Chapter 3- Sunday
© L 2025
I woke this morning in your bed, in your arms. Sore, and in complete blissful heaven. Your massage last night almost sent me to sleep, and I drifted off not long after. You watched a film on your tablet quietly, as I slept next to you. Your bedroom is always warm, so I sleep naked, and your eyes kept glancing at the welts across my ass and legs, you wanted to shout from the roof top how amazingly wonderful I was, but your eyes furrowed.
You had news to share with me in the morning that you knew would likely upset me. As you laid in bed, letting your mind freely drift you remembered a conversation we had a few weeks ago. As your little I asked for the hundredth time if I could build a fort in the lounge. The idea of having the entire lounge taken up with blankets and pillows for hours, food getting on everything, wasn't your idea of fun. But, you were softening to the idea, maybe you finally saying yes, would help deliver the news tomorrow.
When I woke I glanced up to see you already awake and looking at me. You kissed my nose and said 'good morning beautiful'. 'Good morning Daddy', I replied smiling. 'I am glad to hear I've got my little lady today', you said pulling me in close to you. There was a genuine kindness in your eyes as your arms wrapped themselves around me, as we laid in bed together. But we didn't stay in bed very long, we got up, we showered in your bathroom, and you dressed me. Downstairs you got us both breakfast. I asked for cookies, you said absolutely not! Now we were having a lazy Sunday morning in full little and Daddy space. While you watch TV, I am sat at your feet, playing with my doll and colouring in.
It's midmorning and you hand me my sippy cup saying 'please drink some water'. Far too engrossed in my colouring, I push your hand away and say, 'i'm not thirsty Daddy', I don't even look up at you, concentrating on my picture. You immediately grab my hair, not overly hard, just enough to make my brattiness listen, and you turn me to face you. 'Excuse me, this isn't a negotiation, drink your water, and look at me when I give you an order'. You say looking directly at me, with an unamused look on your face.
Right here right now, I have a choice, let my bratty side take over, continue to refuse, argue with you, accept the inevitable consequences of my bratty actions, as well as drink my water, or just do as I'm told. You know exactly what is going through my mind, you love my bratty behaviour, and you can't help but smile, very slightly. 'Well I guess you're going to bed early without sweets tonight' you say as you start to put my water down.
I lean over and take my water from you and drink it. You smile at me and pull me up onto your lap. When I finish drinking as you take my water, and you bend me over your lap. Lifting my skirt, you smack me twice relatively hard. I cry out in pain, my ass still sore and tender. Your hand reawakening the deep sting and heat that your crop bestowed on me last night. But it is just a quick reminder, and after two smacks, you sit me up 'don't take so long to answer next time', you say smiling, and I smile back at you. Snuggling into you as I say 'sorry Daddy'. I settle down on the sofa next to you, and you motion for me to lay my head in your lap.
'What Disney film does my girl want to watch', you ask me, bringing up the Disney+ app on our TV. 'Frozen please Daddy', I say excitedly. 'Frozen, really, again', you say sounding exasperated. We watched that two weeks ago', 'please Daddy', I say turning my head in your lap and looking up at you. God dam it, it was hard to resist my requests as my Daddy. As long as I wasn't asking for something that you wouldn't approve of (cookies for breakfast), and as long as I was being good, you had no reason to say no.
Now, I ask to watch Frozen a lot, and you don't always give in, and you know I'd be just as happy watching something else. However, you've still not broken the news to me yet, and with that still on your mind, you simply sigh, and say 'ok, baby girl', and once more you hit play on a movie you will have in your head all week, again! Opening a small drawer in the side table next to you, you take out my pacifier and put it in my mouth. At least sucking on my pacifier, I won't sing along to every song. Grabbing a blanket, you cover me, and I reach down and grab my doll from the floor.
Half way through the film you pause it. 'I'm thirsty darling', you say yawning. 'Do you want me to get you a drink Daddy'? I ask. 'Yes okay', you reply, but as I go to get up, you say, 'actually, no, I will get it, I want a coffee and I don't want you dealing with hot water'. You get up, and head into the kitchen. The late night, and needing to get some rest before your week starts, makes you decide you finally need to talk to me.
You come back through, and I can see the look on your face is one of concern, even if you are trying to hide it. As you sit down I go to snuggle back down in your lap, but you stop me. 'Baby, I need to talk to you about something before we finish the film', you say. My heart beats faster, this doesn't sound good, I go to straddle your lap but I hesitate slightly until you pull me onto you, so we are facing each other. 'What’s up Daddy, am I in trouble' I say worried, trying to rack my brain to remember if I've done something naughty. You slightly laugh saying, 'not that I know of this time'.
However, you then go on to tell me that unfortunately you will be very busy working all week. Monday and Tuesday you will be staying away as you have to travel to an office several hours away. Then, even though you will be back Wednesday, you will be working late every night for the rest of the week. You rarely go away for work, you rarely work late, but to go away and be late all week has never happened before. Although we have a rule that when our jobs need it, we will put them first, you see my eyes fill with tears. 'I am sorry baby girl, if didn't have to I wouldn't. I need you to be brave, to look after yourself, and I will check in with you when I can'.
You can see me trying to hide the disappointment and upset that grows deep from within me, and consumes me. You knew it would upset me, as you spoke the words, and you saw my reaction, it upset you too. 'But, I have a proposition for you. If, and I mean if! If you can be a good girl, all week, do as I order, no brattiness, no arguing. Then next weekend we can build a fort in here on Saturday morning', you say gesturing around the lounge we are currently in. You continue, 'and be in it, together, the two of us, all weekend. Sleep in it Saturday night and hang out in it all day Sunday until tea time'.
My eyes definitely still full of tears, shoot open as I shout out 'you really mean it? Like, really, really, really mean it Daddy'? I say starting to smile, my heart now racing with excitement, as I throw my arms around you. I kiss your face, your neck, your mouth. You kiss me back, but before you start becoming aroused I break away from you. Talking far too quickly I start telling you my plans, I start giving you lists of things I need. What I want, when I want it, how it will look, what we need to do. You eventually give me the hand signal (both your index fingers crossed), to stop talking and I do, almost out of breath.
You are happy to see me so excited, but you tell me that you won't even try to remember it all, that we've still got to get through the week first. You suggest I make a plan and write everything down, and as you feel me about to get off your lap you stop me. Not now, during the week, maybe while you are away or working late. But now, now we finish our film. I settle back down onto your lap, as you turn the film back on and drink your coffee.