The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy
Chapter 9- Finally Friday Morning
© L 2025
Taking my hand you lead me from the bathroom you have just carefully washed me in, into my bedroom. I follow quietly, your attentive, loving, gentle. You rub generous amounts of cooling lotion over the marks you gave me, both of us feeling such pride. Me because I know every mark you give me is a sign of pure love, pure ownership, that I feel honoured to have received. You, well you simply feel pride that I wear your mark with nothing but love and devotion. You put a thin diaper on me, with a further layer of lotion inside it to help soak into the reddest areas of my skin. You tell me not to use it, explaining that while the diapers do keep the urine away from my skin, you do not want any getting near me today.
You ease me into my leggings, and dress, ensuring any pain from your brutal play earlier is minimised. When I'm dressed, I sit between your legs on my bedroom floor, on a soft cushion while you dry and brush my hair. You are always so gentle, brushing my hair tentatively so you don't hurt me. As you get me ready, you continually tell me what a good girl I am, how proud you are of me, that you love me, that I'm the best little girl in the world. It's not one sided, I kiss you, cuddle into you, tell you how amazing you are, that you're the best daddy in the world too. Loving that our impact play sessions, no matter how sadistic, only bring us closer together, and leave me feeling a sense of spiritual oneness with my submission.
When I'm ready you take my hand and lead me downstairs, my head is now firmly in little space. You order me to sit at the table and look at the lists I've made. Sitting is difficult, very difficult, as I re-live the pain of my belting all over again. But I love the feeling more than I can explain. As you get my breakfast I look at my lists, you ask me to read out the first heading- Movies. You explain that our fort is going to happen for 2 days, and I've selected enough films to last almost a week. You also say I've written several movies on the list that are not appropriate for a little girl. So, you ask me to choose 8 films, but tell me they must be suitable for my age, reminding me that we may not get to watch all 8. You do however, also agree that we can watch a more adult film on Sunday evening to help us both move on into our adult lives, ready for Monday, and you will pick that. I grab my crayons and start to put stars next to the 8 films.
Movies
Toy Story
Toy Story 2 ☆
Bugs Life
Cars ☆
Cars 2
The Bee Movie ☆
Lilo and Stitch ☆
Monsters Inc ☆
Monsters Inc 2
The Little Mermaid
Beauty and The Beast
Frozen ☆
Moana
Lost Boys ☆
Die Hard
Die Hard 2
Die Hard with a Vengeance
Die Hard 4.0
Top Gun
Gremlins ☆
Halloween
Halloween 2
Back to the Future
Twister
Pretty Woman
Jurassic World ☆
Jurassic World 2
It doesn't take me long, and just as I tell you I have finished, you bring me my breakfast. You sit down, put my breakfast in front of you, take my hand and motion for me to sit on your lap. As I do you put one arm round me, and with the other hand, slide my list to you, to see what I've chosen. The first six you are more than happy with, though your heart sinks slightly when you see a star next to Frozen, again! You did wonder if I would choose any of the more adult films. You kiss the back of my head as I eat, 'princess', you say gently, 'firstly you've chosen nine, not eight'. Secondly, when you're little your not 15, so we're not watching Lost Boys or Gremlins, and you're not 12, so that's Jurassic World out too. I let out a small 'awww' through a mouthful of cereal. You take my crayon and star Toy Story, as well as Monsters Inc 2. You cross out Lost Boys and Gremlins, but not Jurassic World. You tell me that can be our Sunday movie, because you know I love dinosaurs. But I don't fight you, I nod and agree with you as I eat my breakfast.
'OK, your sweets list' you say smiling. I start smiling too, I know there is no way you would even contemplate buying me all the ones I listed, although I am slightly disappointed when you say, 'you can star three, and I will pick one'. I turn and look at you with a pleading look 'but Daddy', I say nuzzling your neck. You might love me being cute, but I've never yet been able to change your mind, no matter how hard I try. Stroking my hair you tell me to eat my breakfast, and choose three. Your just firm enough with your tone to tell me not to argue with you, without you actually saying anything further. Taking a long time I end up putting a star against, fruit pastels, strawberry laces, and squashies. You happily agree to buy a reasonable amount of snacks, and firmly tell me you'll be choosing them.
'Right toys'. You say moving us on, as you want to get to the shops. 'You'll be using both your blankets out your pink blanket box in your room, won't you'? 'Yes Daddy' I mumble with another mouthful of cereal. 'So, here's the deal with your toys. You can bring as many toys downstairs into the fort, that you can fit in that box', you say firmly. The box is a decent size, and I'll get most, if not all my toys in it that I want in the fort. But you add 'I'm not being responsible for keeping your toys tidy, if they get in the way, if they get broken, if I step on even one piece of Lego, all the toys go out, and you'll feel my hand or worse when I bend you over my knee, understand'? You say smiling, with an undertone of seriousness, as you playfully bite my ear and kiss my neck. I nod my head saying 'yes Daddy', and decide I won't chance my Lego, you become grumpy Daddy very quickly when you stand on the pieces.
The next list, is the list I made for the blankets we will need. As I finish my breakfast you now slip both your arms round my waist. You tell me you don't mind what I use, how messy the house gets, but that on Monday you expect the house to be tidied while you work from home, everything put back, and both our beds made, before I spend the day relaxing. I agree, promising to be good and do that. Finally you get to my fort rules, 'you're brave, putting these rules in place', you say smiling. But, they are not for you I say, and I clarify they are only when we are in the actual fort, they don't apply to the rest of the house. You agree no alarms, and after some negotiation we agree no using mobile phones, tablets or laptops, with the exception that you keep your mobile in the fort and on and you will check it from time to time.
The fort will be my little space for the next few days, and given how much you have used me, you don't necessarily see us having sex over the weekend. So yes you agree to no sex, and no spankings except over the knee, but make it clear if you order me out the fort for any reason then you expect me to do as I'm told. You also tell me to add to the fort rules 'no brattiness', adding if you start to see me being bratty, and I don't stop, you will remove me from the fort to punish me. Then you approach my 'no bed time' fort rule. 'Did you honestly expect me to agree to that', you ask turning me to look at you. 'Kinda daddy', I say smiling. 'No, absolutely not. You can take that one off. If I don't set you a bed time, you will be up all night'. Your again firm in your voice, I know there is no negotiation, but I don't move, my mind considering my bargaining options. 'Don't push me' you say sternly, giving me your 'commanding' look, and I immediately turn and put my crayon through the no bed time rule. You happily agree to the others, and finish by reminding me that all my usual rules still apply, today, over the weekend. Breaking any rule will be dealt with in the same way they always are.