My name is Isabella. Not so long ago, though it feels like a lifetime,

I was a college student floating through life with no real idea what I wanted

-- no ambitions or goals. Twenty years old, in my fourth semester, my major

still Undecided, I knew I was going nowhere fast. An only child born to

older parents, I had been pampered and coddled all my life. When they

were both killed in a car accident, I was left with but no one to take care of

me.

Until Daddy. He offered me protection. He offered me a life of

luxury. He offered me everything I’d ever dreamed of, including love and

acceptance. A life free of worry. But his offer came with a price.

Daddy told me he wanted me to be the little girl and pet to his

Daddy Dom, but not until I was ready. As I was to find out, that wasn’t all

he wanted of me. Soon, he’d demand so much more. Was I willing to give

what he demanded? Could I?

My first week in Daddy’s mansion was like a dream. I was grieving

hard and had trouble focusing on what he wanted, but he was patient. At

night, he held me while I wept. During the day he spoiled me beyond belief,

buying me anything I desired. “Anything to make my little princess smile.”

He bought me clothes -- a few cocktail dresses and sexy shoes, but

mostly he bought me cute frilly panties, adult onesies with my choice of

color and design, tight little shorts with sassy sayings across the ass, and

tiny T-shirts that showed off my tiny tits. My nipples are rather prominent,

especially when I’m aroused, and being near Daddy always made my pussy

cream, so I was always walking around with my nipples sticking out. At

first, it was uncomfortable, but Daddy always praised me for wearing what

he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful, princess. So fucking beautiful. I’m looking

forward to sucking those pouty little tits. When I do, I’ll make you scream.”

Daddy has a growly voice when he’s turned on. He never tried to hide his

cock from me either. When he was hot for me, his dick would stick out

proudly from his expensive slacks. He’d yet to show himself to me

completely naked, but I’d felt his cock snuggled against my ass more than

once as he held me.

Nighttime was the worst. The first night, I cried myself to sleep only

to wake up with Daddy wrapped around me, his cock nestled between my

cheeks, but doing nothing but drying my tears and petting me into

relaxation. After that, he always had me sleep with him. He moved all my

clothes into his room, but kept my toys and anything I didn’t need at night

in my room.

After the first week, I was feeling better. Daddy still hadn’t made a

move on me, but I knew he wanted to. Apparently he was looking for a

signal from me, so I wandered through the enormous walk-in closet to

select an appropriate outfit. There were so many to choose from! And all of

them were brand new. Chosen specifically for me.

One outfit caught my eye. A black top that said “Daddy’s Little

Kitten” written in white, with a black-and-pink plaid skirt, black-and-pinkstriped socks and pink combat boots. There was a black satin choker with a

pink bow and black thong panties that said “Kitten” on the front over my

mound. To top it off, there was a pair of barrettes with black furry kitten

ears to fasten on. In my blonde hair, they stood out beautifully. Just the

thought of Daddy seeing me like this made me long for his cock in all the

appropriate -- and inappropriate -- places.

I took a shower, taking care to shave every part of my body, wanting

to be smooth and silky for my Daddy. I took care with my hair and makeup,

ensuring the colors went well with the outfit. I painted my lips the same shade of pink as my skirt and lined my eyes similarly. My lashes were

extended and darkened, my brows expertly groomed and painted. My vivid

green eyes stood out starkly with the black mascara. The cute crop top hit

just above my belly button and the skirt just below. The narrow expanse of

skin seemed to beckon a man’s touch. Would it be enough for my new

Daddy to give in?

I slowly made my way down the stairs, taking my time to settle my

nerves. I wanted to show Daddy I was ready. If I was too nervous, he’d

never believe me.

Once I got to his study, I stood outside the door, fluffing my long

blonde hair, letting it settle over my shoulders, the purple-tipped strands

caressing my slight breasts where my hair draped over my shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, then stepped back, putting my

hands behind my back.

At first there was nothing, then the door opened, and I was greeted

by a man I didn’t know. His face held no expression. I could hear other men

in the background but not my Daddy. I knew this was his study, but was he

not here? “I apologize,” I whispered, trying not to sound as panicked as I

felt. “I must be in the wrong place.”

“No,” the man said, his face still not betraying his thoughts. “You’re

not. Mr. Blackstone, I believe you have a visitor.”

“Thank you, Victor.”

I nearly sagged in relief when I heard my Daddy’s voice.

“Everyone, this is Isabella. You will rarely see her, but when you do,

remember she’s taken, and she’s very special to me.”

All eyes were on me. Several looked me up and down, like they’d

either love to have their way with me or were disgusted by my mere

presence. Others just gave me a flat stare. All in all, there were twelve men

in the room, not counting Daddy. I’ve never felt so self-conscious in my life.

“Come to me, Isabella,” Daddy said.

I did, without hesitation. “I’m sorry, Da- Sir,” I whispered. “I didn’t

mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t, sweetheart. And you know I’m not your Sir,” he said

with a frown. “Say my name, Isabella.”

“I…” I wasn’t sure what he meant. Surely he didn’t want me to call

him Daddy in front of his guests.

When I hesitated, Daddy turned me around gently, held up my short

skirt, and placed three well aimed, hard smacks to my ass cheek. I gasped in

a sharp breath, shocked before a wave of scalding humiliation washed over

me.

“What do you call me, Isabella?” His tone was stern, and he didn’t

put my skirt down. Instead he gripped my hips, holding me still and facing

the group of men sitting at the table quietly watching our interaction.

“D-Daddy,” I replied softly.

“Good girl.” He gestured to the floor beside him. “On the floor close

to me. Get comfortable because once you settle, you’re not to move without

permission. Do you understand?”

I didn’t, but I’d follow his instructions to the letter. My bottom stung

from the earlier correction, and I wasn’t sure how to feel. I thought I might

want to cry. I’d come to Daddy to let him know I was ready to move

forward and gotten more than I’d bargained for. When I didn’t immediately

answer, Daddy gave me three more swats, harder this time. I couldn’t help

but cry out and stumble forward. My hands landed hard on the desk, but

Daddy steadied me before once again gripping my hips with my skirt still

above my ass.

“When I ask a question I expect an immediate answer, Isabella. Do

you understand your instructions?”

“Yes.”

Unexpectedly, he spanked me again. Three more smacks to my ass.

These were the hardest yet. Every eye in the room seemed to bore into me,

witnesses to my humiliation.

“Yes, what?” he asked. His voice held no inflection. He didn’t sound

angry or irritated. In fact, I suspected he’d anticipated this exact scenario.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped.

“Good girl,” he said, lowering my skirt. “That’s a very good girl.”

I sighed in relief, and several of the men around the table chucked,

including my Daddy. I wanted to glare at them but didn’t dare.

“Get little Isabella a pillow, Victor. I don’t want my new pet to be

uncomfortable.”

I gasped. Pet? But I thought I was his little girl. I looked up at him,

wanting to ask, but not daring. He raised an eyebrow with a slight grin as if

to say, “Problem?”

I immediately lowered my gaze, but Daddy caught my chin and

lifted my face to his. “It’s OK, princess. I just need you to understand what I

expect from you. You’re fine. Trust me to protect you.” He placed a soft

kiss on my lips. “This is about my pleasure and what I want, but I’ll never

abuse you, and I promise I’ll always give you pleasure. All you have to do

is be what I tell you to be.”

I nodded and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy smiled, then positioned the pillow under the table and

between his spread legs. “If you need my attention you are to place your

head in my lap. While you’re my pet, your name is Kitten. You will still call

me Daddy, do you understand, Kitten?” I was sure he repeated my name to

emphasize it for me.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Take your place, Kitten.”

I did, curling up on the plush red pillow. It was large and velvet soft.

Had I been an actual kitten I would have purred. I accidentally let out a soft

moan of pleasure as I laid my head down. I was against Daddy’s calf, but he

didn’t move. I took it as a sign he didn’t mind my touch.

With me out of the way, the meeting continued. I didn’t pay

attention to anything but Daddy’s voice. It was gravelly but pleasing. I

loved to listen to him, especially when he praised me. His voice sent shivers

through me. Now, with my hot bottom and knowing how that voice sounded

when he got stern, that voice made my pussy clench. I wondered what it

would be like to hear him scold me for being naughty. What it would sound

like if he commanded me to come for him. I squeezed my legs together to

get friction on my clit at the thought. I rolled my hips slightly, needing to

have Daddy’s hands on me.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Daddy said.

Uh oh. His voice sounded irritated. Why?

“You’ll have to forgive me. My pet is new and is still not sure how

to behave.”

“Better to correct naughtiness as it happens,” Victor said.

“Otherwise pets become confused.”

Daddy rolled his chair back and gave me a hard look. “Up, Kitten,”

he said softly. I hesitated, but one look from him had me scrambling to my

feet. He held my arm and turned me around to face the group at the table

again, pulling my skirt up and tucking the hem into the waistband. He

pressed me forward so I was bent over the table. My breath hitched, then I

started to hyperventilate. “What were your instructions when I told you to

sit, Kitten?”

I thought for a moment, and it cost me. Daddy smacked my ass.

Hard. I yelped, but it definitely jogged my memory.

“I wasn’t supposed to move once I settled,” I said in a rush. “I was to place my head in your lap if I needed something.”