Page 169 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I offered my hand and she jumped down from the truck, then looked around the parking lot. “McDonalds?” That’s where you’re taking me for dinner?” She couldn’t keep the disdain out of her tone.
“Golden Arches, baby. I’ve been driving all day, and that’s what I want.”
“Ugh fine.” She pouted. “I swear you have the palate of a five-year-old.”
I chuckled and popped her butt as she started to walk across the parking lot.
She stopped short and whirled around to glare at me. “What was that for?”
I held up one finger. “One, don’t insult Daddy.” I held up another. “Two, get back here and walk with me.”
I expected sass, given her grumpy, sleepy state and even wondered if they had a family bathroom at the McDonalds, but instead of being sassy, she smiled, held back until I caught up and placed her hand in mine. “Sorry,” she whispered.
My Daddy heart grew two sizes. Sometimes, this thing between us still felt temporary, like we were playing, like it had an expiration date. I had to remind myself of the progress we’d made, and where we stood now. But in that moment, it felt real.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
Polly’s cheeks flushed as she looked up at me. “I… like it when you call me a good girl.”
And I liked making her happy, almost as much as I liked making her squeal. “Good. Girl,” I repeated, emphasizing each word. “Don’t complain and maybe I’ll show you what happens to good girls tonight, instead of showing you what bad girls get.”
Polly’s mouth dropped open, and lust glazed her eyes. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed, hard. “Maybe I like what bad girls get,” she finally said.
I bit back a smirk as we reached the restaurant doors, pulling them open and ushering her in with a hand on her back. I leaned in close to whisper “That's because you haven’t seen what good girls get.”
That shut up her sass, just like I knew it would. She turned to me with wider eyes than I’d ever seen. Her lips parted and her tongue darted between them.
“What do good girls get?” she whispered, her voice awe-struck.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you be a good girl and find out?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Polly
As it turned out, I found out after a fast-food dinner and two hours of hiking, a million photos and six threats of a spanking later, good girls, or at least kind of almost good girls, get the same thing as bad girls. It just hurts less and feels good.
That night in our crappy hotel room, Cas introduced me to the wonders of erotic spanking. Instead of an evil brush, he used his hand, and the delicious slaps against my tender skin were delightful. Even better was when he would pause to slip his hands between my legs, dip a finger between my soft folds and tease my clit.
“Oh god,” I moaned, gyrating against his touch. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Does it make you want to try harder to be good?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” I teased, not even caring when my sass was rewarded with a hard smack across my bottom.
“Really, baby girl?” Cas’ voice was hard, but there was a hint of a smirk in it.
“Maybe I need more convincing?” Laying across his lap, I wiggled just enough to put my arm between us and grab hold of his cock.
“Ohhh, baby.” He moaned, but batted my hand away. “Daddy is making you feel good right now. It’s your turn. You can make Daddy feel good later.”
I sighed deeply, like I was put off by his denial, but the truth was, I found it incredibly sexy that he just wanted to focus on me.
And when I wasn’t in trouble… a spanking really was enjoyable. But who was I kidding? There was a part of me that enjoyed it either way.
Still a punishment was a different kind of enjoyment, more like a cleansing, humiliating, oh my god, why do I like this kind, and this was sensual. This was Cas trying to make sure I felt good. The smacks were stingy, yet luxurious, and he would pause between them to play with me, stroking the folds of my soaking wet pussy as he whispered sweet nothings about what a good girl I was.
And just when I thought I would come from his hand and his fingers alone, he flipped me over, got out from under me and off the bed, grabbed my legs and scooched me until my ass was even with the edge of the mattress. He knelt down in front of me.
