“I think you’re rather cute when you’re nervous, little girl,” he mused, and I could feel myself blushing even though he couldn’t see my face.
I groaned openly and he chuckled.
“You will trust in Daddy to protect you, sweet girl. You will be safe from the moment you step into that hotel until you’re back in Daddy’s arms,” he said firmly, and my heart fluttered inside my chest.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, and I meant it. He didn’t explain any further. To be honest, I didn’t need that.
Trusting him felt like diving off the edge of the cliff with no bottom in sight, but this felt so real. All my life, I’d run from love because I didn’t think I’d be allowed to ever really experience it, that love wasn’t meant for someone like me, and now it was right here in Daddy’s hands.
I took his fingers in mine and squeezed them tight.
I’d take this leap of faith because the love I felt for him was worth it.
Tentatively, I pulled his hand closer and brushed my lips against his knuckles, kissing them gently. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so and when I looked up to meet them, I could see that he was smiling too.
“Sweet girl, you’re so beautiful when you’re so well punished and so thoroughly used,” he said and I bit my lip, feeling bashful all of a sudden. He cupped my face with his palm, and I pressed against it, luxuriating in his focused attention.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. It felt so special when he talked to me like that.
“I suppose I do have to let you out of my bed sometime this evening,” he sighed, and I giggled loudly enough that I hid my face in his chest to muffle myself.
“I guess so,” I replied, a bit more sullenly than I meant to.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll be back over my knee in no time,” he laughed, and I lightly smacked him across the chest in mock shock.
“Daddy!” I exclaimed.
“Little girls like you need their bottoms spanked bright red from time to time, don’t they?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I did anyway.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pouted.
“Is your bottom sore?”
“It is, Daddy,” I answered.
“Good. It’ll remind you to trust that Daddy will protect you,” he added, and I chewed my lower lip as the warm feeling of being cared for so thoroughly poured over me. I shouldn’t like that I wanted to be spanked. It shouldn’t make me this wet, but I couldn’t fight the fact that it was the truth.
I wanted everything that he offered.
And I was going to take it.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“I love you too, little girl,” he answered. He didn’t even hesitate. Not even for a moment.
With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up to a seated position.
“I’m going to need my clothes again,” I said, with a hint of sadness beneath my words.
“Such a shame to cover up this beautiful body,” he replied.
“All I remember is that my panties are in your sitting room,” I pouted.
“You won’t need those. Daddy wants that pretty little pussy bare, so you remember to trust in him,” he answered, and a soft gasp escaped me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, biting my lip and holding back a smile.
“The rest of your clothes are hanging on a chair in the foyer. Come now. I will dress you,” he offered. He pushed himself out of bed and I was suddenly chilled without his body surrounding mine. He reached for me and I took his hand. In a swift maneuver, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me all the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the front entryway.
With care, he placed me down and began to dress me. This felt so very intimate, maybe even more so than being stripped by his hands. He was careful to clip my bra into place, gently adjusting my breasts so that I was comfortable. Next, he slipped my dress over my head and pulled it into place.
“My shoes?”
“I’ll go get them. Hold your dress above your waist, little girl. Daddy wants to see that bare little pussy waiting for him when he gets back,” he growled, and I shuddered hard. Slowly, I reached for the bottom hem of my clothing and lifted it all the way up. I flushed hard knowing he could see my swollen mound. As if he knew it embarrassed me, he deliberately stared at the cusp of my thighs for several long moments, which only added to my shame.
He turned away and walked in the direction of the kitchen. I stood there in the foyer, fidgeting and squirming while still keeping my dress at my waist. At any moment, someone could walk in. I didn’t know if there was anyone here, but the possibility of it made me even more ashamed and turned on than I cared to admit.
My clit pulsed and I hung my head as I pressed my thighs even more firmly against one another, trying to ignore the wetness that was slickening between them.
Thankfully, he didn’t take long.
When he came around the corner, my eyes rushed up to look at him.
“Good girl,” he purred, and my heart pulsed with happiness. “You may lower your dress. Use my shoulders now to keep balance while I put your shoes on,” he added and almost reluctantly, my fingers loosened their hold on my dress, and I let it fall back into place. He knelt down in front of me, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on him as he had instructed.
His palms cupped around my calf and lifted up my left leg off the floor. He traced his hands up my thighs and I sucked in a heated breath, caught off guard by his sudden tenderness. My pussy tightened as he just brushed the skin beneath it before he slipped my shoe onto my foot and placed it back on the floor. He
