Page 167 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Oh god. I swallowed thickly. This was straight out of the pages of one of my books, except it wasn’t. It was my real life. And a mouth soaping scene might be hot to read, but I was pretty sure the reality wouldn't measure up.
“Do you understand, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Another thing, that will apply more when we are home is a strict bedtime. My Little girl will not be staying up all night and sleeping past noon. Bedtime is 10 pm on weekdays.”
My mouth dropped open. I hadn’t had a bedtime since I was ten. But he was right, I often went to sleep right as the sun was rising and slept the day away, no matter how much I promised myself I wasn't going to do that. Having a bedtime was going to suck, but maybe having rules and a Daddy to keep me accountable was exactly what I’d been missing. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His appreciative tone combined with the way he kept finger-fucking my ass as he spoke had my legs parting wide, my pussy needy for him. I'd never felt like I did right now, and I couldn't have explained it if I tried.
“Is that all?” I whined, wiggling on his lap even though he’d already told me not to. I was chastened with two solid smacks to my sit spots that had me slamming my thighs together and rearing up as if I could get away from the pain.
“Not quite, little one. Another thing I do not accept from my babygirls is attitude. Disrespect, name calling, foot stomping… door slamming. All of those are a quick path to a hot bottom.”
“I… I’m not gonna do very good at that one," I admitted softly, hating that about myself and silently vowing to be better.
“Yeah, you'll probably have a permanent hot bottom for a while,” Cas agreed jovially. “Especially with this next rule.”
Crap.
“What's the next rule?” I whined.
“No cussing.”
I blinked. I hadn't been expecting that. Like at all. “Like no… f word?”
“Like no cuss words of any kind. Daddy’s babygirl is not allowed to cuss.”
Well, shit. This one rule might be the one that broke me. I cussed… a lot. It had started as a rebellion thing after my parents died and I just never stopped. Jared had never cared enough to say anything. Cas had, though. My cheeks flushed as I remembered all the times he’d told me to watch my mouth growing up. After I turned eighteen and it became clear I wasn't going to stop, his protests had turned to eyerolls and soft sighs.
“Struggling with that one, aren't you, babygirl?”
“Nope,” I answered with far too much cheer in my voice.
Cas wasn't buying it. “Well, those are my rules, effective immediately. I may choose to add more once we’re back home, but that's it for now.” Cas withdrew his finger and pulled me into a sitting position in his lap. “Think you can manage, babygirl?”
I wasn’t. Not really. Wincing and trying to keep the worry off my face, I answered. “Not really. Some of those things are gonna be really hard.”
“Yeah, they will be. But don't worry, Daddy’s got you.”
“You're sure you wont get sick of me?”
Cas grinned and pressed his forehead against mine. “It's more likely that you'll get sick of me.”
Chapter Ten
Polly
His words turned out to be prophetic. Having a full-time Daddy was exhausting. And I was bad at it. It felt like I was constantly getting warning looks and threats of punishment. That cocked eyebrow and the phrase, “Are you sure about that, little girl” became Daddy speak for just wait till we get to the hotel. Or an abandoned rest stop. Or a gas station with a family bathroom. I quickly learned Cas wasn’t picky, and had no qualms about finding the privacy to deliver a few well-placed swats.
And yeah, I was testing him a bit. I couldn't help myself and he was apparently up for the challenge.
But my getting sick of him wasn't the only thing he’d been right about. The sun rising over the canyon had been amazing to see, and sipping coffee with Cas on the back porch while we witnessed nature's spectacle had been pretty special.
The soreness in my ass was starting to subside too, or at least until Cas spanked me again. Every new swat reignited old pain and by the third time he’d stopped for that reason alone, I swore to stop pushing him and be a good girl. If I didn't, we’d never reach our destination.
But eventually we did. Horseshoe Bend was a quick hike despite the blistering heat, and thankfully there were so many people around my butt was safe.
