Chapter 1

HALEY

“I don’t care that it looks like Barbie planned this wedding! I love

pink, and my Daddy loves seeing me in pink, so everything will be pink!” I

half-shout into the phone, not wanting Daddy to hear me down the hall.

He’s wrapping up a few things with work, so he’ll be free for the next two

weeks and I don’t want to distract him. I can do this. I peek out the door to

make sure he didn’t hear me before closing it softly. It’s like the words I’ve

been saying to the wedding planner the last few months just don’t sink into

her thick skull.

“But pink on pink is…” She pauses for a moment like she’s searching

for the right word, but I cut her off because I don’t want to hear it.

“Pink on pink is what I’ll get.” I say through gritted teeth. “This is my

wedding, not yours, and I know what we want.” I have to hold myself back

from threatening to get William on the phone. This is my fight, and I’m

making this wedding perfect for us. I always need Daddy’s help, and I want

to show him I can make this day special for us and show him how much this

means to me.

A Christmas wedding covered in pink sounds perfect to me. Whoever

said Christmas has to be red and green didn’t see me coming. I can do

Christmas in pink if I want to. No, scratch that, I’m doing Christmas in pink

with a dash of silver sparkles. Period. Wedding planner or not.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she finally says, and I don’t respond. I just sit

silently with the phone to my ear because ‘seeing what she can do’ isn’t

going to cut it. I still have to get ready for dinner tonight, and I need her to

make things happen.

The silence stretches, but I just sit there, tapping my foot, waiting. I

look down, admiring my soft pink nail polish as I wait for her to speak

again. The silence grows thick before she finally cracks.

“It will be taken care of.

With that, I end the call, tossing my phone onto mine and Daddy’s bed.

It’s covered in pink pillows and sheets, but he doesn’t care. As long as I’m

happy. “Cheese and crackers,” I mutter, torn between wanting to crawl into

bed and pull the covers over my head and starting to get ready for dinner.

A little nap sounds yummy right now, but there probably isn't any time.

Maybe if I hurry and get ready, Daddy and I will have time to play together

before dinner.

I make my way over to the closet and pull out a white baby-doll dress,

not caring that it's freezing outside. Daddy loves me in dresses, and I want

to give him a sneak peek at what’s to come tomorrow.

This dress isn’t as fancy as the one I'm wearing tomorrow, but the

bottom puffs out and stops mid-thigh. The top hugs tight to my chest, with

lace covering up my cleavage. Daddy doesn't like when we go out and too

much of what’s his hangs out for others to see.

I discard my shirt and slip on the dress, ditching my underwear in the

process. I wonder if Daddy will make me put some on. I’m sure it won’t

take him long to notice I don’t have any on under my dress.

Sitting down at my vanity, I pull out a lace bow and tie it in my hair,

making sure the bow is just perfect before I put on a little make-up.

I can't believe that tomorrow I will become Daddy’s in every sense of

the word. I was made to be his, and now we get to celebrate that with

everyone.

Our relationship might not be the norm to others, but it’s ours and what

we both want. There had been a time when I’d thought I’d be too much for

William and that he would grow tired of me. But he only seems to want me

more and more every day. Even my quirks, which seem to annoy other

people, make his face light up. Instead of being agitated, he gives me a look

that tells me Daddy will be spanking me for my antics when we get home.

The thought makes me squirm in my chair.

I haven’t gotten a spanking in a few weeks, not since my friend Holly

threw that bachelorette party for me. It was just supposed to be dinner, then

on to some painting party class, but the painting class never happened. We ended up at some club that let in girls aged eighteen and up, and we spent

about twenty minutes dancing before I felt Daddy’s arms around me. He

threw me over his shoulder and stormed from the club. We barely made it in

the door before he had me naked and bent over the couch as he spanked my

ass. I could barely sit the next day. Worse, he flipped me over and waved

his cock in front of me not letting him touch him.

Bad girls didn’t get to have Daddy’s cock. He came all over my breasts,

then made me scoop his cum up and put it inside me. Because Daddy’s cum

is never wasted. He promptly put me in bed all needy for him. He didn’t let

me cum for three days! Each day he stripped me down while he worked his

own cock and spilled onto me. It was miserable not being able to touch him.

I’ll never not tell Daddy where I am again.

It was stupid and unfair of me to do that to him. I know he worries

about me and that I’m the most important thing to him. It was selfish of me

because of everything he does for me.

That’s why I want this wedding to be perfect. To show him how much

he means to me and that I only want to make him happy. My last spanking

wasn’t one that turned into sweet loving. It was pure discipline, and he

hasn't spanked me since, even when I pushed at being bratty a few times.

After putting on some cherry-pink lip gloss, I grab my purse and make

sure I have everything I need. I check my texts to make sure I don’t have

any new ones from the wedding planner and that everything is on track. I

grab the gift I made as a special surprise just for Daddy.

Let’s see if I can find myself a spanking.

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