A Little Sunshine

by Abbie Adams

  "Sit up and let Daddy wash your back." He dunked the washcloth into the water. She laughed when it came up coated in a big pile of bubbles. He plunged it back under the water and brought it up faster, this time with only half the bubbles. "I asked you to sit up, angel." He reached up and shut off the jets when the bubbles seemed ready to overflow the deep bathtub.

  She hurried this time to do as he asked, clutching her knees to her chest, thankful for the covering of the white foam that hid all of her private parts. He rubbed the warm luxurious washcloth over her back, up and down and all around. It was amazing, and she sighed appreciatively.

  "Tell me about your trip so far. What have you done since you've been here? Have you been to the temples?"

  It was hard for her to think about what he had asked when she was in ecstasy by the simple back wash. While she was distracted with telling him about the tour she'd been on, he slipped the cloth around the front of her and started to wash her chest. It took her a minute to realize that he had tilted her back and was thoroughly washing her whole front, from her shoulders, over her sensitive breasts and down her tummy. She stuttered and forgot what she was saying when the cloth touched her mons. Instinct made her squeeze her thighs together.

  "Don't, sweetie. Daddy is just washing you. Relax. You've had a busy couple days. We're just going to get you washed and back into bed. I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked as he pressed the cloth down lower, separating her pussy lips. The washcloth was soft and smooth against her very sensitive clit and her legs fell open of their own accord. "Oh, but you do like this, don't you?"

  She didn't respond except to gasp in pleasure.

  "Silly girl. Like I said, we're just getting you washed up so you can get back in bed." He moved the cloth and began to wash each leg as he spoke. "Your behavior is not deserving of the pleasure you desire. Perhaps if you are a good girl, your next bath can be the fun, sexy kind, but for now, its purpose is just to clean you up." She wanted to complain. She had waited years for this and then he put her off.

  He had her foot in the air as he washed each of her toes individually. The position had her a bit unsteady on slippery marble. "I like this color," he said as if an afterthought, pointing at her Berry Sorbet polish.

  "Tiff said I had to have a pedicure before the trip. It was my first ever." If she sounded a little breathless still, he didn't mention it. She stared at his hands, at the muscles in his arms as he washed each toe diligently, anything to look at besides his face or his all-knowing eyes.

  "Other foot." He settled the first down again and took the other when she lifted it. "I'd like to paint them for you sometime."

  "Really?" Sunny held back the snort that almost escaped.

  "Yes, really." A sexy smirk lifted the left side of his lips. "Lay back and get your hair wet."

  She didn't hesitate to do as he asked this time. Sunny watched him as he moved to the shower to get the shampoo. When he sat down again he had a pile of towels as well.

  "Come on." He reached for her hand and helped her to sit up. "I don't know if you look more like a snow-mermaid or Santa with all the bubbles. Turn." He twirled his finger for her to move the way he wanted. Then he set to washing her hair. If the washcloth had been ecstasy, the shampooing was ambrosia. He massaged her scalp like a professional and she shivered imagining his large hands massaging her entire body. The throbbing in her temples and the pressure had seemed to subside at one point but a slight pain was still lingering.

  While he rinsed the soap from her hair she thought about the spanking. The idea to pinch herself again came to mind. But no. Her bottom still ached from the previous blistering. It couldn't get more real. More intriguing to her though was the bathing. If this had been another fantasy, the bath would have gone differently. Instead, Trent's actions left her with unanswered questions. Why had he washed her pussy, teasing her as it were, and then left her aching with desire? Was it just to see how she would react? Did he change his mind after he started? Maybe she wasn't as responsive as he'd wanted? Maybe he was having second thoughts.

  "Okay, up and out." He stood and opened a towel, reaching to take her hand and help her. She was slow to rise and when she did, she was thankful for the layer of bubbles that came with her. That didn't last long though. "This isn't going to work, is it?" he asked as he dropped the towel and reached for the hand sprayer.

  Goose bumps covered her bare skin when the soap was rinsed away. It wasn't because the water was cold. Trent—Daddy had adjusted it and it was just perfect. But his intense eyes scoured her body from head to foot as if any remnant of suds missed would be considered high treason.

  She crossed her arms over her pebbled nipples and thankfully he didn't say anything about it. He finally shut off the water and reached for the towel again. It was like a blanket in size and as thick as plush bath rug. After he wrapped it around her, he lifted her out and set her on the counter of the vanity.

  "Stay right there," he said as he got the other towel. He lifted it to her head and carefully dried her long hair. She had never before felt so cherished, or well, loved.

  Sunny pulled up the ends of the towel and dabbed at her face. She had an almost overwhelming struggle to keep tears back. Why she felt like she would cry, she didn't know.

  "You are tired, aren't you, baby girl?" He tipped her chin up and kissed her nose before lifting her once again. This time he carried her to the bed and sat down with her on his lap. "Here, take these Tylenol. You were supposed to take them when you first woke up."

  She wouldn't have dreamed of disobeying him then, so took them eagerly. Once she'd tossed the pills into her mouth, he handed her the glass of water.

  "Drink it all. And next time I tell you to do something it better happen when I say and not when you feel like it. Understand me?" With his eyes locked on hers and that tone of voice, she would have agreed to anything.

  Once she nodded, he picked up the hair brush. "Ah, good. It seems I'll just need to pick up a paddle at the market." When she tilted her head around to look at him, she saw the hairbrush and blushed. She'd never admit that she'd purchased the heavy wooden brush at an antique store simply because it had instantly brought scenes to mind of a disappointed Daddy using the flat side to spank his naughty girl. Thankfully, her Daddy only grinned and turned her head around as he started to sort out the tangled mess her hair had become. She practically purred the whole time he gingerly brushed her long hair. If she'd been lying down, she surely would have fallen asleep. It seemed he knew what she needed without her having to say a single word. Without anything further, he tucked her into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

  When he was gone, Sunny looked around to make sure he wasn't there. She pinched her arm. Ouch. What was that supposed to do anyway? She'd pinched herself in her fantasies and had still not been awake so that entire theory was pretty useless. However, she knew that she was awake and that she hadn't dreamed him there. She reached back to rub her aching buns and hissed aloud at the raging heat. Yeah, this was for real. She could definitely feel that. Then afraid he was still nearby, she pretended to be asleep until sleep came over her once again.

  Chapter Twelve

  "Are you ready for breakfast?" Trent's voice cut through her sleep-induced fog.

  She yawned and peered around the room until she met his eyes. How long had she slept? "What time is it?"

  "Eight-thirty, I thought we could do some exploring but we should probably get an early start before it gets too hot." He sat down on the side of her bed and brushed her hair back from her face. "More importantly, how do you feel? I know that was a pretty intense night."

  Sunny still had a hard time believing he was really there. How many years had she dreamed of him? Now, that she had time to think about it, she could remember times he'd seemed to search her out at Tiff's family get-togethers. Before she'd been so down on herself she tried to stay away from him because she'd convinced herself that he thought she was a freak, or just a childhood pest. Now, it all made se
nse. He hadn't thought any such thing. She realized that just as she feared he was judging her, he'd been afraid she'd be disgusted by his proclivities or perhaps saw him as nothing more than Tiff's older brother who'd threatened to spank her. God, how stupid they'd both been letting their unvoiced fears rob them of finding each other years earlier. Now everything had changed and they were not going to waste any more time.

  "I've never felt better," she said, smiling as she realized that even with a tender ass, she had never meant anything more.

  "I'm glad," Trent said, bending to kiss her. His lips were the only ones she'd ever want to feel against hers for the rest of her life. She ran her hand through his hair as his hand moved to press against the back of her head. When he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth, she moaned and opened her lips to admit his tongue. The sensation took her breath away but she didn't care. Who needed oxygen when he was her very life? He again proved to be a caring Daddy when he pulled away, allowing both of them room to breathe.

  "I've waited an eternity to kiss you, Sunny," he said, touching his forehead to hers.

  "I'm so sorry for ever running," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

  "No, baby girl, don't cry," he said, bending to kiss away the tear that slid down her cheek. "There is no more need to apologize." He grinned and bent to kiss the tip of her nose. "Besides, I'm warning you now. Ever try to run again and I guarantee that not only will I catch you, you'll go over my lap and I'll spank that beautiful bottom of yours. Understand?"

  She couldn't help the smile that came as his words imprinted themselves on her heart. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." He kissed her again and though she wanted nothing more than to drag him down into the bed beside her, he pulled away and then pulled her up.

  "Come on, we've got a lot of things to see."

  She gasped as she'd forgotten she'd been put to bed without anything to cover her nakedness. Trent just grinned. "God, you are so beautiful. It seems like such a shame to cover…"

  "No way," she said, giggling. "I got my butt blistered for being half-naked! I'm not about to discover what happens if I run around Cancun without any clothing!"

  Their laughter eased any tension she had initially felt and as he handed her items from her messy suitcase, she put them on.

  "Want to explain why there is only one flip-flop here?" he asked, lifting the lone yellow shoe.

  Sunny shrugged and told him how she'd lost it horseback riding. "You went horseback riding in flip-flops? I ought to spank you for being so careless…"

  Before he could continue, she burst into laughter and wound up sitting on the side of the bed, her hands clutching her sides. By the time she was done telling him about her fantasy where she'd received not only a spanking delivered by twin cowboys but also quite a doozie by her Daddy as well, he was chuckling.

  "That answers the questions about twins," he said and then it was his turn to tell her what she'd said in the bar.

  "Oh, God, I must have sounded like a complete ditz."

  "You aren't a ditz, baby," he assured her. "But as long as we are discussing it, what exactly did you mean by having a poopie bikini?"

  Groaning, she flopped backwards onto the bed and flung her arm over her eyes. "Just kill me now."

  Trent flopped down to lie on his side beside her. "So tell me."

  "No!"

  "Oh, little girl, it's not good to tell Daddy, no." She moved her arm from her eyes to see his grin.

  "You aren't gonna spank me are you?"

  "Nope, I'm going to do this." She squealed when he began to tickle her. Soon she was screeching and squirming trying to get away.

  "Okay, okay! I give!" He took her hand and kissed her palm as she calmed. "Man, I almost wet myself." That set off another set of giggling and he couldn't help but chuckle with her.

  "Well, I guess that would go along with the story."

  "Ew, you're sick," she said, and then told him about ruining her yellow suit and then went on to explain what happened to her white suit.

  "Aw, yes, the skittle-spots. I'll never look at a bag of that candy the same way again." He laughed and then shook his head. "Sounds like we need to go shopping for a new bathing suit."

  "Why? I'll probably ruin it as well," she said, half-serious.

  "Well, though I'd love to see my girl swim in nothing but her birthday suit, that won't happen when there is a chance anyone else might see her. And, this time, Daddy will be there to make sure you don't wander off into one of those fantasies and forget what reality is."

  "You… you don't think I'm screwed up?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  "No, honey. There is nothing wrong with having an imagination," he assured her and then gave her a grin that had her insides heating. "Just remember, I am the one who's real. I'm the man who wishes to be your everything."

  Sunny smiled and traced his cheek with her fingertip. "You've always been the only Daddy in my dreams."

  "Then, my sweet girl, wake up and let me show you how those dreams can come true."

  "That sounds wonderful." They spent another ten minutes kissing again until he pulled away, swatted her ass as he'd pulled her to lay on top of him and said, "Up with you, daylight is wasting, my little sunshine."

  * * * * *

  They had breakfast in the outdoor café. He'd jumped from his chair when Sunny squealed and then started choking. Lifting both of her arms above her head, he patted her back until she could speak. "Are you okay?"

  "Yes, thanks," she said and then squealed again. "Look!" she said, pointing towards the edge of the patio. He turned and saw the biggest lizard he'd ever seen sunning himself on the flagstone rocks.

  "Isn't he beautiful?" she asked. "He's even bigger than the other one I saw."

  Trent bent and kissed her cheek. "He's pretty impressive but you, my girl, are beautiful." He loved the way she blushed at such a simple compliment. She had no idea of how incredibly beautiful she was.

  They took a bus to the Mercado and spent the rest of the morning browsing through the shops. While Trent found it fairly easy to avoid the call of the vendors, Sunny seemed to feel obligated to go into every single store. He was in no rush and enjoyed just watching her shop. In one store, they found nail polish that changed color in the sun. She blushed again when he bought a bottle and added a bottle of nail polish remover and some cotton balls reminding her that he had every intention of painting her nails.

  In another, his interest was piqued when he saw a rack of bathing suits. Sunny was busy trying to decide what would be the perfect gifts for his nephews and sister. Grinning, he flipped through the rack and picked one. Calling her to him, he handed her the hanger.

  "Um, don’t you think that's a bit young looking for me?" Sunny asked, but her eyes had widened and her cheeks had flushed at the sight of the white and pink polka-dotted bikini.

  "I think it is absolutely perfect," he countered and after she dared step out of the changing room, he knew he'd been right. Twirling his finger in the air, he said, "Turn around for me."

  Sunny bit her bottom lip and slowly turned so that her back was to him. His low whistle had her blushing him but her eyes were sparkling.

  "You don't think it's a little small?" she asked, her hand moving back to tug down the fabric in an attempt to cover the small bit of her nether cheeks that were exposed.

  "Nope, it's absolutely perfect," he said, stepping up behind her and pushing her hand off her behind and replacing it with his own. "I adore both the fact that I can pop your little ass without having to pull down your suit, and this little skirt is absolutely adorable." He gave her a single pop that had her yelping and twirling around.

  Her eyes grew larger when she saw what he had in his hand. "Where did you get that?"

  "This?" he asked, holding up what appeared to be a wooden shark. "Isn't it great? Other people will consider it as a rather tacky cheeseboard but you—well, at least your little butt—and I will know it serves as a very effective way to remind you that
if you get distracted by some guppy trying to aid in your naughtiness, you can rest assured that this shark is waiting to take a bite out of your behind."

  "Daddy!"

  "Yes?" he said, pulling her back against him and bending to kiss a spot behind her ear. He loved the fact that not only had she not once hesitated to call him Daddy, she seemed to melt against him as he lowered his head just a fraction and gave her ear-lobe a nip. "Are you arguing with your Daddy?" he asked.

  "Um, no-no, sir," she said, her voice soft but causing his cock to jump.

  "Hmm, I'm not sure you aren't fibbing," he said, his hand sliding across the bottom of her suit.

  "I'm not, Daddy," she assured him and he loved the tiny goosebumps he saw popping up on her arms as he blew into her ear.

  "Okay, then, go change before I decide to bend you over my knee and see how much bottom I can redden without…." He chuckled as she ducked out of his hold and raced behind the curtain. When she reappeared, he had found a pair of pink sandals that he thought would go with her new suit.

  "Um, gracias, es muy bien," she said, as the clerk tucked their purchases into a bag. When they left the shop, she turned to Trent. "Um, what did she say about… about the cheeseboard?"

  His laugh rang out and he pulled her to him with one arm. "She just called me a gran tiburόn."

  "I know, but what does that mean and why was she shaking her finger at you?

  "Oh, it means great white shark and I guess she was telling me not to bite too hard." He continued to chuckle and shake his head.

  "And you think that's funny! Oh God, she saw you spank me!"

  "Nah, she saw me pop you," he corrected and then chuckled again. "And the funny thing is, you smiled and thanked her without even knowing what she said."

  "Hey, I was raised to be polite!" she said, slapping at his arm.

  "Oh, careful, little girl. Slapping Daddy usually leads to him slapping your tush." He chuckled again when she blushed and then giggled.