Georgia's Daddy (11 page)

But she was nothing if not a quick learner, and thankfully, there should be nothing but cuddles and sweet kisses from Daddy today.

Or so she’d thought. When she caught sight of him in the field—it looked like he’d just finished work for the day—she paused, allowing her eyes to savor the strong, manly vision that was her boyfriend. My, oh my, just looking and longing could make her panties dampen lightning fast. Or maybe it was more than longing—maybe it was knowing exactly how easily he could make her moan, how quickly he could make her come.

When he turned and saw her, she lifted a hand to wave, but to her surprise, he didn’t smile back. Instead, his brow furrowed and he beckoned her with a crooked finger. Uh-oh. That was never a good sign.

“Sam?” she queried, her voice sounding uncertain even to her ears.

“That’s Daddy to you, naughty girl.”

Double uh-oh. Double uh-oh with a sprinkling of
oh, crap
on top. “Daddy,” she amended hastily. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You tell me.” He pinned her with his stern gaze, the one that made her lose track of her thoughts.

She tried, she really did, but she didn’t have the faintest clue of what she could have done to upset him. Not that it mattered. She had no doubt she’d find out sooner rather than later.

“In the shed,” he ordered, the command crisp. He didn’t move, but instead waited for her to obey. As she passed him, despite moving as quickly as she could, he still managed to give her a good, hard swat as she passed.

“Ouch!”

“And there’s more where that came from.”

She wished she knew what she’d done, but experience had taught her that it was better to obey first and ask questions later, which was why she scurried toward the shed. He was following behind at a much more leisurely pace, which was why she was already standing with her nose in the corner by the time she heard the door shut behind him.

“Come here, Georgia.”

He was using the stern Daddy voice, the one that made her, quite literally, quake in her boots. She didn’t enjoy being spanked, not one bit, but it hurt even worse when she knew she’d let him down.

But she knew all too well that he expected to obeyed, and quickly, so she went to him as soon as she’d been called. She stopped at arm’s length of the stool he sat on, trying to read his expression. Unfortunately, the dim lighting didn’t allow her much freedom to see his face.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble, little girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Over my lap, naughty.”

She went face-down over his knees without hesitation, her pulse running a mile a minute at the low, gravelly quality of his voice. She was never sure whether to be excited or terrified, because he used that same tone when she was in trouble as well as when he was about to do something deliciously indecent to her.

“What happens to naughty girls, Georgia?”

She groaned inwardly. For some reason, he liked to begin nearly every punishment with this question. “They get spanked, Daddy.”

“Do you deserve to be spanked, baby?”

“If you see fit, Daddy.”

He chuckled. “You’ve gotten pretty good at this.”

Oh, yes, she had. They both had. They seemed to fit together, she and Sam, not just as Daddy and little, but boyfriend and girlfriend as well. She
had
had one or two objections, as she called them. First, to being made to go without underwear in public. Then when he’d threatened to spank her in public for being a brat. She
had
been being a brat, she could admit that, and she took her spanking like a good girl, once they got behind closed doors. On both occasions Sam had listened to her, taken her feelings into account, and yielded. It made her see how kind and caring he really was, and she was beginning to think there wasn’t another like him in the whole universe. It made her pinch herself with excitement that he would even consider being
her
Daddy.

“Now, because I am a gracious and fair daddy,” he began. “I’m going to tell you why you’re getting spanked.”

Wait, was he teasing? That definitely sounded like his teasing voice now. She almost craned her neck around to peer at his face once more, but she didn’t, just in case she was getting her hopes up.

“I would like to know
why
you didn’t tell me that you got into the Master’s program you applied for.”

Before she could reply, her skirt was swept up and her bottom got a firm, sound smack. It didn’t hurt, though—at least, not nearly compared to how hard she knew it could—and she just caught herself before she laughed in relief.

“Well? I’m waiting for an answer, and it better be good, little girl, or you’ll feel my wrath!”

Yes, he was most definitely teasing her. Georgia’s body went weak with relief. “I was going to tell you.”

“Well, if you
had
, you wouldn’t be over my knee like this!” He gave another firm, albeit gentle swat to her pantied rear.

“Wait? How did you even find out?”

“I ran into your dad earlier today. He was just fit to be tied, he was so proud of you.
He
didn’t know it was a secret.” Another swat rained down, this one just a tad bit firmer.

“It wasn’t a secret! I was going to tell you!”

“Well, it’s too late for that now. The cat’s already out of the bag and you’re getting your comeuppance.”

“Sam!” she giggled as he swatted each cheek playfully in turn.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, do you now? Maybe I should break out the paddle.”

“No, thank you, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll even cry a little, if you want me to.”

“You certainly
will
if I want you to, you naughty little minx.” She got another playful spank for her troubles. “Now, why didn’t you tell me? I would have taken you out to celebrate.”

“I don’t mind staying in,” she practically purred, trying to turn his mind to more exciting things.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t. And I’m starting to think you enjoy your spankings as well. Is that what it is? Do you like being spanked, Georgia?”

“Well, if you’d asked me before today I would have said
definitely
not, but I’ve never had this type of spanking before.”

He gave her another swift love pat. “No, I guess you haven’t. Maybe I ought to pull these panties down.”

Her breath hitched at the suggestion—then again, she wasn’t thinking about spanking, either. “Yes, please.”

Without warning, Sam flipped her over, yanked down the pink and cream lacy panties she wore and spanked her pussy, no harder than he’d swatted her ass.

“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned.

“Yes, you are quite the naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what am I going to do with you?” he demanded.

She smiled, both at his husky growl and the fact that she could feel his cock pressing against her. “Whatever you like.”

“Yes, you’ve gotten very,
very
good at this.”

When his fingers plunged into her weeping pussy, she closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. “I could say the same about you.”

“Stand up, baby. Daddy wants a taste.”

When he removed his fingers, she eagerly stood so that he could pull her toward him and slide his cool tongue between her lips. “Mmm. Sweeter than rhubarb pie,” he said, comically smacking his lips. “Withhold something like this from me again, baby, and I’ll put a piece on that behind of yours until I can match the color with my paddle.”

She shivered, both from the threat and the fact that he was once again pulling her to him and kissing her most intimate spot. No matter what he used—fingers, tongue, or his big, hard cock—he was an expert at making her come. Her orgasm was quick in coming today, and she cried out while her fingers were intertwined in his hair.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now it’s my turn. Flat on your back.”

She slid down to the cool, clean cement at his command and spread her legs wide for him. Her thighs were slick with her own juices.

Sam looked down at her for a moment, his eyes roving her body in the most tender of caresses. Only when she was whimpering for him to join her did he lower himself over her and plunge into the depths of her tight, still spasming pussy.

“I love you, Daddy.” The words were out before she even knew she was going to say them. But she didn’t feel embarrassed, or sorry that she’d said it first. She meant it and it felt right for him to know it.

“I love you too, Georgia, my sweet, sassy little girl.”

Those words were almost enough to make her come all over again. But if they hadn’t done the job, his hard, fast thrusts did the job well enough to have her crying out all over again.

* * *

“Hi,” Georgia said in surprise when she opened the door the next day and found Sam at the other end. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Yeah, I know.” His boyish grin made her heart flip excitedly. “Are you busy? If you are, I could come back later.”

“No, I’m not busy. I just thought you would be. Didn’t you say something about a horse auction, or something like that?”

“Yeah. I decided to skip it.”

“Skip it?” she echoed in surprise. “What for? You were really looking forward to that.”

Sam shrugged a shoulder. “I know, but I just thought after …”

After I agreed to be your little
, Georgia silently filled in the blanks, her face warming at the reminder. Not that she’d forgotten—how could she? It was the craziest, yet most exciting thing she’d ever done!

“I thought maybe it would be a good idea to spend some time together. Besides, there will be other auctions.”

Her heart swelled at the unexpected gesture. He’d mentioned the auction a few times since he’d learned about it and she knew that he’d been really excited about getting a new horse. It was unbelievably sweet and thoughtful that he’d forgone something he wanted to do to be with her instead.

“Well, I’ve got nothing going on. Do you want to come in?”

“Actually, I thought maybe we’d go out.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yes, really. What do you say to a little shopping and some lunch?”

“Shopping
and
lunch?” she giggled. “You’re trying to spoil me, aren’t you?”

Sam gave her a wink. “That is exactly what I’m aiming for, sweetheart. Do you need to check with your dad?”

“He’s in town himself, actually. I’ll text him from the car. Where are we going? The mall?” she guessed.

“Actually, it’s a boutique. It’ll be fun—trust me.”

“Ooh, a boutique. Sounds fancy.”

“I think you’ll like it.”

The drive to the boutique was a little shorter than the one into town, and before she knew it they pulled up to a building. The turquoise sign in loopy, cursive letters read ‘Just for Girls.’

“What kind of boutique is this?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“It’s a clothing store.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s a hidden treasure.”

Georgia thanked Sam when he came around to open her door and they walked in together. From the moment they entered, she was a bit perplexed. There was a plethora of pink and glitter and rhinestones everywhere she looked.

“Um, Sam?” she whispered as she nudged him.

“Yeah?”

“Uh… I think this store is a little bit… well, the clothes are… kind of on the
young
side?”

“Yeah. That’s kind of the point.”

Georgia blinked at him, not understanding. Then, suddenly realization dawned and she felt her face begin to redden as it did. She looked around and saw mothers with their young girls in tow. Next to a preteen, she was the oldest one in the store. She shot Sam an embarrassed look, but he merely stared back calmly.

“Hello! Welcome to Just for Girls! Can I help you find something special?”

Georgia’s cheeks blazed with warmth as the sales associate bounded up to them. If she thought it was odd they didn’t have a little girl with them, she didn’t say so.

“We’re looking for a dress,” Sam answered without hesitation.

“Sam,” she whispered, her voice strained. “I doubt they carry clothes for… girls my age.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” the girl laughed, not taking the hint to keep her voice down. “What size are you? You look like a twelve, maybe?”

She nodded, her eyes still on the floor.

“We carry clothes all the way up to size twenty!”

Georgia glanced up at her to see if she was being teased, then back down again. That was interesting. So maybe older girls shopped here after all. Still… it was a bit embarrassing.

“Why don’t you point us in the right direction?” Sam suggested.

“Sure, dressy clothing is to the back, on the left.”

“Thanks. If we need any help, we’ll let you know.”

“Sure thing.”

As soon as the salesgirl had walked off, Sam took her by the arm and leaned in close. “I brought you here because I wanted to have a special day for just the two of us. If you’re that uncomfortable, we can leave.”

She finally looked up, meeting his eyes. “Really?”

“Of course.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Well… I
do
like dresses. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt… just to look, you know.”

“Atta girl.”

Much to her surprise, Georgia found herself quickly forgetting that they were in a store that consisted mostly of middle-schoolers and their moms planning their spring wardrobes. She had to admit, the clothes were cute. And they
did
have dresses in her size. Before she knew it, she was flipping through them with enthusiasm, showing her picks to Sam, who was standing back patiently and letting her take her time. She loved him for that.

“What do you think?” she asked, showing off a mint green dress with tiny bud roses all down the front. It had a nice, full skirt that looked like it was made for twirling. Funny—she hadn’t thought about twirling in a dress since she was ten, but being here with him brought something out in her that she didn’t quite understand. All she knew was that it made her feel young and giddy, like the world was a wonderful place to be.

“I think it’s pretty. Why don’t you try it on?”