Page 161 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Polly sat up and pouted. “I did. I’m just tired. And hungry.” She lifted her arm and made a face. “And stinky. Ugh. Dibs on the shower.”
I’d wanted Polly in her bigger headspace during the day, and for the most part she had been, but now that we were alone in the privacy of our room, I couldn’t help but want to drag her back to a Littler state.
I licked my lips as I stared at her. She was dressed in short denim shorts, and a pale pink tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, threaded through the back of a pink Grand Canyon hat she’d purchased, and her face was glistening with the dew of sweat. Dust stuck to her skin. She’d put on sunscreen at my insistence, but she must have missed a few spots because her chest and shoulders had been tinged pink from the sun. In my mind, she’d never looked more beautiful, except maybe in her schoolgirl outfit.
And she was more than capable of taking care of herself. I knew that. I didn’t know if she really wanted to, but I knew that I didn’t really want her to. My cock grew underneath my khaki shorts, and I shifted my stance, reminding myself that this was dangerous territory. Unless Polly did something naughty, I really shouldn’t go into Daddy mode. I shouldn’t act on my desires. They would only lead places I wasn’t sure we should go.
Correction. They would only lead places we definitely shouldn’t go. I was pretty sure we both wanted to, and would, if her brother wasn’t an issue.
Leave it alone, Cas, my inner voice warned.
Spoiler Alert: I didn’t listen. I pushed where I had no right to push. And Polly liked it.
“Stand up and take down your shorts.”
She visibly startled, sitting up straighter as her eyes went wide, but she didn’t tell me to get fucked. “What?” Why?” She blinked wide eyes at me. “I… I was good.”
I stifled a chuckle. “Yes, you were, but I want to check your ass and see how tore up it is. The hairbrush can be a nasty bugger.”
“Oh. Okay…” She pushed to her feet, meeting my gaze while her fingers worked the button on her shorts.
I held my breath as she pushed the fabric down her hips, all the way down to the floor and stepped out of them, until all she was wearing was pink bikini panties.
“Well I can’t see through your undies,” I said expectantly, motioning for her to take them off.
She turned around slowly, drawing it out as if she knew what she was doing to me. Finally, she pushed the fabric down, revealing a once milky white bottom marred by mottled bruises. It looked worse than I’d expected.
“Shit,” I hissed, making a mental note to pick up some arnica in the morning. I knew I hadn’t been gentle, but still, she shouldn’t look quite this bad. Stepping closer, I poked at a purple spot with my finger. “Have you ever been spanked before?” I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer.
Polly sighed. “Not since I was very young.”
“That’s probably why you needed it so badly,” I grunted, thinking about all the times during her teenage years I’d lamented in my head that she needed a good spanking.
“Maybe.” Polly pulled up her panties and turned. She didn’t put her shorts back on. My erection tented my shorts. If she looked down, she’d know exactly what she was doing to me, but her eyes were locked on mine. “You threatened a few times over the years.”
She took a step closer and my breath hitched as I tried to follow the conversation. “Did I? I only remember once.”
“I thought about it a lot. I think… I think a part of me wanted it. Needed it.”
I grunted. “You definitely needed it. But it wouldn’t have been right.” I cleared my throat. This was venturing into dangerous territory. The thoughts I’d had about her needing a spanking back then were not the same as the thoughts I was having about it now.
I turned my attention to her bruises, despite no longer having a view of them. “Your butt looks pretty bad. Probably had to do with it being your first time.”
Polly nodded. Her eyes were full of lust and she was still standing in front of me in her tank top and panties.
“Does it hurt much?” I asked.
“The pain is fading, but sitting all day in the car wasn’t great.” She shrugged and looked up at me, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “Don’t feel bad… Daddy. I deserved it. And I needed it.”
God. She had to know what she was doing to me. I had to regain control. The question was… what kind of control? Control over my own damn self—the responsible thing—or control over her—the kind I so desperately wanted to take?
Her hands splayed across my chest. “I like it when you take control.”
Fuck. Shit. Damn. Was she reading my mind?
My cock ached. It had gone from semi-stiff to rock-hard. Dangerous territory.
“We need to… ah… you should…” I looked around the small two-bed room, feeling trapped. “Next time, I’ll have to book two rooms,” I grunted.
