by Abbie Adams
They had lunch in a local restaurant off the tourist path. The food might not have been free but it was absolutely delicious. When the stores started closing their doors, Trent explained that siestas were really part of the locals' daily routine. When she yawned, he flagged a taxi and helped her into it.
"But I wanted to shop some more. I didn't get anything for the boys or for Nancy or Jean and they are always so helpful at the library."
"Honey, we'll have plenty of time to do more shopping. Right now, someone needs a nap."
"I'm not tired!" she exclaimed, lifting her hand.
"Unless you want to be tucked into bed with a red bottom, I suggest you seriously reconsider slapping me." It didn't take her a moment to learn that his tone was the one he used to indicate he was definitely not teasing as her hand lowered instantly.
"I'm sorry," she said.
Pulling her to his side, he placed a kiss on top of her head. "That's my girl." He smiled when she sighed and snuggled into him. By the time they'd reached the resort, he had to shake her awake. "Come on, sleepyhead, let's get you to bed."
He tucked her in without her truly ever coming awake. Removing his shoes, he laid down behind her, spooning her back to his front. She sighed and wiggled her bottom against him until she was comfortable. Trent prayed that she wouldn't continue to wiggle because he wasn't sure if he could take much more. His cock was rock hard and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to strip her and plunge into her body.
"You can do this," he muttered to himself. "Shit, you've waited for years, you can wait a little longer."
He was awakened two hours later to find her sitting astride him. When she saw his eyes open, she smiled. "Hi!"
"Hi yourself," he said, reaching up to cup her face and pull her gently down. This kiss was soft, his lips nibbling on hers and her tongue giving his lips little licks. It was doing absolutely nothing to calm his cock which was definitely awake and yet he couldn't have asked for a sweeter awakening. When he set her back, he could tell that she was aware of his erection as her eyes opened a bit wider and her cheeks colored.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"What?"
He chuckled and lifted her off, and then sat up. "I asked if you were hungry because I am starving! I'm betting I can eat both our shares and Tiffany's of that dinner buffet."
"Oh, yes, I guess."
When she didn't meet his eyes, he bent forward and cupped her cheeks again. "Sunny, we have time to really get comfortable with each other before we take that step. There's no rush, little one."
"But you-you do want me?" she asked, her green eyes showing her insecurity.
"Oh, Sunny, I've always wanted you and always will," he said, pulling her into his arms. "I just don't want to rush anything. I promise, when the time is right, you will have no doubt about exactly how much I desire you. I love everything about you." He kissed her and when he released her, her eyes looked brighter.
"I love you too." He smiled as she slid from his arms and hopped off the bed.
Trent stood, "Let me go change and I'll come get you, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy, but don't take too long. I'm starving too!"
* * * * *
When the door closed, she sat down on the bed again. Her heart was pounding. She had no doubt that this wasn't a fantasy for if it were, she'd have been naked and he'd have either been spanking her or be sunk deep inside her. Nope, this was definitely reality and it took her a moment to realize that this was good—no, not good—this was fantastic. How many men wouldn't have immediately taken her to bed and not just to nap? He wasn't only a great guy and a perfect Daddy, Trent was a gentleman.
Standing, she smiled and walked into the bathroom. By the time his knock sounded, she was slipping the last silver hoop earring into her ears. "It's open," she called out.
Trent pushed the door open and her breath caught when she walked out and saw him. God, he was the most incredibly handsome man she'd ever seen. She took a step towards him and then realized that he wasn't smiling.
"Um, are you okay?"
"Sunny, did I not make a lasting impression yesterday?"
"What?" She didn't miss the fact that he took a deep breath before he spoke again.
"Tell me, why did I spank you yesterday?"
Though she didn't understand his reason for asking, she did understand he expected an answer. "Because I behaved badly."
"How exactly did you behave badly, Sunny?"
Did he really expect her to list all those transgressions? "I thought you said once I was… um, punished, that all was forgiven."
"I did and you are," he said, still not having moved from the door. "However, when it is obvious the lesson wasn't truly learned, then I'll make sure it is repeated until it has been."
"I'm not sure what you expect me to say?" she said.
"I expect you to remember the reason why I had to bust your ass," he said, his voice a bit sterner and she felt the skin on that said ass begin to tingle. When she still didn't speak, he turned and made a show of gripping the edge of the door before flipping the security latch into its proper position and then shutting the door with a bang.
She jumped at the sound even as understanding dawned. "I'm sorry, I just put the latch like that so you could come inside if I was still in the bathroom." The look he gave her told her that excuse was not a good one. "I'm really sorry. I guess… no, I know that anyone could have come into my room. It was stupid. I won't do it again." For some reason, his nod did nothing to assuage the feeling that she'd really disappointed him. Making a decision that would set the tone of their future, she turned away and began to walk away. Before she took the second step, she was halted by his voice.
"I thought you promised never to run again."
"I'm not running, Daddy." Taking the last few steps, she returned and did what she needed to do, hoping that he understood why she was doing it. Handing him the brush she'd retrieved from the bathroom, she turned from him, reached up beneath her dress and tugged her panties down to her knees. Lifting her skirt, she placed her hands on the bend, supporting her weight and presented her bared bottom to her Daddy. She held her breath and closed her eyes.
"I hate having to spank you again," he said, and she felt his hand run across her proffered ass.
"I hate it too," she said softly. "But, you were right. I definitely need a Daddy who cares enough to teach me how to be safe. I won't feel good until you do."
A sharp clapping sound was followed by her yip as the brush connected to her rear. He only gave her two swats to each cheek but it felt like far more on her still tender butt. She slowly let out her breath and said, "Thank you. I am sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry to make you have to spank me again."
"I know, baby girl," he said, and she felt his hand running across her skin and saw the brush drop to the bed. "Show me you are sorry by keeping yourself safe. It would absolutely kill me if something happened to you."
She pushed off the bed and turned to fling her arms around his waist. "I will, I promise." Tears did escape but weren't because of her short spanking. They came with the knowledge that he loved her just as much as she loved him. She buried her face in his shirt and took a deep breath. "God, I've missed that."
"Honey, I don't think you've really had time to miss it. It's been less than twenty-four hours since I spanked you."
She giggled and tilted her head up. "Not that, silly. I missed smelling you. I love the way you smell."
His grin had her smiling. "That's just too cute." He hugged her tight and then bent to kiss her. "I think you smell wonderful and you look absolutely incredible," he said after releasing her. "But, it would be remiss of me not to get some food into you. Ready to eat?" he asked and she nodded, her guilt gone.
She blushed, pleased that she had packed her new party dress. It was a light blue chiffon with thin spaghetti straps and a tight fitting bodice that hugged her perfectly. The skirt fell from the high waist and its multiple layers allowed it to seem to f
loat. The hem came a few inches above her knees. The sunburn had miraculously turned into a tan, perhaps due to the bath, Epsom salts and aloe vera. She was wearing her new pair of silver shoes. Though they had a four-inch heel, she still only came to Trent's chin. "Thank you but you look good enough to eat." When he gave her a slow smile and his dimples appeared, she blushed again realizing what she'd said. "Um, shall we go?" Turning, she began to walk and then stopped. She shook her head as he grinned and slid his hands beneath her skirt.
"Let me help you, little girl," he said, his fingers sliding down her legs to where her panties hung forgotten at her knees. She quivered as he slowly pulled them up, feeling every touch of his fingertips.
"Th-thank you," she managed when they were securely in place and he'd lowered her skirt.
"You're welcome, though one day you'll discover how it feels to sit at dinner without panties covering your spanked fanny."
Her breath caught at his words and the vision that instantly popped into her head. Could he possibly have read a few naughty books of his own? Deciding it didn't she stood on her tiptoes and gave his cheek a kiss. "Yes, sir, Daddy."
Dinner was delicious and though she was offered a glass of wine by a waiter, she shook her head. "No, thank you, I don't tend to handle alcohol very well." Trent hadn't said a word but he'd smiled when she asked for ice-water instead.
They entered the bar together and Trent nodded when the bartender lifted a hand in welcome. They spent the next couple of hours dancing to the sounds of island music. She laughed as he twirled her, her skirt flaring out making her feel like a fairy princess. He dipped her low and brought her up slowly, bending at the last moment to kiss her as she was still arched back. Every cell in her body flooded with desire and when finally allowed to come fully upright, she had to reach out and clutch his shirt, her breath coming fast.
"Let's take a walk," he suggested, reaching up to take her hand. When she sank into the sand with the first step she took off the path, he knelt and unstrapped her shoes, her hands on his shoulders. He tucked a shoe into each of his pockets and then took her hand.
"I feel like Cinderella at the ball," she said, leaning into him.
"Because you lost a shoe?" he teased.
"No, because you are my true Prince Charming."
"I am honored, Princess Sunny," he said, bending to kiss her. "Just as long as you don't disappear at midnight."
"No worries," she giggled, looking at the watch on her wrist. "It's already half-past."
"Oh, a sassy princess," he said, his hand sliding down to cup a cheek. "What shall I do with you?"
Sunny looked up to find his eyes. "Anything you want—anything at all."
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, she was awakened by a knock on her door. Slipping out of bed, she went to the door and was about to open it when she thought about safety. If it were her Daddy, he'd have no need to knock as they'd procured an extra key for her room. "Who is it?" she asked and smiled when she heard his voice. When she pulled the door open, it was to see him standing with a tray which explained his knock.
"I thought I'd treat you to breakfast in bed," he said, bending to give her a kiss.
"But, I had to get out of bed to let you in," she said, with a giggle.
"Well, smarty pants, I'll just go…"
"No," she squealed, turned and jumped on the bed, sliding once more between the sheets. Sitting up, she gave him a grin, "Hi, Daddy, look, I'm in bed!"
Trent chuckled, shut the door with his heel and moved to place the tray across her lap. When she reached for the fork, he shook his head. "Nope, this is a full-service meal." He snapped open the white napkin and placed it over her front and she giggled.
"It looks more like a bib than a napkin. Exactly how old do you think I am?"
"Honey, you are whatever age you wish to be, but for right now, you are little enough to let me feed you."
A thrill ran through her as he sat beside her and picked up the fork. She'd never fantasized about this particular scenario and as he held a forkful of waffle to her lips, she found the simple act of opening her mouth and accepting the bite far sexier than she'd ever had been able to imagine. When he dabbed at her mouth with a corner of the napkin and then leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips with his, she knew she could definitely get used to being fed from his hand.
After they'd finished every morsel on the tray and she'd enjoyed her second cup of coffee, he told her that he'd made a reservation for jet-skiing. She'd never done that before and was both excited and a little scared.
"It will be fun, I promise," he said as he gave her another kiss. "Put your new suit on and I'll be back in a jiffy." She wanted to say that it was silly for him to keep his own room, but didn't want him to think she was begging him to sleep with her. He'd told her that he'd taken over the room that Tiff had paid for and she was glad that her friend wasn't out the money.
When he knocked again, she was ready. "Yup, as cute as a bug," he said when he saw her in her new suit, pink sandals and floppy hat. They walked hand-in-hand down to the beach and then he remembered he needed to put their valuables into one of the lockers provided a short distance away.
"You stay here in case the guy comes. Tell him the reservation is in my name and I'll be right back."
"Okay," she said and handed him her sandals, tote bag and hat. She watched as he walked off. Man, he was a fine specimen, she thought with a smile. Turning to scan the water, she saw a man bending over one of the jet-skis as he poured gasoline into it. Walking towards him, she waited until he was done before speaking.
"Hi, we have a reservation." The man straightened and his dark eyes gave her a once over.
"You are muy pequena," he said, using his hands to indicate her height and her size before he grinned and spoke English. "Honey, you have to be a bit bigger to ride one of these skis. They can be a bit much to handle and I can't let you get hurt. Of course, if you want, I can take you out myself."
Sunny blushed and when she saw Trent walking towards them, she gave the man a smile. "That's okay, my Daddy is going to ride with me."
"Oh, in that case, what's the name?"
"Trent Thompson," Sunny said. The man checked his sheet and nodded.
"Okay, but you still can't get on until your father gets here."
Sunny didn't bother to answer. Instead, she ran to meet Trent. "Is there a problem?" he asked when she reached him.
"No, but he won't let me get on the jet-ski until my Daddy gets there," she said with a grin.
"I see," he said and made her squeal when he scooped her up in his arms. She giggled at the look on the man's face when Trent walked right past him, waded into the water and sat her on the first jet-ski.
"You're her father?" the man asked, his eyes going from Sunny to Trent and back again.
"I'm her Daddy," Trent corrected. "Is there anything I need to know before we head out?"
The man looked up and grinned. "Just that you are one incredibly lucky guy." Sunny giggled and Trent nodded and chuckled.
"That I do know, anything else?"
"You've ridden before?" At Trent's nod, he continued. "Just stay between the buoys on the way out and back. Don't open her up until you get past the breakwaters. Oh, and make sure you bring her back safe." The guy chuckled and clarified, "I meant bring your girl back safely."
"I will," Trent assured him as he straddled the ski and looked back. "Wrap your arms around Daddy's waist and hang on tight. I don't want to lose you." Once she had her arms around him, he turned the machine on and they slowly moved away from the beach.
They bumped up and down and Sunny knew that there was no way she would have been comfortable attempting to drive one of the machines. "You okay?" he called.
"It's a little scary," she admitted. "I didn't think it would be so rough."
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Then just hang on, here we go." She screeched when the machine seemed to leap
into the air, freeze for a moment and then surge forward. Her hair was soon streaming out behind her as they flew across the water. The bumps disappeared and she laughed, clinging a bit tighter.
"Faster!" she screamed so that he'd hear her over the noise and he obeyed. It was the most exhilarating thing she'd ever experienced. They rode for an hour and she never once worried about falling off or being in any danger. Once back on the beach, she leapt into his arms and gave him a kiss. "Thank you, that was amazing!"
They swam a while and then claimed two lounges under an umbrella. Sunny purred as he massaged sun screen into her skin. "I think it's safe to guess that the huge bottle of aloe vera I saw in your bathroom was due to a sunburn?" At her nod, he continued. "What I can't figure out is why there is also a large box of Epsom salts. Is that some secret cure for burning as well?"
Blushing, she shook her head and admitted that riding a horse in a bikini hadn't been the smartest idea. He chuckled and patted her behind before he lay back on the chaise next to hers. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't roast." When she pushed up from her tummy and gave him a look, he asked, "What? I thought you said you trusted me."
"Oh, I do," she said. "My only question is are you going to make sure none of me burns or just making sure my butt doesn't turn red?"
"Ah, little girl, the only way your little butt will burn will be if I have to give you a spanking. As for the rest of you, I promise, I'll be looking over every inch of you from the top of your head to your cute little toes."
She giggled and lay down. Instead of falling into a fantasy, she held a real conversation with a flesh and blood man. They talked about everything from the best type of sun screen to what their favorite movies were. He was pleased to learn she really did enjoy watching sports and she was pleased to learn he enjoyed romantic movies that most men considered as nothing but chick flicks.
After lunch, he surprised her by taking her para-sailing. Though she had adored the feel of the jet-ski flying across the water, hanging far above it and sailing in the wind with Trent by her side made her feel as free as a bird. The views were incredible. The only flaw came when he pointed out some dark shape swimming beneath the water.
