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I quieted her protests by placing a finger to her lips, effectively shushing her. Then I guided her to sit in the back middle seat and buckled her up before opening the door and stepping out.
“Why can’t I sit up front, Daddy?” She pulled at the seatbelt, but I swatted her hands away from the buckle.
I leaned in so close I could feel the warm puffs of her breath. She stared at me unblinkingly as I gave her thigh a quick squeeze. “Because you’re a baby girl and baby girls are supposed to sit in the backseat. It’s safer there, and I want to keep you safe.”
“You do?” The sudden look of longing in her dark, expressive eyes reflected my own deep desires for a partner.
I swallowed past the burning in my throat and nodded. “Yes, little one, I do.” Before the interaction could go any further, I closed the back door and got behind the wheel.
CHAPTER10
GEMMA
I couldn’t stop squirmingin the seat. The aching in my core was so intense I couldn’t stand it. I needed relief. Not another spanking.
Although, if I were being honest, the reason I was becoming increasingly excited and breathless was the knowledge that I had another spanking coming. And not just any spanking, but aproperspanking. Derek—Daddy’s—words from moments ago replayed in my head.
Proper spankingsounded serious, though I wasn’t certain of all it would entail. He’d mentioned taking me over his knee for a longer spanking, one that would no doubt be delivered on my bare bottom.
Would he scold me again? Would he order me to stand in the corner and think about my actions? Would he touch medown thereafter the spanking was over?
A fresh ache pulsed between my thighs, one so intense I couldn’t help but try to assuage the incessant throbbing. Keeping one eye on Daddy (I didn’t want him to catch me in the act, how embarrassing!), I slowly reached a hand up my dress. My thighs quivered as I pressed a finger directly to my clit, though I touched myself over my panties.
I pressed my lips tightly together to keep from making any noises. A moan built in my throat, but I held back, not wanting to alert Daddy to my naughtiness. Well, I didn’t know for sure that I was breaking his rules, but I suspected he would consider me touching myself a big no no.
In all the daddy dom romances I’d read, little girls who touched their privates without permission got into major trouble with their daddies. I was nervous enough about the spanking I had coming, and I didn’t want to incur any additional punishments. I recalled a novel I’d read where the daddy had smacked his little girls’ pussy lips a dozen times after he’d caught her pleasuring herself without permission. My pulse spiked and my blood heated, and the warm tremors between my thighs deepened.
I rubbed myself harder, faster.
But then I made a big mistake.
I released a half-gasp, half-moan, and when I glanced into the rearview mirror to see if Daddy had noticed my activities, my eyes instantly met with an icy blue glare. Uh oh. A quiver shot across my bottom cheeks, and I wrenched my hand out from underneath my dress. My face heated with shame over having been caught.
“Absolutely not. No touching yourself, young lady,” Daddy said in a scolding tone. “Not without permission. You ought to know better.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmured. “I couldn’t help it. I-I am just so achy and unsettled.” My face grew hotter still.
“Place your hands atop your head for the remainder of the car ride,” he ordered.
I was quick to comply and laced my fingers together behind my head. Would my mistake earn me extra punishment? As I imagined all the things Daddy might do to me once he got me home, my breasts started to feel heavy, and my nipples tightened. I was starting to ache all over it would seem.
“Good. Now keep your hands just like that. If you move them for even a second, young lady, I will pull the truck over and redden your bottom good, right on the side of the road.”
His threat caused warmth to pang in my center. I tried very hard not to squirm around in the seat. The last thing I wanted to do was make Daddy any more cross with me.
Excitement rippled through me as he pulled into the driveway of my new home. He’d been parked on the street in front of the house earlier, but I liked that he was parking in the driveway next to my car. For a brief second, I imagined that we lived together and were just coming home from breakfast and running errands. Normal couple stuff.
He opened the door and reached over me to unfasten my seatbelt, and I took advantage of his sudden nearness and inhaled deeply of his pleasing masculine scent. Satisfaction filled me when I noticed the massive bulge in his pants.
But just as he assisted me in stepping down from the truck, a tractor trailer came to a stop in front of the house. The horn beeped twice and a man in the passenger seat waved at us.
I tried to fight back the frustration that swept through me at the movers’ inconvenient timing. I waved back at the moving men and then turned to face Derek. Daddy. Hm. Should I think of him as Derek right now? Well, I knew I couldn’t call him Daddy in front of other people. That much was obvious.
I sighed as he gave my hand an affectionate squeeze, and my heart instantly softened toward him. He could no doubt sense my frustration and he was trying to comfort me. Even though I was certain he must be pretty frustrated himself right about now.
“They weren’t supposed to be here until around noon,” I said with another sigh. “I’m sorry.” What would happen now? Would Derek leave and forget all about the proper spanking he’d promised me? My spirits sank at the thought of him leaving.
“Hey, baby girl,” he whispered, “you don’t need to apologize. You also don’t need to look so sad. I’m not going anywhere, and as soon as I get you alone, you’re going to get that proper spanking I promised you.”
