"It's too much!" she says to herself, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on her suddenly. She just finished her presentation for work, the one she would have to present to her company's largest client on Monday. This could be a massive windfall for her company...and her. Everything is riding on her. "Ugh, two more days." she sighs as she lays back against the pillows on her bed and looks out the window. It's such a drab and dreary Saturday. The weather just seems to make everything feel heavier. She feels her anxiety beginning to well up inside. "I'm not going to make it till Monday," she thinks, "why am I like this?"
"Baby, what's wrong?" she hears as she notices him poking his head in the doorway.
"I feel like I'm never going to amount to anything. I can't lead this thing at work. I'm not strong enough." she blurts out.
"Oh, but you are," he says as he enters the room, moving toward her on the bed. "You've got a great plan; your presentation is solid." He takes her hand in reassurance. "You own this, and you know it. You can do this and so much more."
"I just want it over already." as tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"I see," he says with a stern look. He walks around the bed and opens the closet door. She watches as he searches through the clothes on their hangers. "What are your plans for today?"
"I'm probably going to kill myself," she says half-jokingly.
"I see," he says as he removes some clothes from the closet, then lays them out on the bed. It's a frilly, pink dress he bought for her last summer, a pair of white knee-high stockings with lace at the top, and her pink collar with "Princess" in silver glitter. "Put those on, put your hair in pigtails, and then meet me in the kitchen when you're done."
With that, he leaves the room. She lays on the bed, staring at the items. "Didn't he hear anything I just said? He just doesn't understand." She thinks to herself. She doesn't feel like getting up, but his words pull at her. She reluctantly rises from the bed, removes the clothes she was wearing, and proceeds to put on the outfit chosen for her. She hesitates on what undergarments to wear, as he did not lay any out. The pink dress is very light and nearly see-through... it's more of a beach dress meant to be worn over a bikini, and it's very short. She finishes putting on the stockings and then her collar. She looks at herself in the mirror as she puts her hair in pigtails, as directed. "I look like a little girl who got into her mother's wardrobe." she thinks as she looks at her reflection.
She enters the kitchen to find him busily preparing lunch. It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she was hungry. As she approached him, she placed her chin on his shoulder to see what he was making. He turned around to get a good look at her.
"Don't you look adorable!" he says, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her up and down. "Now, come sit...while I finish making us some lunch."
Taking her hand, he leads her to the table, pulls out a chair, and motions for her to sit. She takes a seat at the table and fidgets with her dress, trying to pull it down to better cover herself. She notices him watching in disapproval, and she shrugs. He returns to the stove to finish making lunch.
"You are going to love what I'm making for you. You will feel better once you have some good food in your tummy. You'll see." he exclaims.
After a few moments pass, he returns to the table and places plates and bowls on the table. She sees he has made grilled cheese sandwiches with ham and tomato and a bowl of tomato soup. She pauses when she realizes her sandwich has had the crust removed from the bread, cut up into small bites, and placed on a plastic Disney plate, while her soup is in a matching Disney bowl. Next to these, he has given her some juice in a plastic cup with a bendy straw. He sits down next to her in front of his food, all of which is on ordinary dishware.
He looks at her and smiles. "Look, I even gave you your own special dishes. Now, doesn't that make my princess happy?" She nods, and a small smile forms on her lips. "Here, let me help you. Come a little closer, please." He takes the bowl from her set and places it beside his plate. Dipping the spoon into the soup, he blows on it, ensuring it is cool, then carefully moves it closer to her mouth. He watches the spoonful of soup glide between her lips and back out again, completely clean. "That's my girl," He says with a smile. After a few spoonfuls, she began to feel soothed, and his smile helped her mood brighten. "You have to try the sandwich too. It's so yummy. I cut it up nice and small for you. You're a big enough girl to do that on your own, aren't you, little one?"
"Yes, Daddy, I am...but I like when you feed me too. It makes me feel special."
"You are the most special girl in the world. And I like feeding you too, but I have my own food to eat. So, show me how much of a big girl you can be and eat your sandwich, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." She begins to eat the pieces of sandwich he has so carefully crafted for her. They continue to eat their lunch as he talks about some of the fun things he would like to do this summer, which is right around the corner. He talks about taking a day trip to the aquarium, which he knows is one of her favorite places. He speaks about taking her camping, which is one of his favorite things. While eating her sandwich, he periodically feeds her another spoonful or two of soup. She could already feel the weight of the world and her anxiety lightened.
After lunch, she helps him clean up the kitchen. Once everything is washed and put away, he takes her by the hand and leads her to the living room.
"I thought it would be nice if you did some coloring and watched a movie while I do a bit of reading," he says as they enter the room. On the floor, there is a coloring book and colored pencils. The television is paused on "The Little Mermaid" right at the movie's beginning. "Lay down and color, little one," he says as he tosses some pillows on the floor before sitting down with his book. She lays down on the pillows, fidgeting with her dress, attempting to cover her bare backside. After flipping through the pages of the coloring book to a picture she likes, she picks up a coloring pencil and begins to color.
She continues to color while watching the movie, but the thoughts of work keep creeping back into the forefront of her mind. She begins to feel her shoulders tighten from the weight returning. She feels restless and fidgets with the dress. She feels too big for this dress.
"I want to change. I'm too fat for this dress," she says while rising to her knees. He immediately motions for her to come to him and pats his leg. He grabs her by the wrist as she draws near, spins her, and forces her across his knees.
"Look at this naughty derriere," he comments as he starts to lightly tap her ass one cheek at a time. She whimpers a little. "Shhhh, little one...I haven't even started yet. I was just admiring the cute jiggle that this adorable, bouncing, bare ass makes when I smack it. I can't wait to see how much your little ass bounces when it's spanked properly." He starts spanking harder, one cheek at a time. At times he lands a sharp smack across both cheeks at once. He especially pays attention to her lower bottom, which seems to give her ass the most bounce. He notices her hips starting to gyrate back and forth as the heat in her bottom grows. She moves her hand back to protect her ass, but he quickly catches her wrist and pins it to the small of her back. "Oh no, you don't, you naughty little brat. Naughty little girls are not allowed to protect their backsides during a spanking."
