Page 50 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I love you,” she said after swallowing.
“Are you sure you aren’t speaking about the coffee?” he teased as she immediately took another sip.
“Both,” she said. “Even in my dreams you know what I need, Daddy.” He might not understand, but she did. Stone had been the vendor in her dreams and he’d been right; she had definitely been smelling coffee.
Stone gave her a few more minutes of wake-up time before scooping her up and moving her to the chair. As she continued to fill her veins with caffeinated goodness, he made the bed, and she realized he was pulling the coverlet up.
“Ewww, Daddy, don’t you think that needs to be washed first? You know, because… um?—”
“You ejaculated your sweet little cream all over it?”
Did this man never stop to consider how much such blatant talk could embarrass a girl?
“Don’t fret, Webby. I had plenty of time to launder it as well as the clothes in the hamper while you wandered through dreamland.”
“So you are the real early bird,” Micah quipped, her heart filling as she watched this huge man pick up a stuffed duck and wish him a good morning. When he brought it over, he was about to place it on her lap when he paused.
“Seems I forgot to put your mommy in her pjs or a gown after our bath.”
“I don’t think Mr. Quackers will mind, Daddy,” Micah said, using her free hand to reach for the stuffie.
Stone looked at her and then the duck and grinned. “Well, I know I certainly don’t mind looking at you in your birthday suit, so I suppose you’re right. You’ve got time for a few cuddles and then you have to finish packing or that suit is all you’ll be wearing on this trip.”
Tucking her legs up in the chair and Mr. Quackers on her lap, she smiled up at him. “You pack soooo much better than I do, Daddy. Why don’t you finish and I’ll just watch?”
“Do you think I was born yesterday, little girl?” Stone asked as he picked up the suitcase she’d not even noticed and placed it on top of the bed. “Even if I wanted to, I’m afraid I can’t this time.”
“Why not?”
“Two reasons. First, I didn’t get you out of bed simply so you could fall asleep in the chair. But more importantly, because you need to show Daddy that you remember the reason you slept on your tummy last night.”
Oh, right. The bag.
Micah couldn’t help it, her eyes dropped to the floor. Not in shame, though she knew she would have felt ashamed if she hadn’t gotten her bottom heated both inside and out last night. But as always, once the punishment was done, she’d known she was forgiven and any guilt had evaporated. Setting her almost empty mug on the table beside her, she slipped out of the chair and went to him. She didn’t stop to stand beside him though, she dropped to her knees.
“What are you…”
He didn’t need to finish the question as she lowered herself to her tummy and began to wiggle her way under the bed.
“Speaking of worms,” he said, causing her to giggle as she continued her journey. Only her feet remained visible as she reached for the bag she’d hidden the day before. Wiggling backwards was harder than going forward, but she appreciated the fact that when she finally pulled her head free it was to find her Daddy crouched on his haunches beside her.
Very solemnly, she pushed to her knees again and looked up. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’ve already been forgiven, little one,” he reassured her, standing and reaching down to offer her his hand.
Taking it, she stood and set the black bag with pink-polka dots next to the suitcase. Surprise widened her eyes as she saw that what she thought was empty was almost completely full.
“You packed it. I thought you said I had to do it?”
“I never said I couldn’t help. But it was important that you finish.”
Nodding, Micah pushed aside a few folded t-shirts and leggings to make a bit more room for the bag. She was about to place it inside when something suddenly occurred to her.
“Wait a second,” she said, turning to dash into the bathroom. It turned out to take longer than a second as she instantly needed to relieve her bladder the moment she saw the toilet, and then, of course, she saw herself in the mirror. Her squeal brought her Daddy to the doorway.
“What’s wrong?”
“How can you let me run around like this?” she exclaimed, washing her hands, speaking to his reflection in the mirror.
