I watched Frank pack his things into suitcases. One was filled with just clothes and the other had almost an entire arsenal, there was even a gas mask in there.

"Alright, baby boy, I have to go now," he said.

"Bye bye, daddy, I'll miss you, I love you," I said.

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Thank you for being so good, I hate seeing you cry," he said.

I smiled sweetly, holding his hand as we walked outside. He put his bags into the trunk and sighed.

"I just have to call Pete and I'll be off," he said. "I love you, babydoll."

"I love you too," I said, giving him a kiss. "I'll go check on the pets."

Frank nodded, grabbing his phone as he walked off. I had already given the pets to Ray to take care of this morning, Frank just doesn't know that. I climbed into the trunk of his car, where I had already stashed a bag and covered myself with the blanket he kept back here.

"Yeah, I'm just leaving now," Frank said over the phone. "I just said my goodbyes with my baby and I'll probably get to the hotel around ten."

I heard him hang up before the trunk shut. The engine started and that's when I knew it was safe for me to come out from under the blanket. I pulled out my phone and saw it was about two in the afternoon. Eight hours?! Oh, I really should've thought this through.

I remembered I had brought some diapers with me, just in case I had some nightmares. I fumbled in the dark, putting on a diaper before pulling my skirt back on. I played some games on my phone for a bit before I grew bored of that.

I used my flashlight, grabbing my little sketchbook to draw. That task grew more difficult than expected due to the bumps and shakes of the car. I could hear muffled music playing along with Frank singing. I loved his voice so much even though Frank didn't.

After a while the engine cut off and I assumed Frank went in somewhere to use the bathroom. I laid there, curled up with the blanket as I yawned. It was so peaceful when Frank started driving again, the roads were so much smoother on the freeway. I used my diaper when I needed to, curling up as I slowly fell asleep.

"Gerard Arthur Iero!" A voice shouted.

I jumped awake, looking up at Frank. I whimpered, curling in on myself. He pulled me out of the trunk, not saying anything as he grabbed the bags. I followed behind slowly as Frank went to the desk, checking us in. We went up to the hotel room as he stayed silent.

"Strip," he ordered as soon as the door shut behind us.

I quickly did as he told, standing beside him as he sat on the couch. Frank pulled me down over his lap and I gasped. He landed a sharp spank on my ass and I cried out in pain.

"Count," he stated, spanking me again.

"O-one," I whimpered.

Frank spanked me again and I felt the sting.

"Two," I said.

He continued spanking me as I counted until we hit thirty and I was sobbing. Frank rubbed lotion into my skin, which helped the pain slightly.

"Brush your teeth and go to bed," he said.

I was still being punished? The spanking wasn't enough? I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag, brushing my teeth before I headed to the bedroom. I left the door open and curled up in bed. I didn't want to tell him I hadn't eaten but I didn't want to make him more upset.

Frank never came to bed. He stayed out there for a while watch I felt tv before he shut off the lights and slept on the pull out couch. I laid there for a while, wishing I had Casper, who was still in my bag out there by Frank. I curled up in bed, finally falling asleep.

I didn't wake up again until I heard voices outside. I looked through the doorway and saw Frank talking with what looked like someone who works here. Frank tipped him and I saw the fancy food cart.

"Come here, Gee," Frank said when the worker left.

I scrambled up quickly, ignoring the slight stinging as I hurried over.

"I told you that you had to stay home," he stated.

"I'm sowwy, daddy," I said, giving him puppy dog eyes. "I just couldn't let you go. I love you so much, daddy."

"Gerard, I don't want you getting hurt," he said.

"I won't," I promised. "I know how to fight now and everything."

"Well, it's too late now," he muttered. "Come on, I ordered breakfast."

We sat at the table and I ate happily. Frank had ordered me some orange juice and a big plate of pancakes, which were my favorite.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I love you," I said.

"I'm not going to say it's okay but you know I still love you more than anything," he said.

I smiled softly and nodded my head. We finished eating and he sighed.

"I can't leave you here alone," he said. "You're gonna have to come to lunch with me."

Frank looked at me, biting his lip.

"Actually, I could use you," he said. "Let's get you dressed up."

I frowned in confusion as he dug through my bag. He pulled out some clothes and smiled.

"We are going to dress you up to be as cute as a button," he said.

Frank got me dressed into the pastel pink tutu, the pink shirt with a pastel purple shirt that had a white Peter Pan collar and puffed sleeves. He put on my pink and white knee high striped socks and my jelly shoes. To top it all off, he put my hair into two little ponytails and put on a little homemade necklace made out of beads.

"While we're at lunch I need you to be as little as possible, okay?" He asked and I nodded, but I was still confused.

We grabbed our stuff and headed out the door. It took a while to get to the restaurant, I don't know why Frank would get a hotel somewhere so far away.

"Frank," a man said when we got out of the car. "Thought you might've bailed."

"No, just getting ready with my baby boy," Frank said.

The man smiled at me. We went inside and got a booth. Unfortunately, it was one of those curved ones and I was awkwardly stuck in between the man and Frank. I hugged Casper, sucking on my paci.

"You're just a cutie," the man remarked and I looked at Frank nervously.

"Say thank you, baby boy," Frank whispered.

"Th-thank you," I whimpered, pulling the paci from my mouth.

"This is Mr. Vincent," Frank said. "And this is my little baby Gee."

I leaned against Frank's side nervously as Mr. Vincent smiled at me.

"You remind me of one of my littles," he said. "She's a shy little cutie too."

Now I realized why frank dressed me up like this, he wanted to appeal to Mr. Vincent more. Well, I better be as little as possible then and make daddy happy so that way he wouldn't be mad at me for sneaking with him.

"Daddy, do they gots a coloring mat?" I asked in the softest voice I could possibly muster.

That's right, I'm pulling all the stops.

"I can ask, babydoll," he said.

The waitress came, a notepad in her hand.

"What can I get you three to drink today?" She asked.

"Water," Mr. Vincent said.

"I'll take a water and he wants a lemonade," Frank said.

I smiled at the fact he already knew what I wanted.

"And can we get one of those coloring mats?" Frank asked.

The lady nodded and walked off. I sucked on my paci, playing with Casper as they talked. The lady gave me a coloring mat and I smiled as I took the crayons and started coloring.

"Daddy, I'm gonna draw you a pretty picture," I said.

"Pick out what you want to eat first," he said.

I pouted but picked out my lunch. I drew a picture and held it up proudly.

"Good job, baby boy," frank praised.

"You're so cute," Mr. Vincent said, resting a hand on my knee.

Frank wrapped an arm around my waist and the older man chuckled, pulling his hand away.

"I know you've always been protective of your littles, Frank," Mr. Vincent said.

Has Frank done this before with Jamia?

"Yes, I am definitely protective of my husband," Frank said.

"Marriage, huh?" Mr. Vincent asked. "Well, you were always the family man so I guess I'm not surprised. I could never commit to something like that personally."

Frank nodded softly as the waitress came and we ordered our food.

"Daddy, Casper wants kissies," I said, holding up Casper.

Thankfully we were in a secluded booth in the corner so no one could really hear or see us. Frank gave Casper a kiss and I smiled.

"I love you," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

He smiled, running his fingers through my hair. The two of them talked while we ate and I kicked my feet happily.

"So, you'll send your business off to Pete?" Frank asked hopefully.

"Let's not settle this so soon," Mr. Vincent said. "You two should come to my house and we can talk business while this little cutie plays with my littles."

He twirled his finger around one of my pigtails and I whimpered, pressing myself close to Frank. I buried my face into his chest and Frank wrapped his arms around me.

"We'll have to talk to it to see if we have the time," Frank said.

"Well, you know my number, give me a call," he said.

Mr. Vincent left some money on the table before leaving.

"Daddy, do we have to go?" I asked.

"No, baby, you don't have to," he said.

I bit my lip as I nodded.

"I'll go," I said. "I-I want to. I'm a brave big boy."

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Does my brave little boy want an ice cream sundae?" He asked.

I gasped happily, nodding my head. Frank ordered a big sundae for me and I knew I had been good for him because I was getting a treat and he wasn't upset anymore.