Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,52
me? Ask away.”
She clasped and unclasped her hands, the couch shifting as she rubbed them against her blanketed thighs. “Daddy, I want you to give me the spanking I’m supposed to ask for, but I want you to do it not like you’d spank me when we’ve only known each other this long. I-I-I want you to spank me like we’ve been together forever, and I really deserve it. Because I do. I’m sorry I didn’t text you when I should have. I’m sorry I didn’t do what you told me to do. I’m sorry I left the money on the table instead of telling you how I felt. You keep saying I won’t like what you’re going to do, and that’s okay, but I don’t want to leave here in the morning not knowing what real punishment from you will feel like, and then have to live like that for three weeks. It’ll drive me crazy.”
“You want me to treat you as if you’ve been my baby girl forever?”
She nodded.
“And you want me to do this when you already know I’m going to use the ginger plug and my belt on your bottom?”
Her fingers were fidgeting with the blanket again, even as she hiked her chin at him and shakily declared, “I’m a big girl, Daddy. I can take it.”
He got up out of his sleeping bag, reached down through the darkness of the living room, and took her by the hand. “Come on, young lady. We’re going out to the garage.”
He led her through the dark from the living room to the kitchen, excitement and pride beating in his chest in equal measures. He turned the stove light on, giving them both enough light to see the way out and for her to watch while he took a length of ginger root from his fridge.
“Take off your skirt and panties and leave them on a kitchen chair. You can keep your blouse on until we get out there, but then you’ll take that off too. When you’re ready, wait for me by the back door.” Choosing the largest knob of the root, he cut it from the rest, deftly peeled and notched the base, creating a good ring for her naughty bottom to hold on to through the worst of stinging and burning, all the way until he was done striping his belt across her bottom. She wanted to know what a real punishment from him would be like? He already knew he was going to temper what he gave her because they hadn’t known one another for forever, and he didn’t know where her limits were yet. But he was confident that he could give her what she’d asked for, satisfy her curiosity, so to speak, and put her fear of the unknown to rest.
He could hear her getting undressed as he worked and the urge to steal a peek, to watch her long limbs as she stripped out of her skirt and underwear, pulled at him. He went to the table to fetch the bottle of lubricant, and when he was ready, he finally raised his head to find her waiting anxiously at the door. The hem of her blouse didn’t come down far enough to cover her pussy. That she was more than aware of that was clear in the way she’d folded her hands together, hiding it from him behind nervous palms.
“After you,” he said, strolling to join her at the door.
She looked at the root, then him, and then turned around. Her fingers fumbled with the lock before it turned, and she led the way out to his work office. The air out here was slightly cooler than inside the house. Thankfully, winter was over, or this would add another degree of discomfort that was already chasing goosebumps up the backs of her thighs and across the mostly pale surface of her naked bottom.
Reaching around her, he flicked on the light, and as soon as they were both down the single step onto the concrete floor, he closed the door behind them.
“This way,” he told her, taking the lead. Her whisper-soft footsteps followed him out of his office, only pausing when he told her to close that door too, before trailing him along the back wall, away from the disassembled car in his work stall, along the heavy-duty industry shelves stacked with both old and new car parts, to the very back where he had a secondary desk. It used to be his,