’t need to deep throat me; that her blowjobs were amazing without having to do that as well. But she was stubborn and wanted to keep trying. We compromised in that she could try for the first minute or so, but if she couldn’t, well, it was back to her standard amazing cock sucking.
Sure enough, after a minute of trying I could practically hear the little girl “huff” as she gave up and then pulled back, running her lips and tongue over the head of my cock. We both immediately became much happier. She once told me that sucking my cock was the best thing for causing her to zone out and be Little. That her mind just went away and she lost herself in the feeling of sucking and making me happy. She kept doing that, happily blissed out sucking on me.
She was so focussed she didn’t even look up at me. Eventually she did and I smiled.
“Ahm ah gud gurl ow, addy?” she asked, with her mouth still moving around my cock.
I took her pigtails and pushed them downwards a little and she knew she was being “punished” for talking with her mouth full. She held there for about 15 seconds before I let her come back up. She popped off my cock and took a little gasp for air.
“Sorry Daddy,” she said, kissing the top of my cock. “Do you want to fuck my mouth and make me swallow your cum, Daddy?”
“I had something else in mind,” I said, and tapped my upper thighs. She stood up with a bit of a wobble as her hands were still tied behind her back. I closed my legs and she then straddled me. I reached behind her and made quick work of the belt binding her hands. She smiled and reached down to take my cock and position it so that all she had to do was let gravity take over and I would bury myself in her.