Daddy parked the car in a space behind the dress shop. Little One was accustomed to parking near the front door and she had never seen the rear of the building. It was a busy place today. Men were unloading boxes from a caterer's truck and rolling them inside on hand carts.

Daddy held her hand as they walked past the workmen who seemed to pay them no notice as they approached, but each stopped their work to watch Little One walk across the freight dock and through the large doors. Little One noticed several empty wooden crates which once contained Champagne and other wines on the edge of the dock.

"Daddy, why do we have so much wine at the shop?" Little One asked.

"There will be a party after the show," he answered. "I am expecting large orders today. All the people who will be here are owners or buyers for clothing stores."

Loud music with heavy bass blared for a few seconds and shut off. Daddy led Little One to the front show room. All the clothes racks were packed against one wall. A crew of workmen was raising large speakers and lights on stands. A tent-like curtain covered the door to the fitting rooms and a runway extended from it half way across the room.

Little One stopped and stared. She let go of Daddy's hand and skipped up the steps behind the curtain. Little One strutted down the runway and looked across the empty chairs. She saw them filled with people and heard the music booming as she walked to the end where Daddy was standing. The music and people vanished when he held his hand out to her. Little One bent down and kissed him, holding his hand to her cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy," Little One whispered. "I will do a good job for you." Daddy squeezed her hand and smiled.

"I know you will, Little One," he said. "They need you in the fitting rooms. I will be very busy until the show starts. I will be watching you on the runway." Daddy put his hand on the back of her neck and held her for another kiss. She closed her eyes and almost lost her balance.

Little One stood up and shivered to regain her composure. Daddy waved for her to go and she turned to walk back to the curtains. He watched her graceful legs and the fluid swivel of her ass as she walked away.im. Now Daddy imagined people in the seats watching her. These people won't know what hit them, he thought.

Daddy made a careful survey of the showroom. Everything seemed in place. The sound system and lights were ready. The bartender and the caterer were all in place. He looked at his watch. The buyers would start to arrive in an about an hour and he wanted them to feel pampered all evening.

The fitting room was crowded with hair stylists, makeup artists and dressers when Daddy walked in. He stood in the door and watched all the activity with satisfaction. Little One sat in her panties before the mirror while the stylist pulled a long tress of hair between her fingers and rolled it up in the curling iron. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders in large loose flowing curls.

Vangie sat naked beside Little One while another woman worked on her hair. She seemed unaware of any one else in the room, even the woman pinning her hair. Vangie stared into the mirror and carefully lifted each breast, turning her nipples up to the mirror. Cloey bent over to push her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. Little One had her back to Daddy. She smiled when she saw Daddy in the mirror. Cloey stood up and noticed Daddy standing in the door.

"Robert," she said with a grin, "you should announce yourself before walking in." Daddy smiled and looked at his three models and the crowd of women helping them. It pleased Little One to see all the women in the room turn to Daddy and respectfully wait for him to speak.

"I won't take much of your time," he began. "This is a small show, but it's a big money show. All the people in the gallery are here to spend. We have to make it easy for them to do that. Little One, Cloey, and Vangie, will be walking, but we are all working this show. No breaks in the runway. I want someone leaving as the last comes back in. I want them beautiful, sexy and seductive. I want every man out there to think, this is what I want to see in my bedroom. I want every woman to think, this is what I want to look like in my bedroom. Now Ladies, keep your walk slow, let them see what we are selling. Go out there and walk like what you really want to do is take it all off for them. Let's go."

Everybody went back to their work as Daddy walked to Little One. She tilted her head back to look up at him with her hair falling down behind her chair.

"Do you like my hair this way, Daddy," she asked. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her lightly. Little One twisted her neck and kissed the hand on her right shoulder

"I love the curls, Little One," he answered. "You are going to be wonderful. Just be yourself out there and they will love you."

"Yes, Daddy," she said and took his hand in hers. She held it to her lips and kissed it again. "I'll make you proud." Daddy gave her shoulders one last squeeze.

"Good girl," he said as he kissed her again and turned to leave.

Saleslady looked out the window to see a tall young man open the passenger door of a white sedan. A silver haired woman stepped out and took his hand. Saleslady recognized Maxine White, owner of a chain of lingerie stores. Her She was one of the company's largest customers. She picked up two show catalogs and waited as the door opened and Maxine stepped into the shop.

Saleslady smiled and waited for the handsome young man to close the door behind them. Maxine's dress was from the company line and very expensive. Maxine was one of the few women with a sense of fashion sharp enough to impress Saleslady. Her clothes were always a perfect fit, never a crease or a wrinkle. Today her earrings matched her necklace, her pendent, her belt buckle and even the straps of her shoes.

"Welcome to our Spring Showing, Ms. White," Saleslady said as extended her hand. Maxine took Saleslady's hand and squeezed it as a man might.

"Thank you, Saleslady," Maxine replied, not loosening her grip as she spoke. "Have you met my son Marcus?" Saleslady had tried not to stare past Maxine at the tall young man. Saleslady pulled her hand loose from Maxine's grip and smiled at him. Marcus took her hand and curled his fingers around it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marcus," Saleslady said. His hands were smooth, but strong. He looked straight at her with deep brown eyes and a slight friendly smile.

"Thank you, thank you very much," he replied. Saleslady stifled a giggle. Is he trying to talk like Elvis, she wondered. "I'm glad I could make it here today."

Saleslady wanted for Maxine to speak and draw Marcus's attention so she could look him over carefully. The suit was a perfect cut, as she expected it to be. The shoulders appeared to be padded, but she realized it was all Marcus in the jacket. Saleslady ran her mental dress tape over him. Forty-five inch chest, thirty six inch waist, probably a thirty two inseam. He was tall, but well proportioned. The inseam caught her eye. Marcus's pants were pulled tight in the crotch, with a noticeable bulge against his left thigh. He had the pants tailored to fit like that, she thought. Maxine's boy was a bit of a showoff.

"Would Robert have a few minutes before the show?" Maxine asked, interrupting Saleslady's reverie. "He hasn't seen Marcus for several years." Saleslady blushed a bit and wondered if Maxine had caught her staring at Marcus's crotch.

"Certainly, Ms. White," Saleslady answered. "He's in his office. I know he would love to see the both of you."

"Thank you, again," Marcus said. His smile had turned sly. Saleslady felt a little heat under her ears.

He caught me checking him out, she thought. Saleslady watched the pair walk down the hall to Sir's office. The seat of Marcus's pants was tapered to pull tight across his buns, but hung loose from the thighs down. He knows what he's doing and does it so well, Saleslady thought.

Daddy's office was at the end of the hall which passed by the back entrance to the fitting room. Maxine and Marcus heard a shriek and then a giggle as they walked by the door. The laughter of several female voices could still be heard as Maxine stopped at the office door and waited for Marcus to open it.

"Should I knock?" he asked.

"Always knock on this door, Marcus," she answered. "You never know who he might have in there with him." Marcus smiled and rapped firmly on the door.

"Come in, whoever you are," bellowed Daddy. Marcus pulled the door open for Maxine and followed her inside. Daddy and Michael stood in front of the big desk. Michael had a stern look on his face. Daddy seemed relieved to have the conversation interrupted.

"Robert and Michael, in the same room?" Maxine chuckled. "I can't think of a more dangerous combination of manhood."

"Maxine," Daddy said, holding his arms out. "I hoped you would be here today." Maxine stepped into his arms and pressed her lips to his. Daddy's familiar lime scent made her want to close her eyes and hold him a little longer, but she remembered the other men in the room.

"I couldn't miss the spring show, Robert," Maxine said as she pulled away and held her hand out to Michael. "Michael, how are you?" Michael smiled and bowed his head slightly as he shook her hand.

"I'm fine, Maxie," he answered, keeping eye contact with her. Maxine could see the stress in his face, almost a look of anger, despite his pleasant tone. Maxine turned back to Daddy.

"Robert, when was the last time you saw Marcus?" Maxine asked. Daddy stepped forward and took Marcus's hand.

"It's been many years," Daddy said as he clasped his left hand around Marcus's cuff. "You look like you have done well."

"He has full charge of the Miami stores, now." Maxine added.

"I am impressed, Marcus," Daddy said. "You'll like what you see today. I'm sure of it"

"Thank you, Sir, "Marcus responded. Marcus wondered if he looked flustered. He had meant to call him Robert, of maybe Mr. Pater, but Sir was all he could manage. His mother and Michael were the only people who had ever called him Robert in his presence. Daddy looked at his watch.

"The show should start in a few minutes. I have seats for both of you on the front row," he said.

"Marcus," Maxine said. "Why don't you and Michael find our seats for us and let Robert and I talk about the two of you behind your backs."

"Why not, indeed?" Michael answered, knowing Maxine meant what she said.

"It is good to see you again, Sir," Marcus said as he and Michael stepped into the hall.

Vangie was just a little bit ahead of them. She was barefoot, wearing a silk robe and held a champagne bottle by the neck in each hand. She did not notice the two men following her. Michael and Marcus exchanged glances and stepped quietly. Vangie stopped at the fitting room door, unable to turn the knob. She was about to set one bottle down when Marcus reached past her and pulled the door open for her.

"Thank you so much," said as she stepped through the door. Marcus looked over Vangie's shoulder to see Little One's bare ass. She was wearing only a garter belt with fishnet stockings and put her foot on a chair to straighten the mesh around her knees. She bent to the side, working the net straight on the inside of her calf, letting her pussy peek out from where the curve of her ass met her thigh. Marcus stood with hand was frozen to the door knob and his mouth open. Little One was too busy to notice the two men staring at her from the door way.

"Excuse me," one of the hair stylists said curtly as she reached for the knob and pulled the door closed.

"Robert did say you would like what you saw today," Michael said. This is going to be an interesting day, he thought. Marcus did not move for a moment.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he blurted, "Who was that?"

"One of the models," Michael answered. "She's a little short for a model."

"She's nothing like any model I've ever seen," Marcus said.

The two men entered the large showroom. People were standing around, talking in groups. A few found their reserved seats and sat down. Marcus found his name on a hand written card placed on a chair in the middle of the front row. It was carefully centered on a show catalogue. Marcus sat down and sat down and stared at the cover. Three beautiful women struck model like poses. The blonde and the redhead were familiar, but the black haired young woman in then middle was new. The trio stood close together with the tall blonde and redhead slightly behind dark haired one, their hands lightly on her bare shoulders. Her head was tilted slightly down and turned to the side, smiling as if she was about to walk away, expecting him to follow her.

"Do I need to call somebody for you?" Michael said. "You don't look well." Marcus was not aware he had sat beside him.

"Who is this girl?" he asked, putting his finger on Little One's cleavage. Michael grinned and looked at his watch.

"Her name is Little One. You'll see plenty of her in a few minutes," he said.

Maxine waited for a moment to make sure Marcus and Michael had walked away from the door.

"What was that all about?" Maxine asked.

"Michael has never earned or invested a dollar in his whole life," Daddy answered. "He wants me to increase his allowance because he's found love."

"Michael in love?" Maxine sang. "The poor girl. Does she know what she's in for?" Maxine moved closer to Daddy, put her hands over his shoulders and leaned back, looking into his eyes. "I'm bored, talking about Michael. That's not why I came here." Daddy put his hands on her waist and raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you come here, Maxie?" Daddy asked.

"No fair, calling me Maxie. That doesn't work anymore," Maxine chided him. "What I want to know, Robert. To who, did I lose you?"

"I didn't know I was yours to lose," Daddy answered.

"You can be a bastard sometime, but I still love you," Maxine said, softening her tone. Daddy put his hands over hers and gently lifted them off his shoulders.

"That doesn't work either, Maxie, we are too long over that," he replied. Daddy looked at his watch. "Would you like to meet her?"

"She's here at the show?" Maxine asked.

"She is in the show with Vangie and Cloey," Daddy said with obvious delight.

"Oh Robert. A model?" Maxine cried. "I thought this was something serious."

Vangie put a towel around the neck of the bottle and twisted the cork loose. Champagne fizzed and soaked through the towel and ran through her fingers. She squealed and tried to side step the drips, dancing to keep her feet clear. Everyone turned around to see Vangie sucking champagne through her fingers.

"Okay, everybody," she announced. In a few minutes, Little One loses her cherry. That's something we can drink to." Cloey was the first to pull a paper cup from the water cooler and hold it out to Vangie. "Come on, everybody, we're drinking to the cutest ass to ever strut down the runway."

Cloey passed her cup to Little One, who had been lost in her thoughts and was startled to realize Vangie was talking about her. Little One stood held her cup, feeling it get warm in her fingers as Vangie splashed more in everyone's cups. They turned to Little One looked at her expectantly. Little One felt very self conscious, thinking they wanted her to say something.

"Umm," she stammered, "Thank you, I think." Vangie filled her own cup and held it up.

"Ladies," she said with mock solemnity, "I present for your consideration, Little One. She is about to experience the closest thing to public sex, except maybe public sex itself."

Little One's ears felt hot. She had been having thoughts just like that. Vangie tipped her cup back and everyone did the same. Little One took a tentative sip. The cool champagne spread across her tongue. It was not as strong as Daddy's brandy, but it still made her head feel light as she swallowed. Vangie stood ready to fill the cup again.

"You are going to do great out there," Vangie said as she filled her own cup. Little One smiled and emptied this cup with Vangie. Little One had been fighting a nervous feeling in her stomach, but it faded away as the champagne slowly settled in her.

Music began to pound from the showroom and everyone started to move quickly. The hair stylist fluffed Little One's curls and the make up artist checked her lipstick for smears. Dressers made one last check of the racks of the lingerie and stood ready.

"Good evening and welcome to the Pater Design and Apparel Spring Show," Saleslady said over the speakers. "Please find your seats and our show will begin."

The lights in the showroom were dimming as Daddy and Maxine entered. They found empty seats on the back row and sat down as the Saleslady made her announcement. Daddy looked at his watch and checked the room. Everyone was in position. The DJ let the opening beat fade away and a faster song came through.

Cloey appeared at the curtains in a green satin corset and sheer dressing gown. The gown flowed behind her like a cape as she walked briskly to the end of the runway for her turn. The gown slipped off her arms as she turned and caught it by the collar. It fluttered from her raised arm as she walked back. Cloey held the gown over the edge of the runway and dropped it dismissively. A dresser was crouched by the front row and caught it before it touched the floor. Maxine tugged on Daddy's jacket to pull his ear near to her.

"Nice touch," Maxine said. "When does your lady appear?"

"You'll know her when you see her," he replied.

Vangie stepped into the light and walked almost exactly as Cloey had, eyes level, shoulders rigid as her hips swayed. She made a quick mechanical turn and returned just as she had walked out.

Cloey's dresser was fussing with her next outfit, trying to make the panties lay smooth in the front. The seam between the waistband and the front panel unraveled and lay over like a flag. The dresser looked at Little One.

"I need more time," she said to Little One. "Give me an extra thirty seconds." Little One had spent the last few minutes, mentally practicing her first walk and now someone wanted her to change it.

"How do I do that?" she asked.

"It's easy," Cloey said confidently. "Walk slow and on the way back, stop and make another turn." Little One nodded her head, trying to fit this new move into her mental walk. Vangie stepped back around the curtain and headed straight for her champagne bottle with her dresser following behind her, tugging at her zipper.

Little One took a deep breath, stepped forward and she appeared on the runway wearing a black satin bra and sheer panties with her fishnet stockings. The effect she had on the buyers was obvious. Her smile and her walk made every man and woman pay attention. Her arms swung against the motion of her swaying hips. Jaded lingerie buyers, all accustomed to working with half naked women sat up as Little One walked down the runway.

A world of razor thin, expressionless models faded behind Little One's smile. Vangie's and Cloey's boyish stomachs were flat and featureless from hip bone to hip bone. Little One's stomach was perfectly concave, holding the front of her panties tight to her skin, crossed by the waist band just under her navel. Her thighs were a smooth curve, starting at her knees, melting into her full hips. At the end of the runway, she stood with her weight on one foot; the other leg extended in a toe point as she spun and snapped her head, fanning her hair in the air, exposing her bare neck. There was an audible groan from the crowd. Little One scanned the seats, making eye contact with everyone in the front row until she saw Daddy seated in the back row.
Her slow walk made her look seductively nonchalant. She stopped and turned to face Daddy. Little One could barely see his face behind the lights, but he looked happy. She raised her right foot and touched the runway with her toe, sliding her foot forward until the heel caught on the floor. She bent at the waist and leaned forward to put her hand just below her knee, keeping her eyes on Daddy.

Marcus found himself with the same view he saw through the fitting room door, but this time black panties covered the Little One's round ass. Her white legs glowed through the mesh of her stockings and the panties were so thin he could follow the cleft of her ass as it went below the waist band. Little One flipped her hair off her shoulder to let in hang over her arm as she slid her hand up her leg, and over her hips, standing up to pucker her lips and kiss the air. Everyone on that side of the runway felt the kiss was exclusively for them. Maxine sat motionless until Little One disappeared behind the curtain.

Cloey appeared in her repaired outfit, but the audience were still in shock and barely noticed her.

"Oh my god, Robert," Maxine said, not trying to be discreet at all. "Where did you find her?" Daddy grinned and laughed out loud.

"I had her made, especially for me," he answered.

Little One was still panting as the dressers pulled her stockings down. She held her arms out to let them slip on a red bra with a scalloped baby doll skirt. Vangie pushed a cup into her hand as she passed by. It was almost full and Little One tried to drink it in one swallow. The cool champagne slowed her breathing and the last of her nervousness faded away. The short dance she had done for Daddy started a tingle in her pussy. Now, two women were running their hands over her body, adjusting the bra and panties. A soft finger slipped inside the hem of her thong to pull the fabric out of her slit, rubbing softly while the other hand tugged at the back, pulling the strap tight between the cheeks of her ass.

Vangie reappeared, took the empty cup from Little One and spanked her as she stepped through the curtain. It was easier this time. The music did not seem as loud and her legs felt lighter. Faces seemed more distinct, all looking directly at her. She spotted Michael in the front row, sitting next to a very handsome man. He leaned over to talk to Michael, but kept his eyes on her as she passed. Little One twirled at the end, making the baby doll skirt flare and float against her arms. She looked down at Marcus and flashed her brightest smile.

"I think she meant that for you," Michael said. "She'll be at the reception, you know."

The rest of the show went very fast. The fitting room was a blur of stripping and redressing, several more cups of warm champagne and a shove through the curtains. Little One stepped back and the fitting room was strangely calm. The dressers were clipping the lingerie back on hangers and straightening the racks. Vangie sat naked with her back to the mirror and held the bottle upside down over her cup, letting the last of the champagne drip. Daddy's voice came through the speakers.

"Thank you for attending out Spring Show. We appreciate it very much. I have an open bar and food for you, so there's no need to hurry. If you have any questions about pricing or availability, any of our people can help you. Again, thank you very much." Vangie set the bottle down.

"I love a man with an open bar." Vangie said as she set the bottle down and stood up to find her dress. Cloey was already dressed and was pulling on her shoes. Little One pulled on the fishnets she wore for her first walk and a short black dress. The dressers and the hair stylists already had their cases packed and Little One was the last one to leave the fitting room.

Little One was surprised to see so many people in the front showroom. The chairs had already been stacked and a man pushed a cart load past her as she entered the room. She stepped to the side and nearly fell over. She wondered how she managed her last walk on the runway. The music was a much softer Latin Jazz tune. It made her sway to the beat.

Little One looked around for Daddy and found him near the end of the runway in a crowd of people. She wanted to talk to Daddy, but she could see he was busy with customers. He seemed very busy with a silver haired woman who was standing very close to him. Little One could only see her head, but it looked like she had her arm around Daddy's waist. She turned away and took a deep breath. I am going to stay calm, she thought. I can put up with Vangie and Cloey, I can put up with this.

A conversation behind her caught her ear. She turned to see two women looking at the show catalog with their backs to her.

"Who was that slut on the runway?"

"I heard she lives with Pater. She's certainly not a model."

"That explains it. He should stick to selling dresses." Little One walked away quickly, short of breath and unsure what to think.

She looked over the crowd from the corner of the room and saw a tall brown haired man looking at her. He smiled and started walking across the room to her. Little One's eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. It made him look off balance and she tried not to giggle.

"Would you like some champagne?" a feminine voice said to her. Little One turned to see a young woman holding a tray with several fizzing champagne flutes. The last cup Little One had gulped down had been lukewarm and she thought she wanted no more, but the stem of the flute chilled her fingers and revived her thirst.

"Please," Little One said as she picked the flute up and watched the bubbles break loose and float to the top.

"I watched the show while we were setting up," said the waitress. "You were wonderful." She turned to hold the tray out for the tall man who had just walked up to them. Marcus took a flute and held it, waiting for Little One to speak.

"Thank you," Little One said nervously. "Evangeline and Clothilde are the real models. This was my first show." Marcus smiled over his champagne.

"I can't believe that," he said. "You must be a dancer. You seem so natural and easy on the runway." The waitress quietly backed away and left them alone. Little One was frozen in place, unable to speak for a moment. She had never seen golden brown eyes like his. Marcus tapped his flute against Little One's. "Here's to your first successful show and a new career." Marcus held the flute to his lips and waited for Little One to do the same. Little One tipped the slender glass back and let the chilled champagne run over her tongue. It was much better cold.

Marcus watched with a little surprise as she emptied the glass. Little One felt her lips tighten into a smile, but she wasn't certain why. The music and pieces of conversation became a buzz in the background as this tall man filled up her entire field of vision.

"I'm Marcus White," he said. "You did very well today." Little One blinked and tried to concentrate on his words.

"You have a champagne voice," she answered and instantly wondered why she said it. She took a breath and tried to gather her thoughts. Little One was afraid to open her mouth again, but Marcus did not seem to notice.

"Thank you very much," Marcus answered. Elvis, Little One thought and suddenly Marcus was on stage swinging a microphone stand and his hips. She shook her head to clear the image.

"I am Little One," she said, glad to finally say something which made sense. Little One held her hand out had Marcus squeezed it softly. His hand was warm and when he released hers, she left her arm extended for a few seconds.

"That is a lovely name and it suits you so well. Is it a nickname or did you choose it just for work?"

"I suppose it is a nickname, but it's always been my name," Little One replied.

Marcus stood closer to her. She tilted her head and she was still looking through her eyelashes. His cologne smelled of cedar and made her want to close her eyes.

"My nickname was Marky," Marcus said. "But now I'm known only as Marcus for business." Little One tilted her head to the side and smiled.

"Marky is a cute name," she said, "but you're too tall to be a Marky now. What kind of business are you in?"

"I wish it was a business that hired beautiful models," he replied. "My family owns the White Solon. I run the Miami stores."

"I've never been to Miami," Little One said, "but, I have watched the police show about it. It seems like a dangerous place."

"It's not like that at all," Marcus replied. "Miami has the hottest clubs, the best food. Would you like to see my city?" Little One was startled by the question. The pretty waitress reappeared and held the tray out for their empty glasses. She smiled at Marcus as he picked up a full flute in each hand. Little One eyed the girl and wished she would go away. Marcus put on flute in Little One's hand and the waitress left them alone again.

"I would love to see Miami," Little One said as she took a sip. She did not want to drink this one as fast as the other. Her head felt a little light and it was more difficult to form words.

"It's the perfect time of year. It's not too hot, the water is great, a few days to relax and play. Would it fit your schedule?"

Little One heard his words, but could not reply. Marcus's face seemed large and she realized he was moving closer to her. She felt as if she was watching the two of them from across the room. Marcus raised his hand and ran his fingers across her cheek. Little One thought she would flinch at the touch, but didn't move. His fingers felt nice and his cologne was stronger. The only thought in her mind was 'you have champagne eyes'. She tightened her lips to keep from saying it out loud and raised her fingers to touch his jaw. The skin looked smooth, but her fingers felt a slight bristle. Marcus was very close now. Little One could feel his breath on her face.

Daddy made a mental calculation. The pieces Little One wore in the show were more than half of the orders placed.

"Well, Gentlemen," he said to the group around him. "And, ladies as well. Let's talk business later and enjoy ourselves for a while. The men smiled and headed for the bar and the buffet, leaving Daddy and Maxine alone for a moment.

"Robert," Maxine said, "when do I get to meet your little model?"

"Shall we find her?" he asked in return. "I think you will be impressed if you can get past your insane jealousy."

"Jealous?" Maxine said, "I'm not jealous, Robert. I'm too smart for jealousy. I'm worried a girl like that might take advantage of you.

"I appreciate it very much, Maxie," Daddy answered. "You should know all about it. You have always taken advantage of my good nature."

The crowd shifted and they both spotted Marcus's tall form at the same time. His hand was on Little One's cheek and he bent down and kissed her on the lips.

"Oh my God," Maxine moaned. "Robert, I am so sorry." She stood still for only a moment but before she turned, Daddy had spun on his heel and walked away.



Daddy took his jacket off and pulled his tie loose. It had been a tiring day. He sank down in the large chair behind his desk. He slumped forward, rested on his elbows and rubbed his forehead. Little One smiled at him from a small framed photograph. He snatched it in his hand as if to slam it down, but stopped and set it down gently.

A long time had passed since he last felt like this. What, exactly, did he feel like, he wondered. Why did he feel this way? Was it worth this? Was anything worth this?

Little One had done so well on the runway. The effect she had on the buyers was obvious when she stepped out. He had smiled, listening to them groan for the beautiful thing who shared his bed. Marcus had groaned the loudest. Daddy thought of him still, as a boy, but there was no denying he was now a man. Why, he wondered, hadn't he seen this coming? You take her from a boarding school and put her in that house. A man such as Marcus would look very good to her. I can give her anything, he thought, anything but a young man.

His meditation was interrupted by the slowly opening door. Little One stood there searching for words. She wanted to explain, but she wasn't really certain what had happened. She had been so excited and the champagne made everything cloudy.

Daddy stood up and walked to the sofa at the left of his desk. He held his hand out to Little One. She let the door close behind her and stepped to him, trying to read something in his face. She had never seen this look before.

"Come sit with me, Little One," he said, with no hint of emotion in his voice. Little One's champagne high was beginning to fade. There was something strange in the way Daddy spoke but she couldn't place it. "I have made a decision, Little One." She wrinkled her brow. This did not sound good.

"A decision?" she asked. "A decision about what?"

"I have not been fair to you, Little One," he answered. Little One felt something cold grow in her stomach. Daddy's voice was colder. The words were short and clipped. "I should not have cut you off from the world. I am going to put you in an apartment near the university. You can enroll in classes. After your behavior today, I think it would be best." Little One thought her heart stopped.

"No, Daddy, no!" she wailed. "I haven't done anything wrong." Daddy's impassive face turned red from the neck up, his jaw tightened and he closed his eyes tight for a second, before raising his hand and slapping it down in the cushion between them, so hard it raised dust and made Little One lean back in fear.

"You kissed a man in front of my friends, my employees and my customers!" Daddy yelled. "Don't sit there and tell me you have done nothing wrong." He looked away from her, clenching his teeth, one hand on his forehead, trying to stay composed. He hated losing control more than he hated the way he felt this moment.

Little One wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. Daddy felt her hot face against his neck. Her breasts were heaving with her gasping breath. Blue Gardenia perfume clung to her hair. It was all he could smell. Daddy put his arms around her and rocked her gently. Little One's sobs turned to a steady moan as she caught her breath and inhaled.

"Daddy, please, no, no, no," she cried. "Please don't send me away." Now Daddy wished he had thought this plan out before saying something. He reached behind his neck and pried Little One's fingers loose so he could see her face when he spoke.

"Little One," Daddy said, as calmly as he could manage, "Do you want to stay with me?" She tried to inhale and felt like her lungs could not expand.

"Yes," she managed to croak. "Please don't send me away."

"Little One," Daddy said as her took her hands and held them between his. "You don't really understand what happened. You need-." Daddy stopped and looked away. Little One had never seen him do that before. He turned back to her, with his jaw drawn back tight and his brow wrinkled. "You need time to learn some things, things I can't teach you."

Little One's head was beginning to hurt. How, she wondered could one kiss get her into so much trouble. She pulled her hands loose and curled her fingers under her chin. Daddy's face relaxed as he took a deep breath and sighed. He looks tired, she thought. No, she had seen him tired, but she this was different; he looked hurt. Little One began to cry again. Daddy put his hand on her knee and squeezed it gently.

"I know what I did, Daddy." Little One said, between sobs. "I'm sorry. I need a spanking." Daddy tilted his head and looked at her carefully. Maybe he had been wrong, he thought.

"I will not spank you, not in the mood I'm in," he answered. "I would be much too hard."

Little One stood up in front of him and reached behind her back to unzip her dress.

"No, Daddy," she said. "I need you to be hard. I need you to be harder than you have ever been." She pulled her dress off over her head, smoothed it out and laid it over the arm of the couch.

Daddy looked up to see her standing before him, naked, except for her black fishnets and heels. She started to undo the garter snaps, but Daddy raised his hand to stop her. He looked at her expectantly. Little One kept her eyes on him and lowered herself to her knees, rolling her shoes over the toes without a wobble. She laid her head on his knee and began to cry again. Daddy put his hand on her head, stroking her hair gently.

"Little One," he said softly, "you don't need to do this." Little One sniffed and rubbed a tear on his pants leg.

"Yes, Daddy. I do need to do this," she said. "Please listen to me." Daddy kept stroking her hair.

"What do you want to say, Little One," he asked.

"Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned," Little One began. She was speaking quickly, as if she had memorized her words and afraid to lose her place. "I drank too much champagne. I was jealous of the woman you were talking too. I didn't tell Marcus I was your little girl when he started talking to me. I liked his attention and let him stand close to me and whisper in my ear. I liked it when he kissed me. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I hurt my Daddy and I am very sorry." Little One paused to catch her breath. "I renounce my sin and I hate my sinful nature. Please help me, Daddy; you must punish me, to help me be good." Little One felt Daddy's hand grip her hair and turn her head to look at him.

"Would a spanking help you, Little One?" Daddy asked. Little One swallowed hard.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered. She wanted to look away, but Daddy's eyes were too intense. His hand held her head tight and she didn't dare close her eyes. "It has to be very hard. I have been very bad." Daddy pulled Little One up by her hair. She almost lost her balance, but caught Daddy's shoulder as he pushed her across his lap.

Little One's legs buckled and she dropped on his lap with her right knee between his, straddling Daddy's right thigh. She felt her naked mound rub the fabric of his pants as she squirmed, trying to straighten her left leg. Daddy let go of her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. Little One's face pressed into the back cushion. It was an uncomfortable position, but Daddy held her tight against his side. He stroked his hand across her ass twice. It was perfectly round and smooth with pale white skin stretched tight across each cheek. Her legs were forced apart by his knee, exposing her rich cocoa colored anus. Little One's previous spankings had been with her thighs pressed together, hiding her little brown pucker. Daddy was distracted for a moment, but Little One's voice brought him back to his task.

"Daddy, I have been very bad," she said. She felt his hand lift away from her ass and come back down with a half hearted smack. "Daddy," she cried. "Tell me what I did."

"You let a man kiss you," he said as his hand slapped her right cheek, a little harder than before.

"Yes, Daddy, he kissed me and I liked it." Daddy struck again, even harder. "I wanted him to touch me, Daddy." The next blow was so strong Little One shrieked. The force jarred her, pressing her pussy against Daddy's leg. She gasped, trying to clamp her legs around Daddy's knee.

"No other man can touch you, Little One," Daddy growled. Her words and tone infuriated him. "I have given you everything, Little One."

"He smelled good, Daddy," she cried. "I wanted him close to me."

Daddy's hand came down so fast, Little One could hear it whistle before it struck, making her scream. Her ass was burning on both sides. It was more than a sting. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the next blow, but all she could feel was the heat in her ass flow to her pussy. She felt herself getting wet. The sharp throb in her ass was making her pussy lips contract. "Daddy!" she squalled. His hand came down hard and fast, pushing her face into the cushion. "Tell me why, Daddy. Why can't he touch me." she gasped before the next strike. Daddy's arm had begun to tire, but her words reinvigorated him.
"What?" he yelled, without breaking his swing. "I am the only man who touches you." Little One screamed again when his hand came down.

"Tell me why Daddy. Tell me why," she cried. The smacks were no longer measured and regular. Daddy's arm was fatigued and his hand was numb. He was flailing wildly, feeling the anger he had tried so hard to hold down drive his hand. Little One's ass was covered in red hand prints and finger marks that threatened to turn purple.

"Why?" Daddy yelled. "You ask why. You are mine." Little One could barely hear him above her own screams. The pain was intense now, relieved only by the pressure of her clitoris against his hard thigh. "You are mine. I marked you. I put my cum in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass. I'll mark your ass with my hand until you know you are mine and no other man touches you."

"Daddy, Stop! Please stop," Little One screamed. "I'm yours, Daddy." Little One slumped against cushion. Daddy fell back against the couch back and dropped his arm. Little One settled down across his lap, whimpering and sobbing. She closed her eyes to block the tears. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she cried repeatedly. Little One pushed back with her hands, sliding her pussy down Daddy's thigh, stopping at his knee. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but it was heating her pussy. She grabbed Daddy's shirt and pulled her self up to his face. He was breathing hard; both arms were limp by his sides. A tear slowly crawled down his cheek. Little One caught the tear on her tongue and kissed him. She could not help rocking on his leg. It soothed the sting in her ass.

"Daddy," she said and waited for him to respond. Daddy took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Yes, Little One," he whispered.

"Daddy, mark me. Make me yours again," she replied. She slid her hand across her ass and winced.

"Let me see your bottom, Little One," Daddy said quietly. Little One quickly pulled her knees up and lay obediently across his lap. Her ass was fiery red on both sides with spots of purple beginning to show through. Daddy resisted the urge to stroke her bottom and put his hand between her thighs. Little One spread her knees and squirmed. Daddy could see her swollen pussy lips separate slightly, revealing a trickle of cream. He pressed two fingers inside and her opening relaxed, giving him easy entry, only to squeeze tight at the second knuckle. Little One felt Daddy's cock move, through his pants.

"Daddy," Little One purred, "Please Daddy, don't tease me." He pulled his fingers free and instinctively patted her bruised bottom. Little One shrieked and flinched, pressing her stomach against his hard cock. She slid her knees to floor and grabbed his shirt, pulling the buttons loose; tugging so hard one button popped its thread and bounced off her shoulder. She pulled his shoes off, tossed them to the side and hooked her fingers in his waistband. Little One leaned back with all her weight, trying to pull him off the couch. "I want my Daddy naked. I want you naked with me."

Daddy stood, nearly letting her fall backwards as she unsnapped his fly and pulled his pants down. Little One wrapped her fist around his cock and rubbed the wet tip against her cheek. "Mark me, Daddy, mark me and make me yours." Little One put her lips to the head and sucked gently as she pressed her thumb to the underside, forcing a drop onto her tongue. The backs her shoes pressed into her tender ass, sending a shiver up her spine. Little One turned to her side and rolled onto her knees to crawl to the center of the room. She stopped with her arms straight and her hips locked, waiting for Daddy to take her. Daddy kicked his pants off and knelt behind her. The hand prints glowed bright pink and the purple bruises darkened. He leaned down and kissed the darkest one.

"On your back, Little One," he said. "I want to see your face." Little One closed her eyes and sighed. She loved to hear Daddy say that. She rolled on her back, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as her ass pressed into the soft carpet. Little One opened her eyes to see Daddy on his knees between her legs. He crawled forward, over her pushing her knees against her breasts, pressing his cock against her slit. Little One kept her eyes on his as she slid her hand down her stomach and put her fingers around his cock to feel it slip inside her. Daddy's thighs hit her bruised ass, making her gasp and cry out each time he thrust deep. Little One felt her pussy contract with every blow; feeling like Daddy was fucking and spanking her at the same time.

She watched Daddy's eyes close slowly as he rocked against her faster and faster. Little One reached up and combed her nails though the hair on his chest, finding each nipple and rolling it between her fingers. Daddy arched his neck back and moaned. He could feel Little One's pussy clenching him each time he drove inside her.

"Mark me Daddy," she whispered. "Make me yours. Give me your mark. I want to be yours. Show me who I belong to, Daddy." Daddy felt the heat grow deep in his stomach. He slowed his thrust to savor the feeling. Little One's voice pulled him on, building the pressure in his balls. He opened he eyes again to see Little One licking her bottom lip, her face framed by her black hair, wisps of it covering her green eyes. "Give me your mark Daddy. Show everybody I belong to you." Daddy buck one last time and fell down on her with his cock pulsing inside her. Little One clenched her pussy as tight as she could, to milk every drop from him.

Daddy's senses came back to him in a few seconds. Little One whimpered in his ear. His weight against her upturned ass was painful. He rose up on his arms and rocked back on his knees. Little One looked up at him with a mix of fear and apprehension, wondering what Daddy would do with her. Daddy looked down between Little One's thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. His semen started to trickle out of her slit. Daddy scooped some on his fingers and studied it. It cooled quickly on his fingers, becoming thin and sticky. It was a mixture of Little One and him. It smelled rich and earthy, like fresh turned soil and his slowly deflating cock stirred one more time when he inhaled the scent.

He leaned over Little One again and crossed her forehead with his wet finger. Daddy drew his finger down the bridge of her nose and touched her lips. Little One inhaled the scent and her pussy reacted just as Daddy's cock had. He gathered more on his fingers and traced a line from her throat, between her breasts, down her belly and back to her pussy. He dipped his fingers inside her one more time and smeared it from her left nipple, through her cleavage and over her right nipple. Little One felt a wave of relief flow though her.

"Little One," Daddy said in his commanding voice, "Who do you belong to?"

"You marked me, Daddy," she answered. "I'm yours."