And while it was never trulycoldon the island, it’s clearly summer now and our Daddies surprise us with the news that the water park they’ve been building is almost complete. Over dinner, we make excited plans to visit and go on every single slide at least once, even the scary ones.
All in all, it’s a lovely, peaceful sort of existence. And if I find myself missing New York from time to time, I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind. That old version of me isn’t who I am anymore. I am my Daddy’s little doll, and that’s all I need or want to be.
I can admit though, that the longing for what I once had does come back fiercer when Juju starts talking about her Daddy’s plans to take her somewhere special for her birthday. It’s all she can talk about for weeks leading up to the event, and the more she tells us about her “surprise trip”, the grumpier I become.
Unfortunately for me, the grumpier I become, the more often I find myself in trouble both with Miss Evelyn and my Daddy. Even, once, with Auntie Cat. But after being stripped down and spanked with her hairbrush right in the middle of the nail salon, I made sure to be on my best behavior around her.
With Daddy, however, the opposite happens. I find myself acting out more and more until I finally step so far out of line I earn a repeat of my punishment out on the balcony, although not quite as severe. Five strokes of the strap for lashing out at dinner and calling Uncle Max an asshole. And, of course, getting my welted bottom stuffed full of Daddy’s cock before being forced to call Uncle Max and issue a tearful apology.
That was almost a week ago, and unlike after my balcony whipping, I never quite made it back to that peaceful place where I was just happy to be Daddy’s Little girl. Try as I might to ignore the itch beneath my skin, it’s there all the same.
Hopefully it will go away when Juju and Uncle Jasper go on their trip and I don’t have to hear about it every day.
I’m doing a fairly good job of convincing myself that’s exactly what will happen when Juju corners me during a trip to the farm. Our Daddies have gotten comfortable enough after several trips to mostly let us have free reign of the place, as long as we never actually leave their sight. Tori learned that lesson the hard way, and the memory of being forced to watch as Uncle Max took a riding crop to her bare bottom has kept Juju and I in line on all our subsequent trips.
“I found out where Daddy is taking me for my birthday,” Juju whispers as she makes a show of feeding the beautiful horse pair in front of us bits of apple.
I’m so sick of hearing about her trip, but I’ve already learned my lesson about being rude to our family members, so I force a smile. “That’s nice.”
“Don’t you want to know where?”
Biting back a sigh, I nod. “Sure. Where is he taking you?”
Excitement pumps off her in waves as she turns to me. “He’s taking me to a show I’ve been dropping hints about wanting to see. InNew York.”
New York. The place Juju and Tori and I all once called home. My heart leaps in my chest at the news, then almost immediately comes screeching to a halt.
Juju is going home. Not me. It feels like my heart is breaking in two and like my smile might shatter my face it’s stretched so wide against its will. “That sounds so fun!”
“Oh my god, you don'tgetit.” Looking around, Juju drops her voice even lower. “You can sneak on the plane with us. You can go home.”
Home. Back to New York. For a moment, I can only stare at her, numb with shock at what she’s suggesting. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Look, we’re all going over your place after we’re done here, right? I’ll leave my stuffie in your room and before we leave tomorrow, I’ll convince Daddy wehaveto come get her or I’ll just die. Jasper can’t tell me no, especially when I turn on the waterworks. So when we come to get my kitty, you just sneak out of the house and hide in the trunk or something.”
“What about your driver? Won’t he see me?”
“I’ll throw an extra-big fit and make him come inside with us to look. It’s practically foolproof.”
It’s not, and even I can see a hundred ways her plan could go wrong. Every single one of those ways end with both of us getting the spanking of our lives.
But for the first time since that night on the balcony, hope stirs in my chest. And the woman inside me, the part of me I thought broken and buried forever, comes to life, demanding we at least try.
I’m not sure I can live with myself otherwise.
* * *
Gideon
“Something’s wrong with Isabella.”
At my words, Jasper and Maxwell both sit up straighter, worried expressions crossing their faces. The girls are all upstairs in Isabella’s nursery so I don’t have to worry about them overhearing us.
“What do you mean?” Jasper frowns. “She seemed fine at the farm today.”
“That’s just it. Sheseemsfine because she’s acting like everything is fine. But the past few weeks have been… difficult.”
“Difficult, how?” Maxwell asks.
