Page 78 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“You do? Well, we both know this house has ghosts so maybe it was another little girl?”
“Who has duck feet and is wearing my favorite nightgown? What are the chances of that I wonder?”
Looking down at her duck slippers, Micah giggled. “About one in a googlydeck?”
“It’s googolplex, but lucky for you, you’ve got the winning ticket. Now, up you go. By the time I wash these and lock up, I’ll expect you to be in the corner with that nightgown lifted to your waist and your panties at your ankles.”
Instead of despair, anticipation ran through her as she slid off his lap. Knowing a spanking was in her immediate future didn’t stop her from skipping as best as her slippers would allow up the stairs. Though this corner didn’t include any drawn circles, she still pressed her nose against the wallpaper. Instead of wrapping her arms around her back, she held the bunched white cloth of her gown at her waist, the folds forming a curtain that framed her bare bottom. White cotton panties were a stark contrast against the dark planks of the flooring. When she felt a cool breeze across her naked skin, she giggled.
“I thought so. But I’ll be fine, thanks for asking. But, Lydia, I hope you really think about what my Daddy said. He’s a good man and wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“And on that thought, her Daddy asks for some privacy, Miss Lydia. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Micah hadn’t heard him come in, but smiled as she imagined him gesturing for their hostess to leave the room before he closed the door, as if that would keep a ghost out. She was giggling when she felt his hand cup her right ass cheek and didn’t stop even as he began to spank.
After a dozen swats, evenly divided between her cheeks, she wasn’t the only one laughing. But she was the only one who squealed when he lifted her from the floor, panties falling off her feet as he turned her in the air to face him.
“Babygirl, you’re making it awfully hard to be a strict Daddy right now.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” she quipped, dropping her arms around his neck.
“At least you’re an honest, naughty girl,” he said, moving to the bed and sitting, settling her onto his lap. Fingers slowly pulled on the first pink ribbon of her gown.
“So, babygirl, on a scale of one to ten, how much did you enjoy your vacation?”
Huh?
It took her a moment to switch from thinking about how much she loved him making love to her to realizing he’d asked her a question. It wasn’t easier when his fingers dropped lower to tug on another ribbon. “It’s the best vacation I’ve ever had. In fact, I’m not sure how you’re ever going to top this one, Daddy.”
“I’m very glad. I’ve enjoyed every moment as well, though I do that every single day I spend with you.”
A third ribbon came untied and Micah could feel her nipples pebbling as her bodice opened.
“Do you remember when I told you you’re a chef, a poet, a great singer, a fabulous husband and an incredible lover?”
“I do, though I think you might be the tiniest bit biased, babygirl,” he said, untying the last of the ribbons and pulling the halves of the white cloth apart, exposing her round breasts.
Micah shuddered in pleasure as he cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs running across the peaks of her nipples. She wanted him, but she wanted to let him know what she was feeling even more. Lifting her hand, she placed her palm on his cheek, drawing his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. “Maybe, but every word is true. No matter what I’m facing, how scared or worried, tired or sad I am, I know you will help me even if it means simply holding me to let me know you are there. I love you, Daddy. I love your huge heart and I love you for loving me back. Thank you for a vacation I’ll never forget, for being so kind to a woman you never saw but somehow believed was there and needed you too. Thank you for taking me to the stars”–her free hand found the pendant at her throat–“and for bringing some back for us to share forever. But most of all, Stone Barrows, thank you for being the rock I will always cling to.”
Her Daddy’s eyes held a glittering of their own when he released her breasts to cover her hand in his before pressing his forehead to hers.
“Being your Daddy is the greatest gift I’ll ever receive, Micah. Thank you for being my wife, my lover, my Webby, and my Little girl.”
With a kiss, all words became unnecessary. And when a white shape flew across the room, it wasn’t a ghost, but a nightgown no longer needed as he wrapped her in his warmth.
Epilogue
A year later
He’d stood with her beneath the stars that night and believed he was looking up at Heaven, but he’d only been partially right.
The moment he watched the love of his life bring their daughter into the world was more miraculous than he could ever have imagined.
He had no care that his colleagues saw the tears he was completely unable to hold back as the newborn was handed to him. Pressing a first kiss on the crown of her head, he gently lay her against her mother’s breast.
Bending, he repeated the kiss on Micah’s curls as she looked down at their baby. When she turned back to her Daddy, her own tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered a question from a year ago.
“I agree, Daddy. I can’t imagine any other name for our little girl.”
Stone laid his hand over hers that held their tiny daughter. “Welcome to the world, Lydia Rose Barrows. Your mommy and I can’t wait to show you how magical it can be.”
The End
