Page 51 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I told you I don’t mind you in your birthday suit. In fact, I find it quite an appealing look on you.”
“I’m not talking about this!” she said, gesturing down her sides after drying her hands. “I’m talking about this!” Her hands lifted to run her fingers through curls that were far too mussed to allow them to slide easily. “I look like a duck who stuck her beak in an electrical socket!”
Stone chuckled. “Webby, you make an adorable duckling, messy hair or not. But if it will make you feel better…”
When he opened the drawer, Micah knew exactly what he was looking for and that he wouldn’t find it. Beneath the bed wasn’t the only hiding spaces in their house. When his eyebrow quirked, the mirror showed her how quickly her cheeks turned pink.
“I-I… um…” Not wanting to start their beginning of their vacation with a lie, Micah chose instead to simply stop talking. Instead, she moved to the linen cupboard and slid her hand beneath the stack of towels. With the cabinet’s depth, she was all the way up to her armpit before her fingers brushed against wood. Grasping it, she pulled her arm back, her broad-back wooden hairbrush in her hand.
“Hmmm, wonder how that got there,” Stone said.
“Quack, quack, quack,” she said, which in her mind translated as pleading the fifth. She returned to the vanity and unzipped the bag she’d brought with her into the bathroom. Trying not to look at other objects inside didn’t keep her cheeks from heating further or her buttocks from clenching.
“Good girl,” Stone said, drawing her eyes to his.
Seeing his lip curled, she had the distinct feeling he knew exactly what she was thinking and when he reached out to cup her breast, his thumb brushing across a very pebbled nipple, any doubt she had flew out the window.
Moaning, she pressed into his palm, burying her face in his shirt. “I’m not a good girl,” she whispered. “Good girls don’t try to hide things from their Daddies.”
“You are a good girl,” Stone countered, cupping her chin and tilting her head back so she was meeting his gaze. “Only good girls admit their mistakes, submit to their punishment and then do what is necessary to make things right. By not making me ask you again for the bag, and then adding your brush to it when I wasn’t even aware you’d hidden it as well, you are showing just how much you are sorry for being naughty.”
“But I don’t feel good about it,” she admitted. “I didn’t confess I hid the brush too.”
“Perhaps I can help with that,” Stone said, setting her back a bit and turning her to face the mirror. “Hold on to the counter and stick your bottom out.”
Micah couldn’t help the soft whine she gave. Her bottom was still a bit achy from the night before, but she didn’t voice a protest. Instead, she gripped the white marble with her fingers and pushed her hips backward. Though he was behind her, she could see everything he did as it was reflected in the mirror. It didn’t surprise her watching him unzip the bag she’d just closed, or even when he removed the last item she’d just tucked inside. But when he pulled out the next item, her eyes slammed shut and her whine turned into a whimper.
Chapter Five
Stone
He didn’t need Micah’s words to communicate. Her body made it easy to know not only what she was thinking, but what she was feeling. Her gorgeous eyes might be hidden behind scrunched up lids, but he’d seen the dilation of her pupils beginning before she slammed them shut.
The nipple he’d just brushed a thumb across was as hard as a diamond, the soft pink color now more of a ruby rose. If turgid nipples weren’t enough to announce her arousal, the slickness gathering between her thighs was unquestionable. Once again gooseflesh covered her body and not from any chill. His Little girl was excited about what she’d seen him pull from the bag even if she’d rather die than admit it.
His grin grew as her buttocks clenched tighter. As if they had a chance of keeping a determined Daddy from doing what was necessary to make sure his Little achieved the balance she’d just admitted she needed. Though he had no intention of spanking that precious bubble-butt he so loved, he did intend to pay it homage. Or rather, fill it to garner her respect.
"Okay, Micah, just relax. I believe holding something in your bottom today will make you feel better.”
“It won’t!” she said, obviously finding her words.
“It will,” he repeated. “Now, if you’d confessed you’d hidden your brush last night, then your spanking and bottom fucking would have taken care of it. However, your guilty feelings won’t just go away on their own?—”
“They might?”
Stone chuckled. “Babygirl, the very fact that sounded far more like a question than a statement just goes to show I’m right. I don’t believe you need an additional spanking before I fill your bottom, but if you believe that will help you feel better, then I will certainly take the time to give you one.”
“I thought you were in a big hurry,” she grumbled beneath her breath.
A sharp slap sounded and a perfect impression of his handprint, complete with splayed fingers bloomed a beautiful poppy-red against her white bottom.
“Ow!”
Ignoring that response, Stone said, “Want to try that again?”
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I don’t need a spanking.”
The second slap sounded when she whispered, “Or a plug.”
