Page 17 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

She didn’t look convinced, but she placed herself over his lap anyway. Ignoring her squeal of protest, he tugged her shorts and panties to her knees. “Got some bruises, sunshine,” he said, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Good question. Who didn’t obey the rules?” He squeezed harder, until she drummed her feet against the couch cushion.

“Ow! Daddy, stop!”

“I love hearing you whine and beg, sunshine.” Her little growl just served to harden his already painful erection. With more than a little reluctance, he released his hold on her ass. “All right. Time to practice. Focus on the water. See if you can make a cloud.”

“A cloud?”

Chuckling, he patted her bottom. “Yeah. Like in the sky, but smaller. With just that water.”

She turned her head to the side to study the bowl. “I don’t know how to make a cloud.”

“Well, neither do I. Just think fluffy. Fuck if I know.” He couldn’t help but smile at her delighted giggle.

“Think fluffy? Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rubbed her bottom to help her relax. “How are clouds made? It’s just water, right? The water evaporates and then it kind of, you know, clusters up and then it falls down again.”

“Listen to you, Professor Daddy.”

“Smart ass little girl. Focus on the damn water, would you?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a snappy salute. He answered with a solid smack to the middle of her ass, making her yelp.

“Okay, okay! I’m focusing!”

For several seconds, nothing happened. Lainey kicked her foot against the couch again and huffed. “It’s too hard!”

“No, it’s not, sunshine. Just focus.” He tried to think of what might help her as he rubbed her bottom. “Think of the summer sun on a lake. Think of how the sun feels on your skin. Imagine the heat of it. Can you feel it?”

“Sort of.”

“Okay. Now, imagine that heat on the water. Slowly warming it until it evaporates and turns into a big, fluffy cloud.”

Another minute passed in silence before she kicked the couch again. “I can’t do it! I’m too stupid.”

Donovan lifted his hand and swung it down hard enough to make her jump. “You are not stupid. If you keep talking shit, you’ll go another round with my belt.”

Her demeanor changed instantly from pouty insolent brat to sweet and agreeable little girl. “Daddy, no! I’ll be good!”

“Then stop making excuses and make a cloud,” he growled, swatting her again.

She sighed with more than a little aggravation, but she didn’t protest further. The seconds dragged by, but after a bit, a light fog began to form on the surface of the water.

“Oh!” Lainey jerked away from the bowl like it had tried to bite her. “Oh my God! Daddy, look!”

“I see, sunshine.” The fog was already fading, but she’d done it. “Focus. Try to lift the fog higher. We want a cloud, remember?”

“I’ll try.”

She went quiet again and the fog grew denser with each passing second. When it was more white than gray, it shook a bit and raised up an inch or so above the bowl.

“There you go, sunshine. Just a little higher and then hold it there.”

“It’s hard,” she whispered.

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