by Dinah McLeod
“Now, because I am a gracious and fair daddy,” he began. “I’m going to tell you why you’re getting spanked.”
Wait, was he teasing? That definitely sounded like his teasing voice now. She almost craned her neck around to peer at his face once more, but she didn’t, just in case she was getting her hopes up.
“I would like to know why you didn’t tell me that you got into the Master’s program you applied for.”
Before she could reply, her skirt was swept up and her bottom got a firm, sound smack. It didn’t hurt, though—at least, not nearly compared to how hard she knew it could—and she just caught herself before she laughed in relief.
“Well? I’m waiting for an answer, and it better be good, little girl, or you’ll feel my wrath!”
Yes, he was most definitely teasing her. Georgia’s body went weak with relief. “I was going to tell you.”
“Well, if you had, you wouldn’t be over my knee like this!” He gave another firm, albeit gentle swat to her pantied rear.
“Wait? How did you even find out?”
“I ran into your dad earlier today. He was just fit to be tied, he was so proud of you. He didn’t know it was a secret.” Another swat rained down, this one just a tad bit firmer.
“It wasn’t a secret! I was going to tell you!”
“Well, it’s too late for that now. The cat’s already out of the bag and you’re getting your comeuppance.”
“Sam!” she giggled as he swatted each cheek playfully in turn.
“Oh, you think it’s funny, do you now? Maybe I should break out the paddle.”
“No, thank you, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll even cry a little, if you want me to.”
“You certainly will if I want you to, you naughty little minx.” She got another playful spank for her troubles. “Now, why didn’t you tell me? I would have taken you out to celebrate.”
“I don’t mind staying in,” she practically purred, trying to turn his mind to more exciting things.
“Oh, I’m sure you don’t. And I’m starting to think you enjoy your spankings as well. Is that what it is? Do you like being spanked, Georgia?”
“Well, if you’d asked me before today I would have said definitely not, but I’ve never had this type of spanking before.”
He gave her another swift love pat. “No, I guess you haven’t. Maybe I ought to pull these panties down.”
Her breath hitched at the suggestion—then again, she wasn’t thinking about spanking, either. “Yes, please.”
Without warning, Sam flipped her over, yanked down the pink and cream lacy panties she wore and spanked her pussy, no harder than he’d swatted her ass.
“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned.
“Yes, you are quite the naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And what am I going to do with you?” he demanded.
She smiled, both at his husky growl and the fact that she could feel his cock pressing against her. “Whatever you like.”
“Yes, you’ve gotten very, very good at this.”
When his fingers plunged into her weeping pussy, she closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. “I could say the same about you.”
“Stand up, baby. Daddy wants a taste.”
When he removed his fingers, she eagerly stood so that he could pull her toward him and slide his cool tongue between her lips. “Mmm. Sweeter than rhubarb pie,” he said, comically smacking his lips. “Withhold something like this from me again, baby, and I’ll put a piece on that behind of yours until I can match the color with my paddle.”
She shivered, both from the threat and the fact that he was once again pulling her to him and kissing her most intimate spot. No matter what he used—fingers, tongue, or his big, hard cock—he was an expert at making her come. Her orgasm was quick in coming today, and she cried out while her fingers were intertwined in his hair.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now it’s my turn. Flat on your back.”
She slid down to the cool, clean cement at his command and spread her legs wide for him. Her thighs were slick with her own juices.
Sam looked down at her for a moment, his eyes roving her body in the most tender of caresses. Only when she was whimpering for him to join her did he lower himself over her and plunge into the depths of her tight, still spasming pussy.
“I love you, Daddy.” The words were out before she even knew she was going to say them. But she didn’t feel embarrassed, or sorry that she’d said it first. She meant it and it felt right for him to know it.
“I love you too, Georgia, my sweet, sassy little girl.”
Those words were almost enough to make her come all over again. But if they hadn’t done the job, his hard, fast thrusts did the job well enough to have her crying out all over again.
* * *
“Hi,” Georgia said in surprise when she opened the door the next day and found Sam at the other end. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Yeah, I know.” His boyish grin made her heart flip excitedly. “Are you busy? If you are, I could come back later.”
“No, I’m not busy. I just thought you would be. Didn’t you say something about a horse auction, or something like that?”
“Yeah. I decided to skip it.”
“Skip it?” she echoed in surprise. “What for? You were really looking forward to that.”
Sam shrugged a shoulder. “I know, but I just thought after …”
After I agreed to be your little, Georgia silently filled in the blanks, her face warming at the reminder. Not that she’d forgotten—how could she? It was the craziest, yet most exciting thing she’d ever done!
“I thought maybe it would be a good idea to spend some time together. Besides, there will be other auctions.”
Her heart swelled at the unexpected gesture. He’d mentioned the auction a few times since he’d learned about it and she knew that he’d been really excited about getting a new horse. It was unbelievably sweet and thoughtful that he’d forgone something he wanted to do to be with her instead.
“Well, I’ve got nothing going on. Do you want to come in?”
“Actually, I thought maybe we’d go out.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yes, really. What do you say to a little shopping and some lunch?”
“Shopping and lunch?” she giggled. “You’re trying to spoil me, aren’t you?”
Sam gave her a wink. “That is exactly what I’m aiming for, sweetheart. Do you need to check with your dad?”
“He’s in town himself, actually. I’ll text him from the car. Where are we going? The mall?” she guessed.
“Actually, it’s a boutique. It’ll be fun—trust me.”
“Ooh, a boutique. Sounds fancy.”
“I think you’ll like it.”
The drive to the boutique was a little shorter than the one into town, and before she knew it they pulled up to a building. The turquoise sign in loopy, cursive letters read ‘Just for Girls.’
“What kind of boutique is this?” She raised her eyebrows at him.
“It’s a clothing store.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s a hidden treasure.”
Georgia thanked Sam when he came around to open her door and they walked in together. From the moment they entered, she was a bit perplexed. There was a plethora of pink and glitter and rhinestones everywhere she looked.
“Um, Sam?” she whispered as she nudged him.
“Yeah?”
“Uh… I think this store is a little bit… well, the clothes are… kind of on the young side?”
“Yeah. That’s kind of the point.”
Georgia blinked at him, not understanding. Then, suddenly realization dawned and she felt her face begin to redden as it did. She looked around and saw mothers with their young girls in tow. Next to a preteen, she was the oldest one in the store. She shot Sam an embarrassed look, but he merely stared back calmly.
“Hello! Welcome to Just for Girls! Can I help you find something special?”
Georgia’s cheeks blazed with warmth as the sales associate bounded up to them. If she thought it was odd they didn’t have a little girl with them, she didn’t say so.
“We’re looking for a dress,” Sam answered without hesitation.
“Sam,” she whispered, her voice strained. “I doubt they carry clothes for… girls my age.”
“Oh, don’t be silly,” the girl laughed, not taking the hint to keep her voice down. “What size are you? You look like a twelve, maybe?”
She nodded, her eyes still on the floor.
“We carry clothes all the way up to size twenty!”
Georgia glanced up at her to see if she was being teased, then back down again. That was interesting. So maybe older girls shopped here after all. Still… it was a bit embarrassing.
“Why don’t you point us in the right direction?” Sam suggested.
“Sure, dressy clothing is to the back, on the left.”
“Thanks. If we need any help, we’ll let you know.”
“Sure thing.”
As soon as the salesgirl had walked off, Sam took her by the arm and leaned in close. “I brought you here because I wanted to have a special day for just the two of us. If you’re that uncomfortable, we can leave.”
She finally looked up, meeting his eyes. “Really?”
“Of course.”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Well… I do like dresses. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt… just to look, you know.”
“Atta girl.”
Much to her surprise, Georgia found herself quickly forgetting that they were in a store that consisted mostly of middle-schoolers and their moms planning their spring wardrobes. She had to admit, the clothes were cute. And they did have dresses in her size. Before she knew it, she was flipping through them with enthusiasm, showing her picks to Sam, who was standing back patiently and letting her take her time. She loved him for that.
“What do you think?” she asked, showing off a mint green dress with tiny bud roses all down the front. It had a nice, full skirt that looked like it was made for twirling. Funny—she hadn’t thought about twirling in a dress since she was ten, but being here with him brought something out in her that she didn’t quite understand. All she knew was that it made her feel young and giddy, like the world was a wonderful place to be.
“I think it’s pretty. Why don’t you try it on?”
Unable to resist the temptation, she eagerly agreed. When she’d found an open dressing room and slipped it on, she couldn’t help but beam at her reflection. The dress had cap sleeves and a modest neckline, but otherwise looked very much like something she would wear. She practically bounded out of the dressing room to show it to Sam, who looked just as pleased as she’d hoped he’d be.
“Beautiful, baby-girl.” He whistled appreciatively.
Giggling, Georgia gave a little twirl in her dress. “Can we get it?”
“We absolutely can. Why don’t you go look at some shoes to go with it?”
“Ooh!” she squealed before running over to the back of the store where the shoes were displayed. She knew she was acting every bit the part of a little right now, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt so free. And Sam had given her that. It was a bigger gift than he’d ever know.
In the end, they went to the checkout counter with two dresses, a unicorn nightshirt that he’d seen her eyeing, and a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. She’d selected them with a delighted sense of nostalgia. She’d had a pair years ago and had, in the words of her mother, worn them ragged. Sam also seemed pleased with the shopping trip. She’d never known a guy to be so patient and helpful on such an outing, much less to suggest it himself.
The same sales associate that had directed them to the dresses earlier checked them out.
“You’ve got a keeper there,” she’d told Georgia with a wink.
“Yes.” She’d reached for Sam’s hand and given it a squeeze. “I sure do.”
* * *
It was before noon the following day when Georgia heard a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?” her dad queried.
“No idea. I’m not expecting anyone. Are you waiting on a package?”
“Don’t think so,” he grunted, turning his attention back to his paper.
With a shrug, Georgia went for the door. When she saw Sam standing on the other side, she let out an excited giggle. “What’s this? Two days in a row?”
“What can I say? I couldn’t resist. Come here, you look beautiful.”
She’d been hoping he’d think so—she was wearing the dress they’d picked out the day before, along with her new Mary Janes. Just putting them on had given her an excited glow. She eagerly stepped into his embrace and allowed herself to be cuddled. Sam gave the best cuddles—he was so big and strong and she’d never felt so protected as when she was in his embrace.
“I like this,” he commented, tugging at one of her braids. “You should wear your hair like this more often.”
“Is that what you came over for? To tell me you like my hair?” she teased.
“No. I came for—” he bent his head to her ear and whispered, “—day two of your little transformation.”
Georgia furrowed her brow and giggled. “Oh, really? And what’s on the docket today? Do I get a pony?”
“Now, young lady.” He wagged his finger at her, mock-stern. “You know you are nowhere near good enough for a pony.”
Her giggles turned into full-blown laughter so loud that she almost didn’t hear her dad as he called, “Who’s there, Georgia?”
“It’s just Sam!” she called back between laughter.
“Just?” he repeated, shaking his head at her. “I can see we need a lesson in respect. It’s a good thing I came over.”
She rolled her eyes at him and turned to go back into the dining room, yelping in surprise as Sam landed a firm, quick smack to the back of her dress. She turned her head to glower, but he only grinned back at her, unrepentant.
“Hello, Mr. Miller. I was wondering if I could take Georgia off your hands for a bit?”
“Please do. I’m working on my puzzle and the girl keeps messing up my concentration.”
“Dad, I’ve told you, Sudoku isn’t an advanced crossword.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, waving her away. “Have fun, you two.”
“So,” Georgia said as she buckled her seatbelt, “what are we doing?”
“Hmm, I think I like keeping up a little mystery. But I will tell you that there’s ice cream involved, but only if you’re a good girl.”
“Any flavor I want?” she asked, her mouth already beginning to water.
“Any flavor.”
“Two scoops?”
Sam gave her a comically stern frown. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Are you at least going to tell me what I have to do to earn my one measly scoop?”
“You’ll see. I will tell you that we’re going to the shed. You’ve been warned.”
Georgia felt a shivery thrill shoot through her. His shed had quickly become a place featured in some of her best memories. It was where he disciplined her when she was naughty with his wall of hard paddles and punishing leather, but at the same time it was also where she’d experienced nearly every orgasm he’d ever given her. Which probably explained why every time he said the word shed, her body didn’t know whether to react with goosebumps and curling toes or a churning tummy, so she always experienced a strangely exhilarating combination.
She reached across the bench seat and took his hand. They sat like that in silence for the short ride to his place and she soon found herself walking into the shed.
“Here, this is for you.”
Georgia furrowed her brow at the black bandana that dangled from Sam’s hand. “Okay… what do you want me to do with it?”
“It’s to cover your eyes, silly. Come over here and I’ll tie it around you.�
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She went to him obediently and allowed him to cover her eyes. “A surprise?”
“You could say that, yes.”
“Well, if it’s not a surprise, then you can tell me.”
“Hmm, nice try. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.”
But ‘soon enough’ wasn’t nearly as soon as Georgia would have liked. She allowed Sam to lead her by the hand and then she found herself being hoisted up. She’d been in the shed enough times to know that he was laying her on the wooden table near the back. But today it had been covered with a warm, cozy blanket.
A gasp slipped past her lips as she felt Sam lift the hem of her dress, exposing her panties. He’d looked at them before, but there was something about not being able to see his expression as he did so that was both exciting and made her feel somehow vulnerable. Then, when his thumbs hooked into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, her entire body tingled. The man certainly knew how to plan a surprise.
Georgia bolted upright when she felt something warm and wet land directly onto her exposed pussy. “What’s that?” she yelped.
“Relax, baby, you’re fine,” he assured her in that deep, comforting voice of his. “Just lie back down and don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.”
Slowly, bit by bit, she inched back down until she was lying over the table once more. “What is it?”
“I’m shaving you, that’s all.”
She spluttered a surprised laugh. “That’s all?” she echoed.
“Yep. The blindfold is so that the overhead light won’t hurt your eyes. Besides, I think it’ll be fun for you to be surprised by the finished product.”
“Okay.” She forced herself to relax, as he’d instructed her to. At first, she felt kind of indifferent about the loss of the wiry hair that covered her sex. She was used to it, of course, but not emotionally attached to it or anything. But as Sam removed it with careful, gentle strokes, it somehow became something more. It felt intimate, sexy, and downright erotic. He was pampering her, in his own way, and claiming her even more as his little girl. The thought sent thrilling chills up and down her body and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you cold?” he asked, concerned. “We’re almost done here and then I’ll warm you right up.”
