“Your hair has been catching the light rather brilliantly all afternoon, Emma,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I whispered, and I could feel myself blush a little at his compliments.
“Would you like to take a tour of the facility with me? I have some extra special vintages I’ve been needing to sample, and it would be awfully helpful if I had another to taste it with me,” he said hopefully and I knew that he’d taken the bait.
“That would be wonderful,” I answered excitedly. I twirled my hair in my fingers and glanced down again, painting on the shy girl act as best as I could, and he fell for it.
Hook, line, and sinker.
I caught Janet out of the corner of my eye, and I waved to her. She smiled knowingly and left the winery. As the rest of the attendees trickled out, a tall man walked through the doors wearing a beanie and something of a hipster outfit.
“Can I help you?” Salvador asked politely. He hid it well, but I was pretty sure he was annoyed to have someone walk in like this so close to closing time.
“I’m looking for someone,” the man said, and I stilled.
Daddy.
I gulped. My eyes flew to the door. Janet was nowhere to be seen. With a deep breath, I turned to face him.
Those ocean blue eyes found mine. He didn’t need to say anything at all, but I knew that he’d figured out my scheme. I bet he’d figured it all out. He started speaking first.
“Your hair looks different from the last time I saw you,” he ventured, sitting down beside me. Salvador’s gaze slipped back and forth between us.
“Another day then, Emma?” Salvador pressed. He was interested, but I hadn’t cinched it yet.
“I’d really like that. Why don’t I come back in just a little bit?” I asked him sweetly and he smiled.
“Can I take you to dinner tonight?” he asked, and I grinned. I could feel Dean watching and it was difficult to have his eyes on me at the same time that I was trying to draw in a mark.
“If I say yes, can I taste more of your wine?” I asked playfully and Salvador grinned widely.
“I’ll set something up for seven tonight,” he offered.
“It’s a date then,” I smirked, and his face lit up.
“I’ll leave you two alone. Enjoy the facility and let me know if you need anything,” Salvador added and he walked away, leaving Dean and me alone in the wine bar.
He cleared his throat.
“I want you to go and take a seat at the table furthest from the window,” he instructed, and a sudden feeling of dread hurtled through me. I turned to face him, trying to gauge what he was thinking and finding the hard look of his disappointment instead.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. I swallowed hard and he pointed to where he wanted me. I went. I didn’t need to be told twice.
I sat down and Dean joined me. He was quiet as a waitress came and locked the doors from the inside before she waved and disappeared into the back.
“Lift your dress. I want it up around your waist,” he demanded.
“But I…” I began, and he shook his head.
“You will do as you’re told, little girl. There is no one here after closing and I won’t hesitate to spank you here if you fail to obey Daddy’s instructions,” he chastised me, and that same dread exploded into open anxiety.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, and I lifted my dress.
“Take off your panties and hand them to Daddy,” he demanded next, and my mouth opened in surprise.
“I can’t,” I said breathlessly and all he had to do was clear his throat before I rushed to push my panties down far enough so that they slid down my legs. I flushed heatedly as I reached down and untangled them from my ankles.
He held out his hand and I wanted to throw them at him, but I elected to take the safer route and placed them gently in his waiting palm instead.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and my thighs quivered hard.
“What are…?” I started and he shook his head. The rest of my question died before it even left my lips.
“Daddy is going to be the one asking the questions, little girl,” he said boldly, and I whimpered softly with nervousness. I sat there with my bottom bare on the wooden chair, more than aware that my pussy was entirely naked too.
I realized with a sinking fear that I was wet too.
“Hands on the table. Daddy knows you’re soaked for him. It’s going to be a very long time before he allows you to touch that needy little pussy,” he demanded.
My blush deepened and the swirling feeling of trepidation intensified. I was in trouble. He didn’t need to say the words to tell me that I was. Everything about his voice and demeanor indicated that I was going to be one sore and sorry little girl before he was through with me.
But there was something else.
There was comfort in his finding me. He’d come back for me twice and with that came a certain sense of relief just to have his presence around me again.
“How does it feel to be made to bare your bottom like this in a public place, little girl?” he asked.
“Embarrassing,” I muttered. I stared down at my hands splayed on the dark wooden surface of the table. I trembled before him, contrite, scared, and entirely too nervous to see him again.
“Good. You’re lucky it’s simply bare right now and not as bright red as it should be,” he scolded.
I whimpered again.
I sounded so utterly weak.
“There’s a reason that I chose this table, little girl. Do you know what that is?” he asked carefully.
“No, Daddy,” I replied anxiously. My gaze dropped down to his large hands. He flexed them and I trembled hard, wondering if he would really spank me in a place like this.
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