Even now, there was one just outside the coffee shop window and when Jaxon saw him, he wound an arm protectively around me.
“What do you think the people would say if they knew that pretty little pussy was bare underneath your skirt, little girl?” he whispered into my ear and I shuddered hard against him.
“Daddy,” I whined, pressing my lips against his chest in order to muffle myself as much as possible. I didn’t want anyone else to hear what I called him, and he chuckled lightly, likely guessing the direction of my thoughts.
His fingers squeezed me tight once more and the two of us took a seat at a table in the corner so that we could enjoy our coffee before going on about our day.
“You booked the day off today, correct?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m off until Friday,” I answered.
He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out an envelope.
“I have a gift for you,” he began.
“You spoil me,” I replied with a soft blush.
“Open the envelope. There are instructions to follow inside,” he continued, and a nervous energy started to simmer somewhere deep inside me. There was a dark edge to his voice and my core rolled with desire at what the day may bring.
“Instructions?”
“Yes. Question me again and I’ll take you out to the limo for a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls who feel a need to question their daddies,” he chided firmly. His eyes flashed once, and I fidgeted, already sore and wet from the limo ride from my house to the café with him this morning.
Quickly, I reached for the envelope and pulled out a thick sheet of paper, wanting to avoid another painful session that day. I hardly got a chance to see what it was before he started explaining what it was.
“That is your itinerary for the day. I’ve arranged for you to receive the VIP treatment at the very best spa in the city, but that’s not all you’re going to be doing,” he explained, and I knewat once that he had far more nefarious intentions in mind by the way his voice had dropped.
“What else am I to be doing?” I asked anxiously and he leaned in closer to me, focusing all his attention on me, making my nerves spike hard. That kind of focus always felt inherently dangerous, but I knew that it was one of the things that drove me crazy about him.
“I’ve signed you up for five different treatments today, from a deep tissue massage and a facial and more, but between each one you will be taken to a private relaxation area where you can soak in a tub, shower with aromatherapy oils, the works. Once you are left alone, you will bring yourself to climax before an attendant comes to fetch you for your next treatment,” he continued firmly.
“But I…” I protested.
“I’m not finished, little girl,” he scolded gently.
I swallowed past the dryness of my mouth.
“You will record each time you touch yourself, with video. If there are not five videos on your phone by the time your spa day is over, you will be spending the night over my knee for a very long session with Daddy’s brand-new wooden paddle,” he finished.
I blanched with fear.
“Wooden paddle?”
“Yes, little girl. Imagine how much a paddling on your bare little bottom is going to hurt if you disobey Daddy’s instructions.”
My fingers curled against the thick sheet of paper. They shook just the slightest bit. His words dug at my insides and I quaked nervously. That kind of spanking would no doubt be very painful. I didn’t want to earn something like that. I’d do whatever it took to avoid it.
“Do you understand I’ve asked of you, little girl?” he pressed.
I chewed my lip.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I answered, well aware of my bareness beneath my skirt and just how wet his words had made me. Even though my nipples were safely contained within my bra, they were hard and sensitive and practically begging for his touch.
“Come with me now. Daddy wants some time with his little girl before he drops her off at the spa,” he murmured, and my thighs trembled.
“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” I asked anxiously.
“The first treatment on your schedule is a massage, little girl, and Daddy wants to make sure that your bare little bottom is bright pink for when you lie down on the table completely naked just because that’s what he wants.”
