SSC: Loving...a “Little One” Short Story

(c) 2000 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill

Category: ageplay

Word Count: 404

 

Daddy gave me the last few spanks and said the words I wanted to hear.  “All right, your spanking is over, little one.”  Then he gave me a big hug.

 

I hugged Daddy back and cried over his shoulder.   “I'm really sorry, Daddy.”

 

“There, there, I'm sure you'll do better another time.  Now I think you need a nap, little one.  When you wake up we can talk more, if you like.”

 

I nodded and started to lie down, but then jumped up again and clung to him.  “Hold me for a little bit more, Daddy,” I cried.  I was feeling emotional after my spanking.

 

Daddy said okay and cuddled me for a little bit.  “Let me tuck you into bed, and I will hold you there if you like,” he said after a while.

 

I slipped under the covers and looked up.  “Daddy?”

 

“Yes?”

 

I thought about what I was going to say and then said, “Never mind.”

 

“What is it, little one?  You can tell daddy anything, you know that,” he assured me.

 

“I just wondered if you still loved me.  I know it's silly,” I said quietly.

 

“No, it isn't silly.  I do love you.  I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what, no matter when.  Understand that?”

 

Daddy was looking at me.  I looked down.  “I try to, Daddy, but I just don't get how you can.”  I turned away then and faced the wall.

 

Daddy leaned over and pulled me to him.  “Oh, little one, dear heart.  I love you because of who you are, and because you are my own special little girl.  I will always love you, no matter what you do or don't do.  Daddies expect some misbehavior.  It is my job to correct it when it happens, to punish you, and to help make sure that you learn better -- but that never makes me stop loving you even a little bit, even when I am upset.”

 

I started crying again.  “I’m sorry I make you punish me all the time, Daddy.  I love you, too.”  I crawled out of the covers and nestled into Daddy’s lap again and let him hold me.

 

We stayed that way for a long time, me holding on while Daddy comforted me.  I knew I had a good Daddy who loved and cared for me, and made sure I learned right from wrong.

 

The end.