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“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 to
o.
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.
“The only camera in this winery is focused on the bar and the register. You cannot see this table from any of the windows outside and even if someone were to walk in from the back, I would be able to hear them before they could see us,” he replied.
I wasn’t sure if he was telling me this to scare me or to comfort me. Maybe a little bit of both. I chewed my lip, not knowing what to say, but it turned out I didn’t need to talk at all.
“You told me you worked alone, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Who is the woman that’s been accompanying you everywhere?”
“The Fixer,” I answered. There was no hiding the open trepidation in the shaking of my voice.
“She’s someone important, isn’t she?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined softly.
“I take it she is dangerous,” he said.
