Georgia's Daddy (13 page)

She found a box of noodles and set to work making homemade macaroni. It was a favorite of her dad’s, and not hard to make. She had it bubbling in a rich cheese sauce by the time the men came inside.

“Mmm. Smells good, sweetheart,” her father called out, sounding happy. Clearly all was forgiven, on his end, at least.

Sam came into the kitchen and planted a kiss on top of her head. “It does smell good. Thanks for putting that together for us.”

“Were you able to get it fixed?”

“Yes, actually. It should run good as new once it has new oil.” He leaned close and lowered his voice for her ears only. “Your mission, and you have no choice but to accept it, is to go with me to buy the oil first thing in the morning. I’ll change it out for you.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, her cheeks coloring. Thankfully, if her dad happened to notice she could blame it on the heat from the stove.

“You’re welcome. But I have some bad news for you, darlin’. Your dad is going to need a new oil pump and though I’m certainly not saying it’s all your fault, I think it would be a good gesture to help him pay to replace it.”

“I don’t have any money,” she admitted as she absently stirred the pasta.

“Just something to think about.”

“I just washed up for supper,” Georgia’s dad said as he walked in.

“It won’t be but a minute longer,” she told him.

“Good, I’m starved! Don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve done that kind of manual labor,” he chuckled. “Thanks again for your help, Sam.”

“Anytime, sir.”

In five minutes’ time Georgia had dished up plates for everyone—she’d even thought to heat up some slices of garlic bread to go with it—and they were digging in. Sam enthusiastically praised her cooking and her father agreed. Then they talked about the usual male things: cars, basketball, and the latest action movie coming to theaters. Sam rubbed her knee under the table and though he looked at her lovingly enough she still squirmed, sure that any minute now the other shoe would drop.

“That was some fine eatin’, Georgia,” her dad announced with a happy sigh as he pushed his chair back. “Why don’t I clear the table and you two can enjoy what’s left of your evening? I know it didn’t go as planned.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, Dad, but I’ll—”

“That’s very kind of you, sir,” Sam interrupted smoothly. “Actually, I was just thinkin’ that we might go for a drive.”

Crap
. That sounded like code for a long, over-the-knee spanking. Silently, she begged her father to somehow sense her distress and change his mind.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he said, grinning at her. “You two have fun.”

She doubted that would be the word she would use for it. But she didn’t see how she could politely refuse, so she stood when Sam pulled her chair back and walked outside with him. As soon as they reached the porch, however, she stopped and turned toward him. “First, let me just say that I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, honey.”

“So, maybe we
could
just go for a drive?” She gave him her best pleading expression.

“Keep moving, naughty girl.”

Her stomach knotted at his stern tone. She made it down the porch and halfway to the truck before she tried again. “So, was that a no?”

“Get in the truck, Georgia.”

“Guess so,” she mumbled grumpily as she complied.

To her surprise, Sam did indeed put the keys in and start the ignition. For a moment, she wondered if they were driving out to the Shed of Punishment—the knots in her tummy double-knotted themselves at the thought—but then he pulled to the side of the road.

“Come here,” he said as he slid the gearshift into park.

“Sam…”

“Do I like repeating myself, little girl?”

She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sigh. “No, Daddy.” She slid toward him across the bench seat and let him place her over his knees without a fuss.

“We’ve talked about this tendency to procrastinate in the past, haven’t we?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And it’s something I’ve told you I’m going to help you work on, isn’t it?” He began to peel back her dress.

Georgia winced as she felt herself being prepared for the inevitable spanking. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before we get started?”

“Does it help any if I say that I really
am
sorry? Like, really,
really
sorry?”

“Yes, baby, it helps—it just doesn’t get you out of it.”

She’s kind of figured that already, but it still sucked to hear it said aloud.

Sam brought his hand down with a crisp smack to the back of her panties that had her yelping. He meant business tonight—she was usually able to take the first few in silence. Five more just like it followed, his hand bouncing from cheek to cheek.

“Are we done?” she asked plaintively, squirming.

“Not just yet, baby-girl.”

She gasped when she felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties. Sure enough, he began to slide them down and her tummy dropped. She knew him well enough to know that nothing good was going to come of this.

“How many times did your dad ask you to get the oil changed?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice soft and contrite.

“Hmm. So, enough for you to know it needed to be done.”

“Yes, Sir. More than enough.”

A loud, sharp smack fell on her left cheek. She sucked her breath in as she endured the sting, but before she could quite get ahold of herself, a matching swat made her cry out.

“Am I right to assume that you told him you’d get it done?”

She grimaced, as much from the question as the considerable sting that was building in her poor behind. “Y-yes, Sir.”

Sam tsked. “Georgia, it’s very important to do what you’re asked in a timely manner, but it is absolutely unacceptable to promise to do something and fail to follow through. I think you already know that.”

Knowing that no answer was required, she just clung to his knee, hanging on for dear life.

He gave her another dozen spanks, each of them bottom-flattening scorchers. She was howling in pain before he was even halfway through. By the time he had indeed finished, she was sniffling as tears coursed down her cheeks.

It had been a long time since she had been this sore. Her bottom was prickling with pain, but she knew she deserved it. When Sam finally, mercifully, lifted her onto his lap, she gratefully buried her face into his shirt and wept.

“You can do better than this, Georgia Miller. I wouldn’t get on to you if I didn’t know that for a fact. And you need to know it too.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her bottom lip quivering.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.”

“There. There’s my good girl.”

Georgia always felt a little bit silly about how her heart lifted when he said those words, but she couldn’t help it. With a firmly spanked bottom, cuddling with the man she adored, she felt that her slate had been wiped clean, and she felt all fresh and new, shiny and clean. Emitting a happy little sigh, she snuggled closer and enjoyed the feeling of being safe and loved as his arms tightened around her. It made the whole spanking thing worth it.

Well, maybe that was taking things a bit too far. But almost worth it.

* * *

“Thank you for picking me up,” Georgia said the next morning as she climbed into the truck.

“It’s my pleasure. I know it’s a bit earlier than you’re used to.” He grinned ruefully.

She pulled a face that had him chuckling aloud. “Yes, well, I thought about turning off my alarm, but…”

“But you knew that you’d have one very unhappy daddy on your hands,” he said knowingly. “I would hate to have to spank you first thing in the morning.”

“Just make sure you remember that in the future,” she quipped.

“Hey, I said that I’d hate to have to, little girl.
Not
that I wouldn’t do it. And now, speaking of punishments…”

Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched his hand go for the glove compartment. “Punishment? What punishment? You just spanked me last night!”

“Yes, I did, but I got to thinking that this little stunt of yours called for some extra attention.”

“Sam!” she protested weakly. “I’ve been spanked already, and I promised to help my dad pay for the new pump! Isn’t that
enough
?”

He leveled her with a stern gaze that she read loud and clear: obviously not. “First of all, I do
not
like you raising your voice to me. Second of all, who decides what’s enough here?”

“You do.” But her voice said that she wasn’t happy about it.

“That’s right. Now, you have two choices. You can pull down those pajama bottoms and lie over my knee on your own, or I can do it for you. But if I do it for you, you will be getting another spanking.”

But… if he wasn’t planning on spanking her already, what was he doing, exactly? Why did she need to pull her pajama bottoms down, if he wasn’t planning on spanking her?

“You have until the count of three to decide. One…”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Forgetting all her questions, she quickly pulled down both her bottoms and underwear and lay over his lap.

“Good girl,” he praised, rubbing her back. “Now, here’s how this is going to go. From now on every time that I have to give you a ride while your dad is waiting for the car to be up and running, I’m going to make you wear a butt plug.”

“A
what
?” she squeaked.

“A butt plug. It’s going to fit nice and snug in your bottom hole, and help you to remember that good girls are responsible and keep their promises.”

Her lip began to quiver. This new punishment sounded
worse
than a spanking! “H-how long do I have to wear it?”

“For one hour each time. After the hour is up, I’ll remove it for you, or if we’re not together, I will text you and give permission for you to remove it. Understood?”

She nodded and answered tremulously, “I think so.”

“Good. Now, since this is your first time, it might hurt just a bit, but you’ll get used to it.”

Ha! He’d said something similar about the spankings and she hadn’t gotten used to those yet!

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby.”

She turned her head to look at him, giving him a pitiful puppy dog look. “Can’t you please,
please
just let me off with a warning, just this once?”

“No, sweetie, I can’t. You’ve got to learn your lesson, and besides, if I let you slide today you’d still be facing the same thing tomorrow. So better get it over with.”

Easy for him to say! He wasn’t the one that was going to be having something protrude from his bottom!

But she knew better than to say that aloud, so she just clenched her teeth and waited in terse silence as Sam pulled out a tube of lubricant and methodically began to coat the plug.

“This is a small one,” he informed her. “As time goes on, they’ll get a little bigger. My guess is you’ll be wearing a medium one by the time your dad’s car is fixed. And if it takes a little longer, well…”

“I get your point,” Georgia snapped, annoyed at the wolfish, unrepentant grin he wore.

She was quickly rebuffed by a hard, resounding smack to each of her naked orbs.

“Young lady, that was uncalled for. I’m sorry you’re being punished, but you have no one to blame but yourself. If you want to keep that attitude up, I’ll be happy to paddle you after I put the plug in. And I promise you, you won’t be making any more smart remarks after that.”

His promise sounded dire enough for Georgia to mumble an apology and keep her mouth shut as he spread her bottom cheeks. As he inserted the plug, her muscles fought against it and she couldn’t help but squirm and grimace over his lap.

“Relax, honey. It’s going to pinch a bit, and you’ll feel uncomfortable with it in, but like I said—”

“I’ll get used to it,” she answered for him, this time minus the attitude.

“That’s right, you will. Now, be still, and when I say, take a deep breath.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, ready? One, two, deep breath.”

She did as he instructed and, much to her surprise, felt the plug begin to slide into place. He was right; it didn’t really hurt, exactly. But it filled her up, spreading her tight hole and made her feel a bit achy, and for some reason, emotional. She had tears filling her eyes as he helped her sit up.

“Hey, what’s this?” he asked as the first one fell down her cheek. “Don’t cry, baby-girl. Overall, you did very well and I’m confident that this will be just the thing to teach you to behave more responsibly in the future.”

“I don’t mean to cry,” she sniffled. “Just… I hate that you’re always having to punish me.”

“Georgia, come on, now.” Sam scooped her up into his arms and put her firmly on his lap. “You’re a good girl. You just need a reminder sometimes, and that’s all this is. It’s for your own good—understood?”

She nodded, feeling only marginally better. Of course, she had a feeling that that had something to do with his arms being around her.

“I want to hear you say it—I’m a good girl and my daddy loves me.”

“What?”

“You heard me: I’m a good girl and my daddy loves me.”

“I can’t.” She turned her face to bury herself in his shirt. “It’s silly.”

“You most certainly can, and I want to hear you say it. Come on, baby.” His fingers tickled her ribs. “Come on.”

“Alright, alright, just stop it already.” She couldn’t help but giggle.

If anything, the tickling increased. “There’s only one way to get me to stop. I think you know what I need to hear.”

Still laughing, she slid over to dodge his approaching wagging fingers. “Alright! I’m a good girl and my daddy loves me!”

“Again.”

“I’m a good girl and my daddy loves me!”

“Make me believe you, sweetheart.”

“I’m a good girl and my daddy loves me!” The last one was shouted and by the time she was through they were both laughing and the dreadful butt plug was nearly forgotten.

* * *

A few hours later, she was sitting outside watching Sam and her dad as they worked together on the car. Thankfully, once they’d returned from the auto shop Sam had quietly excused them so that he could remove the butt plug. She’d been relieved to see it go, but she hadn’t been able to escape a loud moan as it had been removed. And sitting on her bottom was painful—she felt like it was still inside her, even though she’d seen for herself that he’d taken it out.