Daddy's Little Girl

Horror

~Jace~

My brother is actually weird. He has a haunted house in the middle of JANUARY! Seriously, who the hell has a haunted house in January! Whatever, this was a good thing. I wanted  to test Kit. I wanted to test to see if she could hold little space under fright. I mean if Vince ever tries to kidnap Kit I need her to stay in little space. It may seem odd, but it will really help. Vince really is vanilla BDSM. If Kit is crying for her daddy and when he asks who that is she'll say me and he'll HAVE to let her go. Mwahaha. But... If she hops out of little space because she's "scared" he'll just whip her in submission. I have to gauge her little fear response. 

It had been a few days since I fucked my little girl into submission to me. It was about time to wake her up. I at least had to tell her where I'm taking her.

 I went into her room and my heart melted. She had bed head so her hair was everywhere, she had her binkie in her mouth, she had her kitty cat footie on, and  snuggling her stuffed dog, Roth.  She was curled up in a little ball.. I wanted to squeeze her and cuddle her! IT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE! AWEEEEEEEEEEE I took a picture of her and set it as my background. I traced the picture and gently picked her up.

"Wake up, sleepy head. You ruined your hair, cutiepie." 

She opened her eyes and yawned rubbing her eyes with her hands in fists. 

"Morning, daddy." she said, yawning.

"Morning, pumpkin. Let's get you dressed then daddy'll brush your hair for you. Okay?"

"Yes, daddy." she smiled. 

I got her dressed in her favorite band tee (I did some snooping. DON'T JUDGE ME! I WAS TRYING TO PLEASE HER!) and jeans. When I took her footie off she still had bruising on her inner thigh. As I gently grazed it unzipping the footie she yelped and kicked me lightly.

"Ow. What was for, Kit?" I tried not to be mean, after all she was hurt 'cause of me.

"I'm sorry, daddy! That bruise just hurt, daddy." 

"It's okay, sweetie. Daddy's sorry. That was my fault."

"It's okay Daddy!" she giggled.

"You are not going to be giggling like that later sweetheart." I frowned.

"What - why? Daddy, what's going on?" she begged.

"Sweetie, I'm doing some 'testing' and it requires scaring your pants off, baby."

She slipped out of little space.

"Jace. What are you doing?"

"Um.... I need to gauge you. So I know how you'll react in certain situations. I'm sorry."

"Well, that's actually fair. Alrighty then."

"Go back into little space sweetie."

She closed her eyes and opened them again and giggled, "Daddy! Be nice!"

I got her dressed and did her hair up in a ponytail.

We had breakfast and headed out. This was going to be fun! We got to my brother's haunted house and she ran into my arms.

"Daddy! I don't wike scary houses!" she cried.

"I know sweetie just go in. I'll be on the other side waiting for you, darling."

"But Daddyyyyyyyyy!" she whined.

"No buts young lady! I will punish you. Now go."

"Yes, daddy."

She left, hanging her head in shame. Poor thing. Too bad, I had to gauge her.

~Kit~

Stupid Daddy. Why... I hate haunted houses! AGH! I was walking through and I was scared, but I had to stay in little space. For Daddy.

I was walking trough my hands in my pockets. I was shaking. I was so scared and then I heard from behind me, "RAWWWW!"

I screamed, "DADDY!" and started crying.

Suddenly, I felt a figure next to me put his arm around me and I heard a gentle voice say, "That's a good girl, Kit. It's okay now. Daddy's here."

"Daddy!" I cried into Jace's shoulder, "dat was scawy daddy. don't do dat!"

"Aweee I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay, daddy, you were testing me, wite?" 

"yes, baby and you did very well. Good job, sweetie. Now let's get outta here."

(a/n) HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2016 BITCHES! (e/a/n)