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Ross’ smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “Well, it’s not every day you have a corrupt senator shoot himself in your barn, I’ll admit. But as far as I’m concerned, you don’t have anything to be sorry about, darlin’.”

“So…” Jack said. “Sounds like you learned a lot about ageplay.”

“Yup,” Victoria replied.

“Am I taking you back with me today?”

Victoria looked at Ross, then back at Jack. “Nope.”

 

* * *

 

Jack didn’t go back to the capital that day either, as it turned out. The FBI, at Ross’ invitation, used the ranch house as a place to conduct the interviews they needed to conduct, since the nearest police station was twenty miles away. The four bodyguards had been removed to a federal courthouse, but Ross, Jack, and above all Victoria had to spend long hours answering questions. Even Kelly and Mike Stovall had to come over to answer questions about Victoria’s search at the library, and whether they had seen anything as they left the MacGregor ranch.

By the time the interviews were over, it was already late, and Jack gratefully accepted Ross’ invitation to spend the night. Victoria made dinner for the three of them, a pot roast for which she’d emailed her mother to get the recipe, relishing the opportunity to use her email again, and to hint to her mom that she was making the pot roast for a cowboy.

When she had been dating Jack, dinners had been almost exclusively take-out—pasta at the most. He came up behind her while she was chopping vegetables and gave her a hug. “Am I right,” he asked, “that you’re pretty much blissfully happy?”

She turned around and embraced him. “Mm-hmm. Do you remember…?”

“When you called me ‘daddy’? I do.” He laughed. “Didn’t I warn you about Ross?”

Victoria smiled in what she was sure must be an embarrassingly dreamy way. “Special, I think you said.”

Just before the pot roast was ready to serve, Victoria ran to Ross where he was sitting drinking whisky with Jack in front of the fire, and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, may I put on one of my dresses for dinner?”

She wasn’t exactly sure what mix of emotions she felt, but she didn’t want to let Jack leave without appreciating just how important ageplay had become to her—partly because she wanted him to know how grateful she was for bringing her to her new daddy, and partly because she felt just a bit show-offish about what a wonderful man she belonged to now. And, she supposed, she felt some preemptive defiance about the way she imagined her old boss, who had once told her she had unlimited potential, would see her choice to stay here with Ross to be his little lady.

Ross gave her a slightly quizzical look, but he smiled, too, and nodded.

“Don’t tell Mr. Riley, okay?”

Ross chuckled to hear her call Jack ‘Mr. Riley,’ and nodded again.

“You sure, pumpkin?” he said.

“Oh, daddy,” Victoria whispered. “Call me pumpkin again, please.”

“Pumpkin, I’m going to fulfill my promise about your little bottom tonight,” he murmured into her ear.

“Daddy!” she said, unable to keep herself from raising her voice, and drawing a very inquisitive look from Jack. “That’s so naughty, isn’t it?” she whispered.

“Not if I say it, pumpkin,” Ross said.

Victoria felt herself blushing crimson, and so she kissed her daddy on the cheek and ran up the stairs to get out of her jeans and into her little lady dress. The red
Little House on the Prairie
dress, she thought—her favorite.

Chapter Seventeen

 

 

Victoria Mason, Ross MacGregor’s wonderful little girl, came down the stairs in the pretty red print dress, her hair again in pigtails, but with red ribbons instead of the pink ones she had taken out the night before after they had had their first bedroom time. Ross sat closer to the stairs than Jack did, so Jack couldn’t see her until she had actually entered the living room. Since she came in quietly, he hadn’t turned away from the fire, into which he was staring thoughtfully, until Victoria spoke.

“Mr. Riley,” she said, “I thought I should get dressed for dinner, so you could see just how sweet a thing you did for me, bringing me here to my new daddy’s house.”

Jack looked up with an expression of wonder. Then he laughed—he positively giggled, actually—not unkindly or uncomfortably, but in obvious delight to see the smile on Victoria’s face.

“I’m so happy for you, Victoria,” he said.

“Daddy,” she said, “dinner is served. I hope you like it.”

“I know I will, pumpkin,” Ross replied, feeling his heart swell with joy.

At dinner, Victoria told Jack the whole story of her stay at the ranch, minus the discipline. She told him how much she loved Ross teaching her to ride, and how she had had so many ideas for children’s books, as Ross read her old favorites, that she could barely write all of them down. From time to time it almost seemed like she was thinking that the next time Jack would come to Pleasant Hill would be for their wedding.

“You’ll see, the next time you come,” she said at one point. “Daddy gets to say, of course, but I think everything will get settled pretty soon.” Then Ross saw her blush, and she turned to him and said, “Sorry, daddy. I think I’m just a little carried away.” She reached out her hand tentatively, and then drew it back a little as if worried that a little lady shouldn’t be so forward.

But Ross took his little girl’s hand and held it tight. “I love it when you get carried away, darlin’. You wouldn’t be my girl otherwise.”

Her face got even redder, and Jack cleared his throat, so Ross said, “So what’s the news sayin’ about what happened here?”

Jack seemed grateful for the change of subject. “So far we’ve managed to keep your names out of it, but as you’ve seen, you’re going to have to be holed up here for a while.”

News vans were parked all up and down the road outside the gate of the ranch, which Ross had never locked before he did it that morning, on the advice of the FBI.

“Fine by me,” Victoria said, blushing yet again. Ross gave her hand another squeeze.

That night, despite his word, he didn’t fulfill the promise about Victoria’s bottom, though he couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze every now and then as she lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully. At bedtime, with Jack already in his own room, she had given him a frisky look as he helped her dry the last of the dishes, but then she had yawned and said, “Sorry, daddy,” with a guilty look on her face.

So he had put her to bed in his room, held her until she fell asleep, and then kept holding her long after.

The next morning, while Jack was still asleep, Victoria made him his breakfast, kissed him, and sent him off to the herd. By the time he returned to the ranch house, Jack had gone and Victoria, wearing a blue calico dress that he didn’t think she’d worn before, had his dinner ready for him.

“I worked on my first book today, daddy,” she said shyly as she sat down next to him to eat the roast chicken she’d made.

“What’s it about, pumpkin?” Ross asked.

“It’s about a little girl who has to hide in a stall with a wonderful horse when robbers come, and then a brave cowboy comes to save her.”

“I hope you’re going to make her very brave, just like my little girl.”

“Oh, I wasn’t brave, daddy. I was so scared.”

“Bein’ scared doesn’t mean you’re not brave too, pumpkin. You had so many chances to panic, and you didn’t. I’m very proud of you.”

Victoria smiled a pleased little smile, and looked down at her plate.

“I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you, pumpkin?”

She stole a glance at him. “What kind of reward, daddy?”

“A bedroom reward, darlin’.”

“But daddy, it’s still the daytime. We can’t do that during the daytime, can we?”

There it was—that little bit of resistance that made his heart sing its dominant tune. “We can have bedroom time now if I say so, young lady,” Ross said. “Don’t be disobedient. Get your naughty bottom up to your room and get ready for a spankin’.”

“Daddy!”

“You heard me.” Then, because he wanted to make sure she knew they were playing, he said, “I’ll do the dishes.”

Victoria looked into his eyes, clearly trying to suppress a giggle. “Thanks, daddy,” she whispered. She got up, pecked him on the cheek, and turned to head upstairs, but Ross grabbed her around her waist and refused to let her go.

Victoria squealed, and Ross said, “Daddy needs a better kiss than that, pumpkin.” Victoria looked into his eyes, and leaned down and kissed him for a long, long while, while Ross, unable to help himself, put his hand up under her dress to try to determine what kind of panties she was wearing.

“Pumpkin,” he said, when she finally lifted her mouth from his, “why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He held her bare bottom in his big hand and caressed it, letting his fingers play also at the joining of her thighs, so that she gave a little whimper of arousal.

“I forgot?”

Now he gave her backside a sharp spank. “Naughty,” he said. “Very naughty not to wear underwear, and then to tell a fib.” He spanked her hard again, and Victoria yelped. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties, young lady?”

“Because I’m very naughty,” she whispered. “I’ve been feeling so naughty all day, and then I thought you would never put your hand there, but then you did, and now I know I have to be a good girl for my spanking, or else I’ll be in big trouble and you won’t let me feel what it’s like to have you in my bottom.”

Ross couldn’t help it. He had to laugh at that. “Okay, pumpkin. Go upstairs and take off all your clothes. I’ll be up to spank you soon.”

So he spanked his naked little girl over his knee, the way a daddy should, until her bottom glowed red as the setting sun.

“Were you a naughty little girl?” he asked sternly, as he tanned her hide.

“Yes, daddy!” little Victoria cried, with her pigtails threshing from side to side as she squirmed over her daddy’s lap.

“Will you be good for your daddy from now on?”

“Yes! I promise, daddy! Ow, it hurts, daddy!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, young lady.”

When the spanking was over, for a long time he caressed her bottom, and he got her little bottom-hole ready for his cock.

“Daddy’s going to put something big here,” he said softly.

“Oh!” Victoria said. “What, daddy?”

“Daddy’s going to put his cock here, young lady.”

“Why, daddy?”

“Because it will make daddy’s cock feel very, very good. Do you want to make daddy’s cock feel good?”

“Yes, daddy.” Victoria nodded her head vigorously, her pigtails nodding charmingly along. Her bottom felt so heavenly under his hand that he had a terrible time thinking of doing anything else but fondling her gently and hearing her sigh, but finally he had her lie on her left side in her little bed, while he lay behind her with his own clothes discarded. He pulled her right knee gently up until her red cheeks parted to show him her cute rear dimple. He put the head of his big cock there, and he pushed very, very gently, while his little girl made little moaning cries at the feeling of being made to have her daddy in her bottom.

“There you go, pumpkin. Just push a little and let me in.”

“I’m trying, daddy,” Victoria panted.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. You can do it.”

Ross pushed a little harder, and at last, as his little lady gave a forlorn sigh of discomfort, he got himself inside her tiny ring. The tightness there felt so good on his cock that he almost lost control and thrust too deep, but he continued to be as gentle with her as he could, moving slowly and shallowly in Victoria’s backside to get her used to the sensation of pleasing him that way. At the same time, he rubbed her special place just as gently, until at last his little girl had her climax with her daddy’s cock in her bottom, whimpering as she arched her back and turned her face for him to see her submission, and to kiss away the tension there, even as he felt her bottom contract around his cock.

Ross couldn’t help himself then, and he began to move faster and harder, and deeper, rubbing Victoria’s pussy more quickly and making her explode into another orgasm just as he felt himself shooting his seed into her tight little rear. His little girl screamed her submission now, crying out, “Daddy… oh my… my daddy… I love you.” Together they shuddered for long moments, as Ross clung to her, kissing her hair, her cheek, her shoulder, over and over.

Then for a long while they lay motionless like that. Victoria’s bottom was so tight that even as Ross’ cock went soft, he stayed inside her, though she made sad little sounds as she felt him get smaller.

“Daddy?” she said at last, when he withdrew ever so gently from her still-pink bottom.

“Yes, pumpkin?”

“Do you feel like I belong to you now? Because
I
feel like I belong to you—more than I did before… before you did that, I mean.”

“It’s a very special thing when a little lady has her daddy there, isn’t it?” Ross asked, with an air of mock gravity.

“Oh, yes,” Victoria said, nodding. Ross watched a secretive smile creep across her face. “I think maybe it’s the most special thing.”

“Why, pumpkin?” Ross asked. He had had anal sex before, but Victoria was certainly right that there had been something very special about it, with her.

“I think maybe it’s because it’s just so very naughty, but when my daddy says I have to, suddenly it’s not naughty, but it’s still naughty anyway, so it makes me feel so… funny, in my special place.” She giggled. “Or something like that.”

Ross chuckled in response. “Well, my pumpkin has the sweetest little bottom I’ve ever laid eyes on, or held in my hands, or spanked, or… had my cock in.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Yup.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, pumpkin?”

“Tell me true?”

“Of course, pumpkin.”

“Do you like to spank me?”

Taken aback, Ross laughed. She knew the answer, of course. He loved it that she knew the answer, but she asked the question anyway, because it was… well, because it was hot.

“Yes, pumpkin,” he said. “I’m afraid I do.”

“Why, daddy?”

“Well…” Ross thought hard, and then the answer—the real answer—came to him in a flash. “I think it’s because I’m the one who gets to spank you, and that makes me very happy.”

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