Page 34 of Wilderness Daddy

“Okay,” I say in a sigh. “I did.”

“Then, yeah, little one, I’ll take you on another date.” He laughs in a huffing sort of way and runs his hand over the back of his neck. “Although I have no idea why you’d want to since you’re likely to end up getting spanked.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I plan on being on my best behavior.” My grin broadens and I pretend to polish an imaginary halo, making him laugh.

“You’re damn adorable, little girl.” He smirks then and it’s mischievous as he walks to a cupboard in the garage. He pulls out an olive green rubber thing and hands it to me. I take it and frown.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a pair of hip waders. They were my mom’s.” I look at the rubber coverall thingy and then back at him.

“What the hell are they for?”

“Watch your language, little one. Daddy doesn’t care for it. I’ve ignored it so far but no more, got me?”

“Daddy?” I bite my bottom lip and ignore the pounding of my heart.

He shrugs. “Yeah. Daddy. You’re in need and I’m willing.”

“But you’re leaving.” I’m a little shocked that that’s what I’m protesting. Not that I’m an adult woman who already has a father and is not into the ‘daddy thing.’ But the truth is, my lady bits are definitely into the ‘daddy thing’ whether I protest or not.

“Yeah, I am.” He comes closer to me and I hold my breath. “But baby girl, I’m here now.” He touches my face, tipping my chin up. “And I have never met anyone so in need of my daddy skills before.”

“No one?” I choke out asininely and he smiles.

“That’s right, honey.” He looks at the rubber in my hands before looking back at my face, leaning down and giving me a chaste peck on the lips. “Would you like Daddy to help you with those?”

I look down and back up at him. “What are they for?”

“Baby, have you ever been fishing?”

My eyes widen. “Oh, hell, no!” I hold my hands up, dropping the hip waders onto the dusty garage floor as if they’re toxic. “I am not stabbing some poor worm so I can catch a slimy flapping fish. That is not a fucking date. It’s gross. If you don’t want to try again then don’t.” I start to turn away but he doesn’t bat an eye, just puts both hands on my shoulders, turns me around, and leads me to his truck.

“Babe?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“It’s Daddy, babe. You call me Daddy.”

“Um, okay. Uh, yeah, Daddy?” I say dumbly.

“Lean forward and put your hands on the side of my truck.” He doesn’t wait for me to do it, just guides me into the position he wants.

“Um, no, thank you very much.” I try to turn back, but he leans down against me holding me in place, his mouth next to my ear.

“Before you take off in a fit again I’m going to help you with your emotions so you can use your words properly.” His tongue flicks out and runs along the shell of my ear. “And help you with that dirty mouth of yours, too.”

“Oh.”

He pulls my hips back so my butt is sticking out and then I yelp when his hand lands on the tight denim covering my butt with a loud smack. He rubs the spot he’s spanked and I involuntarily let out a groan. He swats again and the sting is back tenfold since he hits the same spot on my body-hugging jeans. But God, I like it.

“Am I making it clear?” His finger hooks into the loop of my jeans and he yanks them up, further tightening them.

“Uh,” I mumble, not knowing what he wants to hear. He swats again and then again, until both my ass and clit are buzzing.

“No running. No temper tantrums. No swearing,” he prompts and I gasp as he spanks my ass a couple more times.

“Yes, Daddy.”

---