Page 44 of Daddy, Take Me Away
She squeaked, not realizing she’d spoken aloud. The reminder came from across the room, but from where exactly Micah couldn’t tell. Well, not until he added, “I can’t see your naughty hole.”
He was sitting in his chair right behind her. Yanking her cheeks further apart, she shifted her feet a bit. His words made her feel so naughty, and nurse or not, knowing he was looking at her anus made her feel so dirty, but remembering the press of his erection against her bottom also made her feel extremely horny. It was a conundrum she often faced and one she was never positive could ever be resolved. All she knew for sure was that by the time she was tucked into bed, her bottom would be achy and red. But even that held many different possibilities.
Would he spank her while she was in her corner?
Would he call her to his chair and then pull her down across his lap?
Would he use his hand? Probably not since fibbing about the list was most likely going to earn her the paddle or perhaps his belt? She had a love/hate relationship with that strip of leather. It would cause her to wail, and its edges would leave tender ridges across her bottom, making it ache when sitting, but it also grounded her in a way that made her feel so very connected to the man who wielded it.
But what had her body contracting, her kitty protesting the fact it was empty, was the question of if her Daddy would let her come after he’d punished her. She had no doubts that he’d find his relief. After all, he hadn’t been the naughty one, but it was questionable if she’d be allowed to orgasm. She failed to stifle a soft groan at the thought of lying beside him in bed, her body wound as tight as a spring while his was relaxed from a massive climax.
“Do you have anything to tell me?”
The question took her by surprise, but she had an immediate answer. “Yes, I’m very sorry, Daddy.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, Sir, I-I know where the list is, or at least where it was.”
“Was? Did you move it?”
“No, but, um, the garbage man might have if they came today.”
“They did,” Stone confirmed.
“I don’t need it?—”
“Micah—”
“I mean, I remember what was on it!” she quickly added.
He was quiet so long, she finally dared to turn her head to look back over her shoulder only to give a startled squeak. He was no longer seated. Instead, he’d moved to stand directly behind her.
Stone tapped a fingertip on her nose. “This isn’t where it belongs, is it?”
“Oh, no, Sir,” she said quickly, whipping her head back around and returning her nose to the circle. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“I am too. We were supposed to be packed and in bed early as we are leaving at the crack of dawn. Instead, we have some unpleasant business to attend to, don’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.” The thought of where her Daddy might choose to find his own release before he slept came at the touch of his fingertip against her exposed anus.
“You said you remember what was on the list. Do you also recall what happens to naughty little girls who tell fibs to their Daddies?” The question was asked after he’d lifted her curtain of ebony curls to expose the pink shell of her ear. The sensation of his warm breath had her quivering, millions of goosebumps erupting on her naked flesh.
“I… um, ye-yes…”
“That’s not a proper answer, now is it, little girl?” he berated, though there was no real barb behind his words.
“No, Sir,” she admitted, her pale skin flushing with the silent acknowledgment that he was going to make her clarify her answer.
“Do I really need to ask again?” Stone asked, running his finger around the sensitive rim of her asshole.
Reflexes had her tucking her hips forward and that garnered her the first swat of the night. She instantly regretted the move and shoved her butt out again and attempted to ignore that exploring fingertip to answer his question. “No, Sir, naughty little girls get punished…”
“How?”
“Umm, they get spanked.”
“Where?”
