by Abbie Adams
Despite her excitement about finally arriving at her destination, Sunny couldn't disguise her exhaustion. She had yawned repeatedly by the time she was checked into her suite and fell right onto the bed beside the patio doors facing the ocean. Hell, she was on vacation, right? What was that famous saying? Something about when in Rome? Well, since she was in Mexico and since siestas were the norm, she'd take a little nap and then scope things out in the evening when she felt livelier. She suddenly wasn't really sure how much she was going to feel like doing things without her sidekick anyway.
Toeing off her sandals, she slid beneath the crisp white sheet and tucked her feet up. Turning onto her side, she stared at the incredible view framed by the glass doors. The pillowcase felt nice and cool against her flushed cheeks as she settled down, thinking of the hot Mexican stud she had bumped into at the airport. If only these sheets had a manly scent to them, like hers at home. She always spritzed her own with Polo, her favorite men's cologne. She'd told herself that it wasn't her favorite only because it was the very same cologne that Trent wore. She would always recognize the scent because she remembered using Trent's once when she and Tiffany were snooping around his room.
Of course, it was a silly thing to do. It wasn't as if Trent couldn't follow the cloud of overpowering tell-tale scent-trail right to the culprits. They were younger then; she and Tiff were what, in the seventh or eighth grade? He'd threatened the girls with spanking them severely, not for the cologne but for going into his bedroom. The man seemed to have some very iron-clad ideas about respecting other people's privacy. She had finally come to realize that had probably been the exact moment her infatuation with spanking and her daydreaming had begun.
It was always Trent. She'd been fantasizing about him for as long as she could remember.
As her eyes fluttered shut, she focused on remembering his scent, his face, arms and physique, and her idle hands traveled down her belly to her small hips. Slipping her hand beneath the skirt of her sundress, she ran her fingers up her bare thighs. As they reached the gusset of her bikini panties, she shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. Pressing against the wet spot, she slowly slid a finger back and forth along the seam of her sex and moaned. There was far too much fabric in the way of her pleasure. Turning onto her back, she lifted her hips and slowly drew her panties down, her mind instantly picturing doing the same thing at the firm order of her Daddy. Just hearing the rich timbre of his voice as he spoke was enough to set her heart to pounding. The shiver turned into a quiver as she continued lowering her panties until she slipped them off. She gave a gasp as the sheet was tugged down.
"Naughty girl," she heard her Daddy speaking in her head. "What sort of girls have panties that are sopping wet, Sunny?" She moaned, imagining him taking the panties from her fingers only to lift them to his nose. Another moan sounded and another quiver shook her body as she watched him inhale deeply. "And, what sort of girl has panties that smell not only of her naughtiness but tell me that his girl has again been playing with Daddy's cologne? Answer me, Sunny," he said in a voice that brooked no nonsense.
"Nau… naughty girls, Daddy," she whispered, the very tone of her voice changing as she regressed into her little girl persona. "But I just wanted to smell your scent while…"
"While what? While you were being naughty?"
She could feel her face flushing as she realized that the scent of Polo hung heavy in the air. "Yes, Daddy. I-I'm sorry for being such a naughty girl."
"Oh not just a naughty girl," he said, giving her a look that had her blood racing though her veins. "A very, very naughty, nasty little girl." He tossed the offensive garment onto the bed and sat beside her. "Show Daddy your little pussy. Show me what made you so wet that you soaked your undies."
Her eyes captured by his smoldering ones, she whimpered, too ashamed to obey his order.
"Please, Daddy, don't make me show you," she whispered, feeling her face flushing as her core heated even more.
"You are already being naughty. Do you really wish to be even more so?" His hand reached out to slide up her leg, his fingers stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh, causing her sex to clench.
"I-I wasn't touching… not-not yet…"
Her Daddy wasn't interested in her feeble excuses. He had all the evidence of her naughtiness right before his eyes. His hand slid to settle against her hip. "Do you need a spanking first?" he asked. Fingers moved to slide beneath her to press against a small, pale buttock. "Does Daddy need to redden your little bottom before you obey?"
"No-no, Daddy," she managed, her stomach flipping and her sex clenching as his fingers gave her bottom cheek a squeeze. "I-I don't want a spank… spanking."
"Then mind Daddy and open your legs. Show me your pussy."
With a ragged sigh, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, she allowed her thighs to fall open. Though the slowly turning paddle fan hanging from the ceiling was barely stirring the air, it was enough to waft across her overheated core.
"That's my good girl," her Daddy said, his smile making her heart beat faster. He removed his hand from her bottom and reached out and took her hand, pressing his lips against her palm. "Now, show me where your wetness is coming from. Touch yourself."
Oh God, she was on the verge of climaxing without ever touching herself. He guided her hand to her center before releasing it. "Play with your sweet little pussy."
"But… but you said that touching my-my… that's a 'no-no', nasty and… that's naughty, Daddy," she stammered, unable to say the words, her fingers still not touching anything but air.
"It's not nasty or naughty if Daddy tells you too, little one," he said, his hand once more taking hers and pushing it down until her palm laid against her hot, wet skin. "Daddy wants to watch you play with yourself." She could feel another rush of liquid pooling in her sex and she moved a single finger to slide up the seam of her lips. A soft moan filled the air as her own cream made the slide effortless.
"That's right," he said, using his hands to push her thighs further apart. When she gasped at the additional exposure, his eyes met hers. "Don't stop. Keep playing. Daddy wants to see you come. Touch your clittie, Sunny girl. Make yourself come."
Warring emotions flooded through her. Her body was demanding she continue, her need growing by the moment and yet her mind was telling her exactly how naughty she was truly being. Her lust won out and her fingers moved to rub across her bud and the moment of contact had her back arching.
"Beautiful," he said, using his hands to slowly push her dress up her body. Another moan was issued as the fabric slid across her breasts until her nipples popped free.
"Ah, there they are," he said, giving her a grin that had her fingers moving faster over her clit. "I just love your beautiful little titties." The dress continued its journey until it was pulled over her head, leaving her completely nude, splayed in front of the one man who could make her do such a shameful, naughty, delicious thing.
As his head dipped and the tip of his tongue took its first swipe over a turgid bud, her fingers flew faster. He laved her nipple until it was glistening and he lifted his head.
"Now it's not just your pussy that's wet is it, little one?" She couldn't answer, but managed a small shake of her head and another moan as he began to lick and tongue her other breast. She could feel her climax building, the climb to ecstasy having her arching up to invite him to take more of her flesh into his mouth. Just before he opened his lips to draw a tight nipple inside, he lifted his head again.
"Put a finger inside your pussy. Daddy wants you to finger-fuck yourself."
Her entire body clenched at his command. Whimpering in protest but knowing she would obey the shameful order, she pushed a finger into her body as he drew a nipple into his mouth, pressing it against the roof of his mouth, his tongue lashing at it as he suckled.
"Oh… oh…" she moaned, her hips lifting. "Da-Daddy, please…"
Her fingers moved in and out of her sopping pussy, dragging her moisture up to her cl
* * * * *
A loud sound had her gasping and sitting up. From the bumping she heard, she knew someone had moved into the room next to hers which was confirmed when she heard a door open and a woman squealing. "Forget unpacking, I want a pina colada!"
"Anything you want, baby," a male voice answered and she knew the couple was outside on their own patio. "It's time to party!"
Sunny could hear their laughter fading as they walked away. Lying down again, she shook her head. Right, you were supposed to be dropping your belongings into your room and immediately heading out to have fun, laughing with expectation. Instead, she was alone and spending her time fantasizing about someone who didn't know she was alive.
Turning over to her side, she punched her pillow. It was time to stop this. Not stop fantasizing for she couldn't imagine going that far and there was an unsatisfied throbbing between her legs. There was no lingering scent of Polo, no Trent, and no definitely no Daddy. Those facts told her one thing; it was definitely time to audition new co-stars. No Trent left her free to cast that incredibly sexy hunk from the airport. Yes, Enrique. Hadn't he been wearing some sort of spicy cologne? Something with a bite to it? Something sultry and quite possibly a bit dangerous? Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift.
* * * * *
"Sunny! ¿Qué estás hacienda?" Enrique walked in the patio door, words rolling off his tongue that she didn't need her Spanish handbook to decipher. If not the anger hardening the plains of his cheeks, or the narrowing of his eyes as he stalked toward her, then his deep tone of voice asking what she thought she was doing surely let her know he was unhappy. He only spoke to her in his mother tongue when he was upset. Sort of a venting, until he could calm and find the English words she needed to understand him. His words were clunky, his accent clipped as he tried to find the words to convey his anger. He spoke slowly but firmly pointed to the door and continued over to the bed where she had instantly ducked beneath the white sheet at the moment he'd called her name. Her hold could not keep him from pulling off the sheet, exposing her.
"You lay here pleasuring yourself with no shame? Anyone could come by and see you."
Sunny scrambled, embarrassed and surprised, as she tried to cover her nakedness. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen her this way before and it wasn't as if he hadn't watched her pleasure herself before. Hadn't she just been fantasizing about him giving her those exact same orders? Despite telling herself that, she was instantly filled with shame because she knew he was displeased she was doing it without his permission
"Da… Darling, please, I am sorry…"
His displeasure about the door ensured her that he would not let her go with a warning on the other fault. When he held out his hand, and though she knew what was going to happen, she hesitated for only an instant before placing her hand in his as he helped her out of the bed. She had to hurry along as she tried to keep up with his much longer stride.
"You think you can soften me with your pleas. Maybe you don't believe I will deliver the punishment you need." He pointed at the corner.
Sunny knew better than to correct his broken English at a time like this. She loved his sometimes choppy sentences and romantic accent. But it was hard to take him seriously when he was lecturing her. However, when he slapped a hand across her bare backside, she had no problem understanding the seriousness of her situation. She hurried across the Spanish tile in the direction of the corner.
"You only call me darling when you want something. But will you like what you get?"
Shame burned her face but she knew that was the least of her problems. She was sure her other cheeks would be blazing much hotter before too long. Why hadn't she pulled the curtain across the patio doors?
"Ow! I said sorry!" She spun around to glare at him.
"I know you will be." He easily used her arm to turn her around and awarded her with a handful of rapid-fire swats before pressing her to the wall.
He leaned in behind her as she rested her head against the wall in the corner. His voice was warm and moist against her ear. "You do not listen to my words. You leave the curtains open and roll in your sheets pleasuring yourself. Maybe you want a stranger to find you?"
"Of course not, I just didn't think. I forgot, I—ow!" She snapped her head back as he slapped her bare backside again.
"Maybe I can think of a way to make sure you don't forget again? Maybe I'll make you pleasure yourself on the patio, so anyone can see. Would you like that, chica pequeño?"
"No, you know I only want you. I-I was dreaming of you while… I…"
Wait… why was the scent of Polo on the air? Enrique didn't wear that cologne. Only one man she knew… oh God, her Daddy was back!
"Touched yourself?" he suggested, "you were wishing it was my hand instead of your own when you played with your pussy without permission?"
"Ye-yes, Daddy. I'm sorry," she whispered, hoping he would recognize her sincerity. She knew what was to come and knew not to turn around unless he told her to. So she leaned back into his body, trying to make contact, trying to soften him but he was anything but soft. Every inch of his body was chiseled hard, from his chest to his abs, to the thick rod that could not be hidden by his jeans. It pressed hard against her back in between them.
His body was as rigid as hers was soft and feminine. Where she was small and fair, he was tall and dark; so, too were their personalities the opposite. She was playful and impulsive; he was stern and serious.
But perhaps, just this once, he would be willing to let this slide. His stance changed. Softened? His hands came to her hips and grazed her belly before one went south and other to the north.
She cried out with surprise and pleasure when he immediately plunged two fingers up into her tight little pussy. Oh, she wasn't quite ready, but the moisture from her previous solo adventure made her wet enough that it didn't hurt, well, not unbearably. She grasped his wrist and clung to him as her legs became useless in a hurry.
"Is this what you were doing? Were you finger fucking your pussy?" When she didn't instantly answer, he drew a sharp squeal from her as he slapped his hand against her buttock and drove his fingers deeper into her. "Answer me, naughty girl!"
"Yes, Daddy!" she wailed.
He flicked her clit with his thumb without stopping the in and out motion he had begun and she whimpered. Why was it he could control her so easily? He could stroke her so viciously and her body responded, just as he wished it. Yet, she had to work so hard at the same thing. Her fingers felt nothing like his thick ones as they filled her so much more fully.
"Ah…" She bucked and rode his hand frantically, as he pinched her nipple with his other hand. The mixture of feelings, fingers squeezing her nipples, her bottom rubbing his engorged shaft through his jeans, and his thick fingers fucking her mercilessly had her so close to the edge. She was spiraling fast—then he pulled free. It took a second to totally realize his hand was gone. Whining, she kept trying to pull him in and ride. She had no pride at the moment, just a desperate aching need. The muscles of her sex pulsed, clenching and contracting, longing pooled in her core, but she was left unfulfilled.
Her breathing was ragged for a few seconds before she could finally think and speak clearly. Somehow she was now facing him. "What? Why?"
"Hmm. You don't care who or what gives you pleasure? You think Daddy likes this? Little girls who play with themselves without permission don't deserve pleasure. No, you will go without and see if you like it. You can think about that while I blister your ass." He led her across the room, his hand at the small of her back.
"I said I was sorry." She pouted, sticking her lip out and fluttering her long lashes. "I didn't know how long you would be gone. I never do it as well as you do. Daddy, please don't be angry."
"Be quiet, Sunny." He guided her right to the bed and then without thought or care, pressed his hand against her back until she was bent all the way over, her upper half lying across the duvet. She recognized the position and conformed without a fight. She knew it wouldn't do any good anyway. He could mold her into any position with just the strength in his arms, but add to that his muscular torso and powerful legs and she was without hope of resisting.
Once she was bent over the bed, he backed away and Sunny lifted her head and turned to see what he was doing.
"Ouch!"
He obviously wasn't out of arm's reach, because he had slapped her hard across her full bottom. She slammed her head down again.
"Be quiet. Stay there." He pressed her back down and moved away again. This time he went to the patio doors and opened them both wide. Sunny realized she had never really been positioned facing this way before. But why was he opening the doors? If he was going to spank her, people walking on the beach would hear her cry and look in, and in this position everyone would see. The moment she'd had that thought, she understood. Possible exposure was another layer of her punishment.
A tear ran down her cheek and she brushed it back. She looked at him, not with fear, but something akin to it. Oh, she could never be afraid of him specifically. Even now he was probably out there breathing the sea air to calm down and make sure he would not be too harsh with her. She knew he loved her, but she also knew that he would think nothing of welting her ass if she deserved it. Damn, Damn, Damn…
It was crazy that she had laid down without closing the curtains. But, what in the world possessed her to try to play with herself while he was gone? She knew he thought that her body belonged to him, and it was true that she never pleasured herself as well as he did.
She watched him again as he leaned against the frame of the door and looked off at the ocean. He pushed his hair away from his face and peered over his shoulder at her. Thankfully, she was still in position. His eyes locked on hers and she knew it was almost time. Her bottom tingled, just thinking of the spanking he was going to give her.
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