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  "Good night, my sweet Bunny," he said, kissing her neck once more before his eyes closed as well.

  Chapter 2

  Craig was both startled at the intrusive sound, and grateful that he had remembered to set her alarm. As his large hand slapped down on the snooze button, he knew that if he hadn't, they never would have awakened in time to get ready for the day ahead. It felt as if they'd only slept for an hour or so, but the memory of the night before caused him to smile. He felt his Bunny beginning to stir as his hand moved to stroke down her side, patting her rear as he held her just a bit tighter.

  When her eyes opened, it was to find his looking into them. She smiled, one hand moving to stroke his stubbled cheek. "Good morning," she whispered, and was rewarded with his lips moving to kiss her softly.

  "Good morning, sweetheart," he said, taking her hand and turning it to kiss her palm. He felt her shiver and smiled. "How do you feel?" he asked, adoring the blush that immediately suffused her entire body as the memory of making love for the first time filled her mind.

  "Wonderful," she whispered, her eyes dancing with a look that promised mischief. "But, I feel quite empty," she teased, her heart beating faster as he grinned down at her.

  "I can't have that," Craig teased back, and moved as if to rise from the bed. "What would you like me to prepare for breakfast so that my girl's tummy won't be empty?"

  Barbara hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Was the morning light the signal that big-girl time was done and she was once more his special Little? Would he be angry if she asked for what her body was craving, instead of allowing him to take the reins? Knowing she needed to discover the answer, she took a chance. Kneeling before where he was seated, she took his semi-erect cock between her hands and lifted her face to his. "This is what I need to fill me," she said, bending her head and taking his cock into her mouth.

  Craig's groan of obvious approval gave her the only permission she needed, as she began to pleasure him until he was fully erect and impossible to contain. It was only a few minutes before he pulled her from him, laid her onto her back and pushed into her. Her sex was already wet, preparing for his entry from the moment she had awakened. They made love slowly, hands moving to stroke and caress each other until hers clasped his shoulders as her body exploded in unison with his own.

  When the alarm sounded for the second time, she giggled as he groaned and slapped at the clock with his hand. He laughed with her, then sat up and helped her as they climbed out of the warmth of the bed. Hearing her slight moan, Craig knew his little one was going to be a bit sore for the rest of the day.

  "Bunny, why don't you start the shower while Daddy puts the coffee on?" he suggested, letting her know that her role had indeed changed once her feet had hit the floor. He gave her bottom a quick swat, loving the sharp, surprised yelp she uttered as she hurried towards the bathroom.

  After he had the coffee brewing, he joined her in the shower and they slowly washed each other, fingers pausing as soap suds ran down slick bodies, beads of water hanging from her puckered nipples until his fingers or lips pushed them away. Only the fact that she grimaced when his soapy hands delved between her legs kept Craig from teaching his Bunny that showers weren't only for getting clean.

  "Sore?" he asked, as he turned her around to run his hands across her ass.

  "A little," she conceded, trying not to be embarrassed as he very thoroughly washed every inch of her tender bottom. "But, Daddy, it's a good soreness," she whispered, as he turned her again and hugged her to his chest.

  "I'm glad, Bunny." He smiled and dropped a kiss onto her head before reaching for the shampoo. After washing and rinsing her hair, he washed his own and then stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before wrapping one around Barbara. As she combed out her hair, he shaved, meeting her eyes in the mirror and seeing her flush. "I believe some little girl likes watching her daddy shave." He saw her color deepen, knowing it wasn't his face she was imagining the razor sliding across.

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her sex clenching, and the slight discomfort reminding her that daddies knew exactly how to take care of every aspect of a Little's need. Craig chuckled and then reminded her that they needed to hustle as the others would be waiting. "What about breakfast?" she asked, her tummy suddenly reminding her that it had yet to be filled as it gave a soft grumble.

  "Let's get you dressed first," Craig suggested, moving her into the bedroom.

  By the time she was seated at the table, a plate of fruit, eggs, and toast before her, Barbara was getting excited about the upcoming day's activities. Craig placed a glass of orange juice next to her mug of coffee before taking his own seat.

  "We need to get to Mom and Dad's a bit before the others," Barbara reminded him as she took a small bite of toast, amazed as she watched him devour an entire slice in two bites.

  "I know, so hurry up and finish your breakfast."

  She watched in astonishment as he demolished his entire plate of food in the time it took her to finish the first half of her toast. Barbara shook her head but ate as quickly as she could, feeling guilty as he began to clean the kitchen. "I can do the dishes. You cooked," she said, as she took the last few bites of her breakfast.

  "Finish your juice," Craig instructed, putting her plate into the dishwasher and turning to where she held the glass but wasn't drinking. "Drink up, the vitamins are good for you." When she had obeyed, he took the glass from her, rinsed it and added it to the rack in the dishwasher. "We need to stop by the restaurant and pick up lunch before we head to your folks."

  "But it's not fair that you have to do everything," Barbara protested, unused to someone who simply did what was needed without thought as to an equal division of labor. "At least let me help make the lunch…"

  "I left directions with the staff last night," Craig informed her, hanging the dishtowel on a hook and turning to move her from the kitchen. When she opened her mouth to protest, he gave her his special 'Daddy' look. "Bunny, it's my job to take care of you, and unless you want that nice soreness to become not so nice, I suggest you stop arguing." He softened his threat with a smile and a quick kiss. "Now, you can help by going to the potty to tinkle while I pack your bathing suit and some towels, and then, young lady, we really do need to get going."

  Somewhat embarrassed at how easily he gave her such intimate orders more suited to the Little she played than to the adult she was, she obeyed, very grateful that he hadn't just turned her across his knees and pulled her clothes off to spank her for being a bit pouty.

  Within five minutes, they were seated in his truck, the early hour allowing them to drive quickly through the relatively empty streets of Houston towards downtown. As they pulled up to his restaurant, Barbara could see that his staff were already busy, preparing for the day's customers. She waited in the truck as he went inside, returning with two staff members and two large igloos. She waved at the men and thanked them when Craig opened the driver's door. They returned her wave with instructions to have fun, and she laughed in pleasure, knowing that whenever she was with Craig she had no problem obeying that order. Craig started the truck, smiling as she placed her head against his shoulder as they pulled away from the curb.

  *****

  Benjamin greeted them at the door, giving his eldest daughter a hug and a smile as he thanked Craig once again for the evening before. The group had enjoyed a delicious dinner at the Chef's Table in Craig's restaurant, which Craig had arranged as Barbara's reward for coming up with the name of the girls' support club. He and Benjamin talked a little as Barbara hurried off to find her mother.

  "She looks happier than I can remember ever seeing her," Benjamin said, his tone more serious as he led Craig into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

  Craig nodded, pleased that the older man could recognize the difference in his daughter. "I think she is," he agreed, as he took a sip of his coffee.

  "You're good for her," Ben acknowledged, taking his own sip. "I can't tell you how much
it means to Helen and me to see her happy. Thank you, son."

  Craig felt a sense of responsibility descend onto his shoulders, but knew he would willingly carry the burden forever for this man's precious daughter. "Thank you for accepting what Bun… um, Gracie and I need, Ben. I swear I'll never hurt her."

  "I know you won't." Ben had no doubt of Craig's sincerity. "If ever I've seen two people who are exactly what the other needs, it's you and Barbara. We both know you call her Bunny, and, son, that's how it should be. She will always be my little girl, but she has chosen you to be her everything. Please know this—hearing you call her by her childhood nickname does nothing but make me happy."

  Craig accepted the man's words and grinned. "She is an adorable Bunny isn't she?"

  Ben laughed and nodded. "That she is."

  As the men talked about the trip they were all making to see what renovations had been completed at the worksite, Barbara and her mother were busy in the master bedroom. Having found Helen, Barbara hugged her tightly, before Helen set her daughter back a bit and looked her up and down. With a smile and soft giggle, she teased, "Ariel might have a far more difficult time sneaking a peak at your panties today."

  Barbara laughed, remembering how her little sister had flipped up her dress the night before to sneak a peek at her underwear. "Want to bet she still figures out a way to see them?"

  Helen laughed, well aware of how nosy her youngest daughter could be. "No, I have a pretty good idea that we'd both make the same wager. Now, tell me, where exactly does one find such cute clothing that fits adults?"

  Barbara felt an intense feeling of peace descend on her as she was once more reassured that her parents would accept her choice of living an ageplay lifestyle with Craig. She had been a bit nervous when Craig had laid out her clothing that morning, but the single swat he'd given her naked behind had convinced her not to argue as he dressed her.

  She was wearing a denim pair of overall shorts, the front pocket appliquéd with an oversized cupcake, the pink icing sprinkled with glitter. Underneath, she wore a pink t-shirt. Pink ankle socks with lacy cuffs, and sneakers that lit up with every step she took completed her outfit. Her thick, auburn hair had been brushed, and then pulled into a high ponytail on top of her head, a pink ribbon tied around the scrunchie. Craig had allowed her only the barest minimum of make-up, and though Barbara felt she could use a bit more to camouflage the defects she was positive others would see, they were invisible to the man who loved her. She remembered him washing her face free of the base coat of make-up, and reminding her that they would be swimming anyway. Another swat had her agreeing that he was correct as she applied waterproof mascara to her lashes. When she reached for her lipstick, Craig had shaken his head.

  "You don't need it. In fact, you don't need anything but sunscreen on your beautiful face," he decreed, taking the tube from her. She had stood still as he applied a thin coat of sunscreen that contained a high level of UV protection. When her mouth opened and her hand reached for the lipstick again, he had grinned. "Although, I admit it might be very interesting to see exactly how waterproof that mascara is. I wonder how many tears it would take before it begins to run?" He watched as she swallowed hard, obviously not quite sure if he was about to test the manufacturer's guarantee of the staying power of the mascara. Craig was pleased when she allowed him to sweep all the remaining cosmetics into the drawer without another complaint.

  As she and her mother finished their preparations, Barbara explained about the specialty boutique owned by Miss Betty. Helen had been living a D/s lifestyle with her husband for almost forty years, and though she knew about boutiques that catered to women who wore intimate lingerie, and others that offered adult toys to be used by Dominants, she hadn't ever thought of the need for other specialty stores. Hearing her daughter giggle as she described some of the outfits, underwear and pajamas on offer had Helen smiling.

  "It seems like this Miss Betty is more than a store owner," she said, her smile a bit mischievous. "Perhaps she plays as well?"

  Barbara blushed hotly and then giggled. "Well, she plays, but she has her own little girl. Angel lives with Miss Betty and her husband, Mr. John. Da… Craig and I ate dinner with them at their home one night." She paused, then bent forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Mr. John spanked Angel right at the dinner table. I mean, right in front of us!"

  Helen laughed and moved to the door as they prepared to join their men. "Well, I'm sure Angel must have been naughty and probably deserved the spanking," she said, as if hearing about grown women playing the role of a Little was nothing out of the ordinary. "Tell me," she said, as she and her daughter moved down the stairs, "Did her daddy do it correctly?" At Barbara's questioning look, she continued. "You know what I mean, were her panties pulled down so that her naughty bottom was bared for the spanking?"

  "Mom!" Barbara gasped, and then blushed when she heard another voice speak.

  "What panties? Whose bare bottom?"

  Seeing her sister, Ariel, at the foot of the stairs, Barbara moaned and shook her head. Undeterred, Ariel grinned up at them. "Are you talking about those precious daisy panties being pulled down so that Bunny's daddy could blister her bare butt?"

  "Ariel!" Barbara gasped again, feeling her face grow hot as she realized that not only was Ariel standing at the bottom of the stairs, but that Garrett, Elizabeth and Logan were listening as well. Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, Barbara shook her head.

  "Geeze, talk about sharing with your family," Barbara protested, and then giggled. "We weren't talking about me, Miss Nosy. We were talking about a friend of mine." She was still giggling as she reached the bottom of the stairs, then squealed when Craig took her arm, turned her around and landed two hard and fast swats against the seat of her overalls.

  "It's not nice to talk about your friends and tell their secrets," he admonished, giving her another swat. "And, if we are being totally open and honest, you would need to admit that, yes, those daisy panties did come down so that your daddy could spank that bare bottom, now, wouldn't we?"

  "Yes, Sir!" Barbara squealed again, her heart pounding, knowing her face had to be as red as her bottom had been the night before.

  Ariel was as quick to comfort her sister as she was to tease her. "Good, I'd hate to think my ass was the only one bared and spanked last night." Garrett shook his head and swatted her as well.

  Any tension caused by Barbara's little spanking disappeared as Ben clapped his hands and said that coffee and travel mugs were waiting in the kitchen. Nancy had appeared at the tail end of the discussion, and spoke up the moment the four girls entered the kitchen.

  "What did I miss?" she demanded, as she added a huge helping of sugar into her mug.

  Elizabeth shrugged, not wanting to cause Barbara any further embarrassment. "Nothing but a bit of a misunderstanding."

  Ariel giggled as she shook her head. "We were discussing panties," she began, but Nancy interrupted as she added cream to her coffee.

  "Why am I not the least bit surprised?" she quipped, her blonde curls bouncing as she shook her head.

  Ariel slapped Nancy's arm as Barbara giggled, tightening the lid on her coffee. "Don't be mean just because you missed it," Ariel said, and smiled. "I'm guessing that Barb's friend needs to meet us—I mean, if she is having her bare ass spanked in front of Barbara, she obviously needs a group of friends just like us."

  The women laughed, and none appeared shocked when Ariel's next question came. "Hey, what type of panties was she wearing? What's her name?"

  "Her name is Angelica, but her mommy and daddy call her Angel when she is a Little. And, Ariel, what is this obsession with you and panties? God, I've never known you to be so curious about underwear."

  Shrugging her shoulders, Ariel finished her own coffee preparation and then turned to the others. "I don't know," she confessed, "it's just that thinking about panties and bare bottoms leads me to thinking about spankings, and, well, what can I say?"

  The other
members of the club laughed, and Ariel's face turned serious as she watched her sister. Nancy and Elizabeth glanced at each other. Their mouths opened to silently begin counting, one… two… three…

  "What panties are you wearing now?" Ariel asked, and Elizabeth and Nancy broke out into giggles.

  "God, you are such a baby," Barbara said, shaking her head. "Mom was right, we would have both bet on the same thing."

  "Hey, what does that mean?" Ariel asked, her hand moving to her hip, her mouth pursing into a pout. "I'm not a baby! I am a photographer who just happens to be very interested in fashion. Besides, I bet I can guess what panties your daddy dressed you in."

  Nancy and Elizabeth stopped laughing, as her statement floated on the air.

  "I'm not showing you," Barbara said, looking at her friends and seeing their expressions, understanding that they had known this conversation would take place.

  Ariel waved her hand, as if dismissing the conversation. "Never mind, I'm quite certain I already know exactly what sort of undies you have on."

  Barbara looked at her suspiciously. Despite her determination not to encourage her little sister in such juvenile conversations, she couldn't seem to help herself. "What gives you that idea? There's no way you could know unless you were spying on me this morning."

  "I don't need to spy, I'm a fashion expert, remember?" She shrugged her shoulders when her friends' looks showed their disbelief of her statement. "Fine, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it. However, if I guess correctly, you have to show me," Ariel said, not backing down from her claim of knowing what lay beneath Barbara's clothing.