Little T and Her Daddy J

Sara was nervous. Nervous but excited! She had never had the chance to be little with anyone else before, except her Daddy. Having a real life play date with another little girl was an exciting new adventure! She knew that T's Daddy would be there too, but they had discussed that this would be just an innocent play date, no sexual stuff. This time at least. Sara's Daddy was working today, so he couldn't come, but they chatted about it too, and decided that if everything went well, that it could be really fun to have another dd/lg couple to play with and new, understanding friends were always welcome.

Sara parked her car in the driveway and sat for a second. She took a deep breath and then had a quick glance around before she opened the door and walked up the steps. Sara's Daddy had her dress up in her littlest outfit before she left, and even though she agreed that it would help her and T stay in "little space," she didn't want to dawdle around for any "Muggles" to get an eyeful of her in her babydoll dress, saddle shoes, knee high socks, and ponytail.

Sara knocked on the door and waited... No answer. She glanced around, coast was still clear. She pulled her phone from her Hello Kitty bag and looked at the address again. Yup, she definitely had the right place. Sara knocked again and then when there was no answer she tried calling T's cell. Dammit, voicemail. She hung up and thought for a second, "why aren't they answering?" She reached out tentatively and tried the door handle, it was open. Sara poked her head in the door and said "Hello?" There was no answer, however she saw T's shoes in the entrance and coloring books and crayons spread out on the coffee table. "WHEW!" It's the right place, Sara thought and rather than wait around on the steps she came in.

She leaned down to unbuckle her shoes when suddenly a sound from upstairs made her stand up straight and her hands covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and she froze like a statue.

It was muffled, and just barely loud enough to make its way down the stairs to her, but having personally experienced and made those sounds herself, the source was undeniable. Sara felt a blush wash over her and she couldn't help but smile curiously and listen closer. She pulled her shoes off and thought to herself, yup that is DEFINITELY the sounds of a spanking! Sara knew that this was most likely unplanned, as both T and her Daddy knew she was coming, and she also knew that spankings between a little and her Daddy were usually private situations, but Sara was feeling a little curious. She knew she should stay put and wait for the two of them to come downstairs, but the slapping sounds and muffled cries and apologies were just too much to resist.

Sara crept to the foot of the stairs and listened with fascination. As she got on all fours and quietly crept up the stairs she could just make out what was being said.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

"OW OW DADDY! OW! PLEASE DADDY! OW! I'M SOOOOORY!"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

"You will NOT keep secrets from Daddy young lady! And you will follow your bedtime rules as well! Am I understood?"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

"OW OW YES DADDY! YES! I'M SORRY DADDY! OW!"

SLAP SLAP SLAP

This very situation had featured in Sara's fantasies more than once but usually it was someone witnessing HER being punished. Sara's body betrayed her and she felt the familiar tingling and wetness start spreading from between her legs. She listened carefully and there was some quiet speaking she couldn't make out and a pause in the spanking. Sara hesitated and was just about to scamper back down the stairs when it started up again. There was no more scolding, and the swatting definitely sounded more intense.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

And although there were no more words, Sara winced when she heard her friend go from pleading and apologizing to sobbing and wailing, and thought "wow, that's an ouchie one, T must be in big trouble."

It sounded like things were coming to an end as Sara could tell the echoing slaps of hand on sore bottom got really hard and sharp and T was crying freely. So she crept back down the stairs and sat on the couch with her hands pressed between her thighs. As Sara bit her lip and listened to the sounds of a well punished bottom coming from upstairs, she unconsciously flexed and relaxed her thighs and waves of tingles washed over her flushed skin. Her panties felt absolutely soaked and she knew that the slightest touch to her kitty would probably be enough to push her over the edge. Sara was JUST about to slip her fingers up her dress and into her panties when the spanking upstairs stopped abruptly. She could still hear muffled sobs and quiet words, and then a quiet "Yes Sir." Sara quickly pulled her hands out, looked around and picked up a crayon and started coloring when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

J started when he saw a little figure quietly coloring in the living room. "Umm, hello there!" he said as he suddenly remembered the play date.

Sara turned and said gravely "Hello Mr. J." and blushing she continued "I didn't mean to interrupt, but no one answered when I knocked and the way I'm dressed..." Sara trailed off.

J replied "Ohhhhhh, of course! Sara, right? I'm sorry you had to hear that, T and I have some unfinished business to take care of. She's just calming down and thinking right now before we finish up. Would you like a snack or some juice or something?"

"I'd love some juice, please!" Sara said.

J grabbed one of the sippy cups from the counter and filled it with apple juice and brought it over to Sara.

"Thank you!" She said, and J smiled.

"You are very welcome. Such a polite little girl!"

Sara blushed and beamed. "I'll just color and wait for you and T, Ok Mr. J?"

J nodded. "That should be fine little one. We won't be long."

And with that, he headed back up the stairs.