Little Packages Ch. 07

"You've been using larger plugs?" I asked. "For how long? Why?"

She didn't say anything, content to rub her face on my chest a bit. I didn't push because this was something she'd been doing for a while and for a reason.

"Back at Christmas, when we were in Montreal and in that store with Rachelle...we talked a lot. She's sexy and charming so she was very persuasive. But one of the areas I wasn't interested in was when she showed me anal plugs," she said. Then Kitten adjusted and looked at me.

"Daddy, you have to understand how many guys wanted to fuck me in the ass growing up," she said, and it was so blunt and straightforward that I couldn't help but crack up laughing.

After I caught my breath and stopped laughing, she was giving me a very pouty look, and I apologized, although I think she knew it was the way she said that I found funny, not that she had to deal with that growing up.

"Anyway...it was this whole thing guys had, and most of them were so sleazy about it, or tried to be sneaky about it...like that was the kind of thing I wouldn't notice. So anything to do with my ass became a turn-off.

"But when I explained that, she laughed and said I was dealing with immature boys - never mind some were older - but now I had a daddy taking care of me. And that he would respect and care for me. And that I was depriving myself of a source of pleasure. And then lowered her skirt and showed me she was wearing one."

"Get out!" I said.

"I know!" she replied. "I was so shocked. Here's this amazing woman flashing me her ass, and showing me she was wearing a plug. After that, it became kind of hazy. I was just going to buy one, but she told me to get a set that got larger so, if I wanted, I would be ready for you."

"Kitten..." I started, but she put her hand up.

"Daddy, I still didn't think anything was going to happen, but we were spending your money, so I thought 'why not?'. But that night at the hotel with the tail plug was amazing. Then I wore it a few more times and every time I did we had so much fun and not once did you ever suggest taking out the plug and fucking my ass.

"So when I moved in at the end of April, I started playing with the next size plug. I never told you about it because I was mostly just curious and I didn't want to make a thing out of it. I'd wear it for a bit, then take it out when it got uncomfortable. But as the summer progressed, I grew to like it. I moved up to the next size a few weeks ago. I guess I like having something in my ass, Daddy," she said.

Jesus Christ. Wow.

"So I thought maybe for your birthday we might like to try. What do you think?" she asked, looking very nervous about how I would react.

"I'm honestly not sure if you mainlined Viagra into my bloodstream I could get hard again right now, Kitten," I said.

She giggled and then stood up. I could see my cum running down the inside of her thigh. She noticed and moved towards the pool to do a quick clean.

"Silly Daddy. Tonight, after supper. I thought of getting a chance to get at this might inspire you," she said, wiggling her ass with the tail swaying behind her.

My girlfriend was a crazy woman and she was going to give me a heart attack. That was a hell of an enticement she was offering. Of course, I'd thought about it, but I was pretty sure she'd had bad experiences when she was younger so I was never going to make a big deal out of it. She wore the tails and had fun with them. That was more than enough for me.

Now I was watching Kitten in the water doing a small wash when I felt a twitch in my cock, so maybe getting hard a third time this evening wasn't impossible. I glanced at my watch and noticed the time. As much as I hated it, we should probably get going soon. Kitten noticed me glancing at my watch and sighed.

"Time to go?" she pouted.

"I'm sure you're going to want a proper shower or bath and not just a quick rinse in the pool," I said, and I could see the logic of it seeping into her.

"And my hair is a rat's nest," she said, sighing and holding up a few knotted strands in her hair.

We started collecting our things and she picked up her bikini to put it on. I stopped her.

"I won't if you won't," I said, challenging her.

She looked delighted. She loved being naked, so having me join her was a small victory, even if it was on my property.

"Deal, Daddy," she said, and we began to make out way up the hill and back towards the house. For some reason, looking at her magnificent ass in front of me with the tail swaying back in forth in front of me, a thought hit me.

"What happened to the third person by the way? It disappeared after the spanking," I said.

She looked back and smiled.

"Oh, Kitten is lurking about Daddy. If you're good tonight, she might even make a reappearance."

***

My princess was staring into the distance, taking in the view, and I couldn't help but stare at her and enjoy my view as well.

She was wearing a little black dress and hadn't been subtle about letting me know she wasn't wearing underwear. She was wearing sandals with straps that ran up to her knees. She also had a pair of cat ears perched on her head, which got a few looks, but nothing serious. She'd taken off the furry portion of the tail with regret, but she had the plug back in her ass.

Between the spanking and the plug, she wasn't sitting comfortably, but she was squirming adorably and enticingly.

She'd booked supper at a local restaurant we liked going to. Normally we went earlier in the week to avoid tourist hordes, but my birthday being on a Thursday, there was no getting around the fact the place was busy. Somehow, Kitten managed to get our usual table on the deck facing the water. The food was pretty good, but the wait staff was amazing and they loved us. So little things would occasionally get snuck out for us to try. We had one waitress, Sonja, who flirted with both of us. I never took wait staff flirting seriously figuring they were hustling for tips, which I respect, but Kitten suspected there was more than that.

"I'm surprised she hasn't left her phone number," she said earlier. "But maybe she knows I'm not sharing you at the moment."

I really didn't have any interest in waitresses. I loved watching my Kitten. Not just because she was beautiful, which she was no matter how much she downplayed it. Looking at her made me calm.

"You need to stop staring at me like that," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I have plans for this evening that do not involve me dragging you into the bathroom," she said.

I laughed, stopped staring at her and took in the view.

"This has been a great day, Kitten. You've done an amazing job with everything. Thank you," I said.

She was quiet for a moment.

"Do you wish it was like this all the time? That I was here all the time?"

If I wasn't so relaxed I would have heard the alarm bells going off in the back of my head. Instead, I assumed it was an early manifestation of her sulking anytime she had to leave me to go back to Montreal. During the school year, it started Sunday morning. With classes about a month away, I thought this was the beginning of what was going to be a very sulky month.

"Of course, Kitten. I'd love to have you here all the time. But the school year won't be so bad. You adjusted your courses so you're at school four days a week, the other three you're here with me. It's not what I'd prefer, but it's not a bad arrangement," I said.

She looked like she was about to say more when I heard the first bars of "Happy birthday to you..." begin. I put my face in my hands as everyone else in the restaurant joined in. I lifted my face back up to see Kitten grinning like a lunatic and recording everything with her phone. Sonja and several other members of the wait staff decided to come out and join in. A nice piece of cheesecake was placed in front of me with a candle on it.

"She wouldn't tell us how old you were, so we couldn't put all the candles out," she said.

"Thank God. I'd hate for you to close for breaking the fire code," I said.

"Oh, you're not that old," she said. Yup. Flirting. I blew out the candle.

"Well, I hope you get your wish," she said. I looked at Kitten.

"Well, after some suitable punishment for not listening to me when I said I didn't want a big deal made of my birthday, I'm sure I will," I said.

Kitten faked a 'who me?' innocent look and Sonya looked intrigued but said no more. I was about to start telling Kitten the nature of her punishment when one of the other waiters stepped forward with a large box.

"This was dropped off her today with instructions to give it to you during dessert. Which I guess is now," she said.

I took the wrapped box which was about a foot wide and about three feet long. It wasn't that heavy and it felt like there was lots of packaging inside to keep me from guessing. I could tell the waiters were curious but moved away to watch from a discreet distance.

"When, exactly, did you have time to drop this off here today? You have a teleporter I don't know about?" I asked.

She grinned. "Ahmed very kindly offered to drop it off today. We've been working on it for weeks."

I tore into the box, wondering what they had been up to. I didn't think she'd get me another costume like she did at Christmas, but wasn't sure what else the two of them could have been working on. Once I got the packaging open, I saw what it was. I glanced back at her and she looked nervous. That's when I pulled out a new walking cane.

It was a stunning cane. They're tricky beasts to buy and I made my share of mistakes when I realized I had to use one. I was determined not to buy some boring old man cane so I got one with a flashy silver handle, carved with some geek things I liked. It looked cool.

It was completely unusable. I could walk with it for short bursts, but as soon as I had to lean on it hard or use it nonstop for hours it hurt my hand. I ended up caving and buying a very practical cane. Boring, but at least I could use it and the damn thing wouldn't hurt me.

This was a thing of beauty, but it was also something designed to be used. It was made from ebony wood as best I could tell, and the handle was ergonomically designed to fit in my hand. I could tell just from gripping it that it would fit perfectly. If I didn't know better I'd swear they took a cast of my hand or something, Still, there was some flash to the handle design, so it wasn't boring. There was also a ring of silver with elaborate Celtic knotwork put in it.

"You and Ahmed made this?" I said, examining the cane. "It's stunning. Forget cosplay, you guys should go into the cane business."

Kitten was overjoyed with my reaction.

"I suggested that, but considering how long we fussed over it, I don't think it's practical financially," she said. "But there's one thing you've missed. There's a little button in the knotwork. Press it and twist the handle. But don't pull on it too hard after you do."

I felt around and there was a tiny button there. I pushed it and heard a small click. Then I twisted the handle and gently pulled it up. Sure enough, a thin metal blade came up from inside the cane. I reached down to touch the blade. My fingers came back quickly. The blade was sharp.

"Jesus, Kitten," I said.

"We researched all kinds of canes, and Ahmed was dying to try one with a blade in it. I think he got carried away sharpening it. He recommends not using it if you know you're going through a metal detector," she said.

I clicked the blade back into the cane. There would be plenty of time to examine it when not at a busy restaurant. I gestured at her to come closer. She smiled and got up from her side of the table and sat in my lap. She leaned down and kissed me.

I could feel the waves of annoyance from several tables. I knew the age difference was drawing some extra looks, but it was the public display of affection aggravating people now. A few years ago I might have been one of them, but now I didn't care.

"I did good, Daddy?" she said quietly.

"You find new ways to be amazing, Kitten. I love it. I love you," I said.

I thought her smile would split her face.

Later, on the drive home I was thinking that, yeah, I think I could probably get hard again and if Kitten was serious about anal sex we could at least try, but she needed to be aware that it might not work. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts and planning, that I didn't notice she had gone quiet in the car.

"Daddy," she said, hesitantly. "Remember when you said you'd love to have me here all the time?"

"Uh-huh," I said, still distracted.

"What if I told you I had a way to make that happen?"

That undistracted me in a hurry.

"What do you mean, princess?"

"I got a job offer at the comic con last weekend. I can work full-time if I want," she said.

I glanced over. She looked nervous, but also a little excited.

"I thought you said it was a smallish comic con and there wouldn't be any production companies in attendance?" I said.

"There wasn't. Michelle made the offer. They want me to go and work full-time with them."

I'd been smiling pretty much from the moment I woke up this morning. Saying this birthday was better than the previous two was a low bar to clear, but I didn't expect to be this happy, all day long. But Kitten had managed it. But now I found myself in that weird moment where there was still a smile on my face from my happiness a few minutes ago, now it was kind of frozen there, with the joy behind it taking a few steps back.

"Is that what you want?" I said. It wasn't the right answer as her face dropped.

"Isn't that what you want? For us both to be together from now on. No more distance keeping us apart? We can start moving forward in our relationship."

Well. It has been some time since I last had an unexploded bomb like this drop into my lap. I knew saying the wrong thing would be very, very bad. If I wasn't driving, maybe I could handle the situation with some caution. But I was driving.

In the wake of the accident, people underestimated how hard it was for me to get behind the wheel again. It wasn't just the physical discomfort of my knee if I drove for too long. I was often terrified another accident was going to happen. Never mind the road we were on was lined with trees; part of my brain was on the lookout for a Mercedes that was going to come flying out of the woods, slam into the side of the car, and kill my girlfriend.

So it was a distraction. I'd been managing and I was a much more cautious driver these days. But your girlfriend saying she wants to drop out of school, and then strongly hint she'd like to get married and have kids...it's distracting.

"Kitten, I don't understand why you would want to do this now. Montreal is only a couple of hours away, we're still going to see each other three days a week. I think dropping out of school is a drastic step," I said.

The pout was getting deeper. Shit.

"I thought you wanted to be with me, Daddy. This is a chance for that. There are no guarantees after school I'll get a job, or that this one will still be here. I can start working for them now without having to spend two more years in Montreal and apart from each other. I thought you'd be happy," she said.

Kitten could be a bit crafty because she knew she could get away with it with me. I was pretty helpless when she flashed those eyes at me or pouted or any of a half-dozen other things she could do. But she was never seriously manipulative. This is why I was giving her the benefit of the doubt on this. But trying to convince me it was a good idea to drop out of school, on my birthday, after loads of sex, with the promise of more when we got home?

It's a good thing I knew, in my heart, she wasn't that manipulative.

"I want to be with you, and it's your choice. But I do not agree with it. School is too important to just throw away."

"You said some of the biggest idiots you know have university degrees," she said.

"Yes, and I know plenty of idiots without them. I will also point out I have a Master's degree, Michelle has a Master's in Business Administration and Ahmed has a business and fine arts degree. We achieved what we have because we worked hard, studied hard, and took advantage of the connections you get when you're at school.

"There's no way you can tell me you've learned everything there is to learn in your program right now. You struggled at first, but I know you loved your last semester. I know you want to be with me all the time and I swear to you I want that as well. But throwing away your education because you're impatient to start your life with me is foolish," I said.

That came out much harsher than I wanted, but I was so frustrated with her right now, for bringing this up in a car on my birthday, and for thinking this was a good idea. And I could cheerfully murder Michelle and Ahmed for putting the idea in her head to begin with.

Kitten didn't say another word. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window. She didn't say a word for the rest of the ride home. Once we pulled up to the house, she was out of the car and into the house before I could manage to wrangle my way out of the driver's seat. She slammed the door behind her. I glanced into the back seat and saw my birthday gift there and sighed.

I had been having an all-time great birthday.

***

I woke up early the next morning. Normally Kitten was curled into my body or had a hand gently touching me, just needing the reassurance I was there. I always found it adorable.

This morning she wasn't in bed.

Last night she had gone into her workroom and I could hear her crying through the door. I knocked and asked if I could come in. I wanted to apologize and hopefully talk things through, but I got a very firm "I don't want to talk to you right now."

It froze my heart to hear those words. I wanted to open the door anyway, but I respected she wanted to be alone. I went into my den and tried to read. After midnight I went to bed. I tried to stay up and wait for her but drifted off.

But now she wasn't here. Concerned, I got out of bed, not bothering to put on clothes, grabbed my cane, and went over to her workroom. I was hoping she passed out on her little couch, but there was no sign of her. I moved quickly to the spare bedroom, opened the door, and found her asleep. I leaned against the doorframe and let out a breath I had been holding for longer than I knew.

I had sudden visions of her waiting until I fell asleep, grabbing some of her clothes, calling a cab and leaving. Never mind there were no cabs out here. Or maybe she would have hitchhiked...

I stopped myself. She was in bed. She was safe. I needed to stop freaking out over things that never happened except in my imagination. I went over to her side of the bed and could see she had cried herself to sleep. I felt my heart crack a little more.

Then something stepped into that crack.

Next thing I knew I was in the car. I wasn't entirely sure how I got into the car, but I noticed I'd at least taken the time to get dressed. I had a recollection of leaving a note by Kitten's bedside table telling her I had to run out and I'd be back hopefully before she read this. And that I loved her.

That was good. I was glad Past Me did that. I'd have hated her waking up to an empty house.

The sensible thing, even now, was to turn around, head home, make breakfast for her and talk things out more calmly in the light of day. Or I could continue into Kingston, hit the bakery we like, buy her all the bread as a way of apologizing, and then head back.

But I was angry. Furious. I hadn't been this way since before I met Kitten. So I was going to visit someone who I could get angry with it. Someone who deserved it.

Which is how I found myself pulling into Michelle and Ahmed's driveway. I was getting out of the car, still telling myself this was pretty stupid when I noticed I had grabbed my old cane and not the new one with the sword. Well done again, Past Me.