Warrior Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  He grabbed a wipe and cleaned her up.

  “Daddy, no!” She tried to reach back for the wipe, her cheeks flaming red.

  “Hush, sweet pea. Daddy is just cleaning you up a bit before he tucks you into bed. Put your pacifier back in. There, does that feel better?” he asked once he had her tucked into bed.

  She nodded sleepily.

  “I’m going to get you some more water to drink. And a cool cloth for your forehead.”

  He stood, watching her worriedly as she lay in the bed. She meant so much to him, he hated that she wasn’t well. When he walked into the kitchen, he grabbed his phone and rang the number he’d saved in it for her specialist. He left a message for him to call him back then he carried another bottle with water in it back to her room. He sat next to her, holding her so she was reclining against his chest as she sipped on the water. She was asleep before the bottle was even gone.

  He slipped out of the bed without waking her and stretched tiredly. It was too early for bed, but he didn’t feel right just leaving her. Then he remembered the baby monitor he’d ordered. He moved back to where the box of stuff he’d gotten from the post office sat. He set the camera baby monitor up in her room. Not that he wouldn’t check in on her regularly but at least this way he would be alerted if she woke up or had a nightmare.

  He continued to tidy up as he waited for her doctor to call.

  * * *

  Her throat felt so dry. She groaned softly and rolled to her side, coughing.

  “Baby girl, you all right?” the masculine voice was surprisingly gentle and she immediately calmed at the sound of it. Daddy.

  “Thirsty,” she told him.

  “Here you go.” There was some rustling, then she was lifted so she was lying back against a firm chest. She sighed in happiness. No denying she loved being touched by him. A nipple was placed in her mouth, she sucked on the cool water gratefully. While she thought she should probably ask for a glass instead, there was something soothing about the nipple.

  She’d kind of enjoyed sucking on that pacifier too. All right, maybe there was no ‘kind of’ about it.

  He placed a large hand over her forehead. “Your skin feels a lot cooler, baby girl. But I’m going to take your temperature anyway. Here, hold onto the bot-bot, sweet pea.” He wrapped her hands around the cool bottle.

  She drew the nipple from her mouth as he rolled her onto her side. “No, Daddy.”

  “Yes, little one,” he replied firmly. “Don’t give me any arguments or you’ll end up getting your bottom smacked like earlier.”

  She let out a huff of annoyance, however she knew that wasn’t an idle threat.

  “Your doctor said to keep a close eye on you and that if your temperature didn’t go down by morning, I was to bring you in,” he told her. “So let’s hope it’s gone down.”

  She blinked as she realized that there was soft morning light coming through the cracks in the curtains. How long had she been asleep? Then she felt her bottom cheeks being parted and a thick finger entering her bottom.

  “Easy, I’m just getting some lube in here.”

  God. Should this turn her on? She knew there were people that liked anal sex, but she couldn’t see herself being one of them. Except as he pressed his finger deep, her clit throbbed and her pussy grew wet. He withdrew his finger and she felt a pang of disappointment.

  Oh, crap.

  “Now, here’s the thermometer, baby.” Something cool and solid entered her back hole and she tensed.

  “Uh-uh, just relax, little one.” He rubbed her bottom soothingly as he lay behind her on the bed. “Drink all of that bottle up.”

  “I gotta go toilet,” she told him, hoping that would get him to hurry up. She did not want to wait here for five minutes with that thing sticking out of her butt.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, sounding truly contrite. “I should have taken you potty first. I thought you might go back to sleep while I was doing this.”

  “I can’t sleep with something up my butt,” she protested, glaring at him over her shoulder.

  He tapped her nose, grinning down at her. He looked tired despite that wicked grin. “You did all the other times I took your temperature in the night.”

  Her mouth dropped open. He didn’t! Oh God, he totally had. Her cheeks flamed at the thought and she rolled her head around, latching onto the nipple of the bottle. More to soothe herself than because she was still thirsty.

  “Good girl. You look so sweet lying there with the bot-bot and Bunnykins. I don’t like it when you’re not feeling well.”

  Neither did she.

  “That’s five minutes, baby girl. We can take it out now.” He slid it free and she sighed. “It’s normal. Good. I’ll let your doctor know.”

  “You really called him?” she asked, trying to roll over.

  “Uh-uh, stay there while Daddy cleans you up.”

  She felt a cool wipe move up the crease between her butt cheeks and tensed. “Daddy, no!”

  “Nearly done. There, all clean, little one. And yes, I called your specialist. My baby was running a temperature. I want to make sure I’m taking care of you properly.”

  She rolled onto her back to stare up at him in wonder. No one had ever taken care of her like him. No one.

  Sometimes she worried she’d never find anyone who matched him. And she’d spend the rest of her life being disappointed.

  At least you have him now. Enjoy it while it lasts.

  He ran a finger down her cheek. “You had a nightmare yesterday and then again, during the night. You kept yelling at someone not to touch you. I’m guessing it was about what happened with my father yesterday.”

  “I can’t remember,” she said truthfully. It likely was about the run-in with his dad.

  You should tell him all of it.

  But she remembered the fury in his face as he confronted his father. She didn’t want to be the cause of him getting into trouble. And what was done was done, right? She’d just avoid being alone with his dad at all costs.

  He wasn’t going to be happy if he ever found out she’d kept something from him.

  So she’d just have to make sure he didn’t discover the truth.

  Yeah. That was going to go well for her.

  * * *

  Corner time sucked big time. She hated sitting here like a naughty little girl. It was made even worse by the fact that he’d made her remove her undies and skirt and lean forward on the stool with her nose pressed against the corner.

  She was being punished for not listening to him when he’d told her to remain in the car and then when he’d ordered her inside. She wished he’d just get on with it and spank her already.

  At least he wasn’t making her write lines. That could take forever.

  She sighed.

  “Are you thinking about what you want to say to me when you’re let out of the corner, little one or are you too busy feeling sorry for yourself?”

  How did he read her mind?

  She scowled, but forced herself to think of an apology. She supposed she had been a bit foolish getting so close to two angry men. One of them could have hurt her by accident. And Macca was right, he could take care of himself.

  Oh, poo.

  Okay, so maybe he had a point.

  “All right, little one. Come out of the corner now please and come over here. No, leave your skirt and panties there, you don’t need them for your spanking.”

  Rats.

  She trudged slowly over to where he sat at the dining table. He’d pushed his chair back so there was a large gap between him and the table. He held out his hand and drew her between his spread legs. She stood there, her pussy on display, her face hot and no doubt bright red.

  They hadn’t done anything since the other night. Not that there had been many opportunities. It didn’t have to mean that he didn’t want her like that.

  “What do you have to say to me, little one?”

  She stared down at her toes. “I’m sorr
y, Daddy—”

  “Uh-uh. You need to look at Daddy while you apologize,” he told her gruffly.

  She raised her gaze to him. “I’m really sorry, Daddy for being naughty and not listening,” she blurted out quickly. “I knows I could have gots hurt and I’m sorry.”

  “Good girl for apologizing,” he told her firmly but kindly. “You are very precious, sweet pea. You need to listen to Daddy so he can keep you healthy and safe. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d gotten hurt. It would have hurt me, you understand?”

  She sniffled, feeling tears well.

  “All right, baby girl. Let’s get your spanking done and then I can hold you in my arms and you can know that you’re forgiven.”

  She tried to move out from between his legs, but he tightened his thighs keeping her there.

  “Daddy?”

  He grasped her around the waist and turned her. As he was bending her over his knee, she saw the wooden hairbrush sitting on the dining table.

  Oh sugar. How had she missed that?

  She rested her hands against the floor to steady herself as she lay over his left thigh. He’d clamped his thighs together to hold her still. He rubbed her bottom gently then laid a heavy smack to each cheek.

  Ouch! Ow!

  Shoot. She couldn’t kick her feet like this. She was held too tightly to wriggle much at all.

  “This is going to be a harder spanking than you’ve experienced, little one. This time, after your hand spanking, you’re getting ten with the hairbrush.” He spanked her as he spoke, quickly building up a burn in her bottom. She let out a gasp then a groan. Tears welled.

  “I’m going to use the hairbrush on you because I want you to know, without a doubt, how serious I am about you obeying me. You could have been hurt. That is unacceptable.”

  Tears dripped down her face, as much from his words as the pain. She sobbed. He’d already spanked her harder and for longer than before. And he was going to use a hairbrush too?

  She wouldn’t sit comfortably for a week.

  “Maybe for the rest of the day,” he told her. Smack! Smack! Oh crap! “And you might feel it tomorrow too.”

  “Daddy, no more! No more! Owie! Ow!”

  “Ten more with my hand. Then the hairbrush.”

  “Nooo!” She couldn’t take it. She tried to twist around, but he held her still. She reached back with one hand, knowing it was futile. He simply grabbed hold of her hand, pinning it to the small of her back. Shit. Shit.

  “Daddy wants you safe. Always. Now the hairbrush. This is going to sting, baby girl.”

  The flat, wooden back landed against her bottom. She sucked in a breath and screamed as it landed again, in a different spot. Oh God. Oh God. It hurt so bad! She gasped in breath but he spanked her without a pause, covering her ass with that torturous item.

  She wasn’t even aware of when he stopped, she was too deep in her misery, her breath sobbing in and out of her lungs. Tears and snot dripped down her face.

  Bad. It was so bad.

  He rubbed her lower back for a few minutes, giving her a chance to come down. Then she was turned and lifted. He stood, carrying her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest. God, that hurt so bad. She felt herself lowered onto a bed and held against a large, warm chest. She cried, not caring that she was making a mess of his t-shirt with her tears, that her throbbing ass was completely on display.

  “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.”

  Macca moved away slightly and she made a grab for him.

  “Easy, just getting you a tissue, baby girl.”

  He cleaned her up and tucked her against his chest again.

  “Hurts. Sore. Ouchie.”

  “I know, baby girl.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “But it had to make an impact. I don’t ever want you in danger again. Sh, now. You’re all forgiven for being naughty. Just let Daddy hold you. That’s it. Good girl. You’re my good girl.”

  Those words soothed her. And the guilt she’d been carrying melted away.

  She liked how a spanking could do that. Wipe the slate clean.

  But she wouldn’t be telling Daddy that. Just in case he decided to give her more.

  17

  She held his hand the entire drive to the hospice, thanking the fact that he’d gotten an automatic rental car.

  Fear and sorrow were a sickening mix in her tummy. The call he’d just received hadn’t been unexpected. Still, she’d never wanted it to come. Penny was nearly gone. And there was nothing she could do.

  “You don’t have to come with me,” Macca said in an almost monotone voice. She was so worried about him; it was like he’d retreated into himself. He’d buried himself deep where she couldn’t get him.

  “I want to come, D—” she let that word die. He hadn’t called her baby girl, little one or sweet pea since getting the call and she took that as her cue to let things lie for the moment. He had enough on his plate without taking care of her. For once, she was going to look after him.

  Determination filled her. Her own sadness wasn’t as important as what Macca was going through. After everything he’d done for her over these few weeks, she owed him this much. He’d taken care of her when she was sick, helped her to explore being Little, he’d even brought her to pleasure when she’d never done anything in return for him.

  The fact that they hadn’t had sex surprised her considering the chemistry between them. She knew he was attracted to her. It was just that she was used to all the men in her life only wanting one thing from her. And the one man she truly cared about hadn’t even let her touch his cock.

  Don’t think about that now, Gigi. You can work that out later.

  They pulled into a park and walked into the white-colored building. While the exterior was austere, the interior was more welcoming. As they reached the door to Penny’s room, he stopped and took a deep breath then reached for her hand. He opened the door and walked in. She stepped in behind him, coming to a sudden stop as she saw the man sitting at Penny’s side.

  Well, what did you expect? Of course, he’s going to be here. Only, he’d never shown concern for Penny before so she hadn’t quite expected it now.

  He stood, the chair scraping back along the floor. She winced at the sound. Macca stiffened beside her. Maybe he hadn’t expected him to be here either.

  “What the fuck is that slut doing here?”

  “I warned you about what would happen if you called her that,” Macca said in a low voice.

  His father made a derisive noise but she thought she saw fear in his gaze.

  “I don’t want her in here,” he spat out. “I’m trying to have a few last moments with my mother and I don’t need to be sitting across from her.”

  Macca grew even more tense. She squeezed his hand. As much as she wanted to be here for him, and for herself, his dad had a point. Penny was his mother. She didn’t truly belong here.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ll wait outside. Come and get me if you need me.” She hated leaving him, but she didn’t want to create any problems.

  “Make yourself useful and get us some coffee,” his father barked.

  Macca turned to glare at him. “She doesn’t work for you.”

  “With the money we’ve paid her for doing nothing, it’s the least she can do,” his father snarled.

  “It’s all right. I don’t mind getting coffee.” It would give her something to do. Make her feel that she was helping, at least in some small way.

  Macca reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet, handing it to her.

  “Careful, son, wouldn’t go giving that whore access to your wallet, she’ll clean you out.”

  “You fucking—” Macca took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists.

  “I’ll be back soon,” she told him quickly, wrapping her hand down his forearm as though she thought she might be able to stop him from launching himself at his bastard of a father. “Just sit with Penny. Ignore him.”

  Macca turned his gaze
to her. His eyes were stormy and filled with pain. Her heart ached for him. She needed to bring him whatever peace she could. “Please, sit with your Nan. She’d want you here.”

  He gave her an abrupt nod.

  The next few hours were some of the worst in her life. And that was saying something. She paced up and down the corridor outside Penny’s room. Sometimes she went out and grabbed coffee and food. Then soon after lunch, Macca stepped out of the room, looking pale and shell-shocked.

  “She’s gone,” he said to her.

  She stood and raced for him, wrapping her thin arms around him, squeezing him tight. He buried his face in her neck but didn’t say a word. She murmured soft words to him. Wanting to reassure him that she was here.

  “Jesus, I thought the Navy would have hardened you up, boy. But here you are sniveling into the slut’s chest.”

  “You old bastard!” Macca swung around but she clung tight.

  “Don’t!” she told him. “Not here!”

  “Pussy whipped,” the older man snarled then strode past both of them.

  Macca took one breath then another. When he stared down at her, his eyes were dry but there was a lot of banked emotion in there.

  “He’s not worth it,” she told him.

  He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “I have to make arrangements.”

  She shook her head. “Most of it has been taken care of.”

  He gave her a surprised look.

  “When Penny was diagnosed, she set things up. She knew what she wanted.” She gave him a small smile, her own tears hovering. She blinked them back, knowing she had to stay strong for him.

  “I wish she’d told me.”

  She kind of wished Penny had told him as well, because she could see how it was eating at him that he hadn’t known she was so ill.

  “Come on.” She tugged on his hand. “Let’s get this taken care of and then I’ll get you home.”

  Once all the paperwork was done, and staff that had looked after his grandmother had been by to give their condolences, she led him out to the rental car. Now the tricky part. She didn’t think he should be driving; he’d barely spoken in the last hour. And while she could drive, she didn’t actually have a license.