Since I picked out an outfit for daddy that one time when we were going to the mall, then it's only fair for him to pick out an outfit for me too this time. He laid out an orange pleated skirt with a pink shirt and yellow ankle socks with frillys on it.

"Daddy, that doesn't match," I complained.

"I think it looks cute," Frank said.

"But it looks like Dora's outfit," I pointed out. "The pink shirt, orange bottoms and frilly yellow socks."

Frank stared at it for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

"I recreated Dora's outfit," he choked out in between laughs.

I giggled, picking up the skirt.

"I'll wear it, but not this," I stated. "This doesn't match, I need to look my best."

"Baby, you always look your best," Frank said.

I scrunched up my nose, tossing the skirt aside and grabbing a white one instead. We headed out to the car to go to the mall, which was seriously one of my favorite places ever. I just love buying new things.

"Let's first go to Pink and see Lindsey, and then we can go to the other store with the stuffies and pacis and then we can get ice cream," I listed. "Can we pretty please get ice cream, daddy?"

"If you be good then you can have ice cream," Frank compromised. "But only after you eat lunch."

I smiled, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe in return later you can give me that kiss somewhere else," Frank said, giving me a wink.

I blushed, shaking my head. "Naughty daddy!"

Frank laughed, a hand reaching out and holding mine.

"So, I need to talk to you about something," he said seriously.

My stomach dropped from the seriousness of his voice.

"Is it a bad something?" I asked.

"Sadly, yes it is," Frank said.

"Then it can wait," I decided.

"For how long?" Frank asked.

"Forever and ever," I stated.

"Gee, daddy needs to go to an important meeting for work tonight," he said anyways. "I'll be gone for a couple hours so I need you to be a big boy and stay home alone for a little bit, okay?"

"When?" I asked sadly.

"I'm not sure exactly but you'll need to eat dinner yourself and put yourself to bed," Frank said.

I pouted, crossing my arms and looking out the window.

"Don't be like that, baby," he said softly, placing a comforting hand on my thigh.

"Can I go with you, daddy?" I asked.

"It'll be past your bedtime," Frank replied.

"But--"

"Gee," Frank warned. "I need you to be good."

"Okay, daddy," I muttered.

"And maybe I'll bring you home a reward," Frank offered.

My eyes lit up as I looked at him happily.

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"Only if you be good," he stated.

"I'll be so good, daddy, the best little boy ever!" I exclaimed.

Frank smiled, squeezing my thigh gently before removing it to pull into a parking space. We got out and walked in, immediately going to my favorite store. I expected to see my black haired friend but was instead met with bright orange hair. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the women behind the counter.

"Hi, tell me if you need anything, i'm Hayley," she greeted.

"W-where's Lindsey?" I asked Frank, tugging on his sleeve. "I-is she hurt? Where'd she go? She's always here. Why isn't she here?"

Hayley must've overheard because she said, "Lindsey doesn't work today, she's perfectly fine though."

I sighed in relief, looking through the racks of clothes with Frank tailing behind me.

"You can get two things," Frank said.

"Two things from this store or two things in the whole mall?" I asked.

"The mall," Frank clarified.

My eyes went wide slightly as I looked at him.

"But usually you let me get more," I said.

"I told you two things," he said sternly.

I nodded, looking at the different clothes and spotting a light blue dress that caught my eye.

"I want this!" I chose.

Frank looked at the price tag and bit his lip. He seemed to be thinking about it before he sighed and nodded his head. I squealed, giving him a kiss and pulling it off the rack. We took it up to the register and Frank paid for it. We went out to the other store that I wanted to go to.

"Can I have a new paci?" I asked.

"Yeah, pick one out," he agreed.

They were mostly boring, being plain colors or just having cute little designs on them, but I immediately fell in love with one of them. It was pick and white and bedazzled and had a crown on it.

I held it out and Frank smiled.

"Perfect for my beautiful princess," Frank said. "Let's pay for it."

He took it from my hand and glanced at the price tag before frowning slightly. We went up and paid for it.

"You two have a daughter?" The lady at the register asked as she rang it up.

I felt myself begin to worry and Frank squeezed my hand.

"Not exactly," Frank replied.

The woman looked at us for a moment in confusion before taking the money from Frank. We walked out of the door and to a place to eat lunch. We ate quickly and got our ice cream from the ice cream shop.

"Can we eat it outside?" I asked.

Frank nodded and we headed out near the little pond they had. It was comfortably silent between us, the two of us just watching the pretty scenery as we ate our ice cream. We sat on the bench when Frank seemed to remember something.

"Shit, I forgot napkins," he muttered. "Stay right here, okay? Don't move."

I nodded and he got up, quickly walking back inside. A little duck waddling by, quacking as it waddled forward. I awed, following it in admiration, reaching out my free hand that wasn't sticky from my ice cream to pet it.

"Come here little ducky," I cooed. "Gee wants to pet you."

I giggled, following the duck as he waddled faster.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," I said. "I just wanna touch you."

I laughed as it started swimming into the pond, ducking its head under the water every now and then.

"Gee!" Frank shouted.

I turned and saw that I had gone quite a ways away from the bench. He had dropped his partially eaten cone as he looked around for me frantically. I hurried back over and when Frank saw me he immediately pulled me into a tight hug. After the affection was gone, he pulled back and looked at me sternly.

"I told you not to move," Frank scolded. "This is the fourth time you've wandered off without me, I think you need a punishment now."

He wiped off my hands and mouth with the napkins then led me back over to his car. I sat in the passenger seat, slightly in fear of what my punishment could be. But I don't really understand why daddy gets so mad? It's really not that big of a deal.

We parked in the driveway and Frank went over to the couch and patted his lap. I bit my lip, slightly intrigued now as I bent over it. He lifted my skirt up and pushed my panties down around my ankles.

"You don't have to count this time, Princess, I don't know how many I'm going to give you yet," Frank stated.

I nodded, biting my lip as I laid in anticipation. A hand came down on my ass, making me stifle a moan. It came down twice more, making my hips jerk. I could feel heat forming in my stomach. A small whimper left my lip as he spanked me again.

"Three more," Frank stated.

His hand came down twice again. I gasped for the last one, whimpering and burying my face in my hands. His hand rubbed my bum, squeezing it gently and making me moan. He sat me up so I straddled his lap.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Frank asked.

I nodded. "Don't walk off when daddy tells me not to."

"Good boy," Frank praised, kissing my forehead. "You want help with this?"

I nodded eagerly. His hand wrapped around my erection and I whimpered, my forehead resting against his shoulder as his hand began to move. I was letting out gasps, breathy moans, and needy whines. The building up in my tummy was beginning to be too much as his hand moved faster.

"Daddy," I whimpered.

"Come on, Princess, come for daddy," Frank urged.

His thumb ran over the slit and made me shudder. Once Frank's lips were attached to my neck then I lost it as I came in his hand. I was breathing heavily as Frank reached over and grabbed a tissue to wipe his hand off. 

"Daddy, I'm a little bit confused on something," I said after a moment of him just holding me in his arms.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Frank asked.

I pulled back from his shoulder to look him in the eye.

"Why do you always get so upset when I walk off, even if it's not far?" I asked.

Frank was silent for a moment.

"I should go get ready," Frank said.

"But--"

Frank cut me off when he kissed my forehead and pulled me off his lap so he could stand up. I watched him walk out of the room, hearing his footsteps walk up the stairs. He's hiding something, I can tell. Twenty minutes later and he was walking downstairs in black slacks, a white button up, and a black tie.

"I'm going to make you dinner now," Frank said.

I pouted, crossing my arms. He just walked into the kitchen to begin cooking. I followed, slumping down in one of the stools. Frank was standing over the stove, making macaroni and cheese for me.

"Daddy," I whined. "Why won't you tell me?"

"While I'm gone you can have either milk or water, no juice after seven, we don't need you having so much sugar before bed," he evaded. "Make sure you brush your teeth and I want you in bed by ten, okay?"

"Yes, daddy," I sighed.

He finished making the food and turned the stove off.

"Pour yourself a bowl of this when you get hungry," he said.

He walked over, giving me a small kiss on the forehead.

"No answering the door while I'm out," he said. "I'll be home as soon as I can, I love you."

"I love you too," I repeated with a little bit less enthusiasm.

Frank walked out the door and I heard his car start up and drive away. He still isn't telling me something...