Please Daddy(2)

“Don’t worry, you won’t be cold for long.”

“So we are going to some tropical island?” she asked, giving him the sweetest smile she could conjure. Perhaps cuteness would soften the look on his face.

He chuckled and released her hand only to place his palm against her lower back as they approached the car. “It’s a surprise but I guarantee you’ll be wishing our destination was the Artic Circle by the time I’ve finished blistering your behind for not obeying me this morning. You know perfectly well that I instructed you to take your coat. Pretending otherwise is as good as telling a lie.”

So much for cute, she thought. “But, Dalton, I was in a rush and…Ow!” She squealed when his huge palm connected twice, rapidly and quite audibly against her behind. “Please, Paul might see—”

“If you were concerned about your partner discovering what happens to a naughty girl who disregards her daddy’s instruction, you should have obeyed me.”

Colette flushed and was very glad to see Paul turning the corner where the underground parking garage was located. Her relief was short lived with Dalton’s next words. “Of course, Paul is an astute man so the fact that you grabbed your behind the moment you saw me exiting the car might be all the evidence he needs to figure out the consequence of your attempt at innocence.”

Swallowing hard, she felt her face flood with more heat with the realization that her automatic response had evidently not gone unnoticed after all. Had that been the reason for Paul’s funny little grin when he opened the lobby door? Did he know how her husband intended to warm her? Seeing Harrison with a smile of his own, knowing he’d have to be deaf not to have heard the embarrassing exchange, she had no response and climbed into the interior of the car. Dalton followed her in and settled on the leather seat as Harrison closed the door.

“I’d planned on us having a nice dinner and then giving you a bubble bath before tucking you into bed early so that you’d be nice and rested for our trip.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, Dalton’s eyebrow quirked yet again, causing her to squirm. “I’m really sorry,” she said, the tone of her voice changing to one not a soul who’d ever heard her argue a case before a jury would have recognized.

“I’m sorry too,” Dalton said.

She wasn’t stupid and knew exactly what to expect, and he confirmed it with his next words.

“Unfortunately, your naughtiness has not only changed my plan but requires the change of something else. Tell me, Coco, do you know what that is?”

Hearing the diminutive form of her name was the final step necessary to have her slip from the role of Dalton’s wife to that of his special little one. Fear that her decision to ignore his order had just cost her more than a tender bottom, she felt her eyes well. “Please, Daddy, please don’t change our vacation plans. I’ve been so excited about going, and I promise I’ll be the best little girl ever!”

Dalton reached for her, pulling her onto his lap. “Shh, that’s not what needs changing,” he said, giving her a hug before a hand dropped to pat against her bottom. “I’m talking about what’s beneath your big-girl skirt.”

Hearing he wasn’t planning on canceling their trip was so much of a relief that it took a moment to understand what he was talking about wanting changed. Another pat against her behind and his pulling an item from his coat pocket was all it took for comprehension to flood through her. Tearing her eyes from the item, she met his gaze.

“Why does Daddy help you dress every morning?”

She knew he wasn’t talking about choosing any one of the professional pieces of clothing she’d pull from her “big girl” closet. He allowed her to choose her daily wear when going to the office. No, what he was talking about was the only garment that he alone decided upon every morning. Looking back at the item dangling from his fingers, she gave him the answer he was seeking.

“Because you want to remind me that even though I’m a professional to the outside world, I’m always your special little girl.”

“That’s right. Daddy chooses your panties so that no matter how stressful your job is, no matter how frustrated you become with your heavy workload, no matter how your colleagues see you, you know that your daddy is just waiting to hold you in his arms and remind you of how very special you are.”

A rush of pleasure ran through her at the daily ritual they shared. It was a little thing, and yet he never rushed through it no matter how busy their schedules were. He’d make his choice and turn to her with a smile on his face. That smile never failed to make her feel loved and, yes, special to this incredible man and the dynamic they shared. He’d kneel before her, holding the panties for her to step into, never hurrying as he pulled them up her legs and never once failing to give her mons a kiss and her bottom a pat before drawing the chosen pair up to completely cover her. And he was right. She couldn’t count the number of times when she’d felt overwhelmed during her day only to close her eyes for the briefest moment, picturing the ritual and relaxing, knowing that in just a few hours she’d shed her worries and responsibilities, trusting her daddy to take care of her.

“Evidently Daddy picked the wrong pair this morning, didn’t he?”

His question had guilt flowing through her as she remembered the panties he’d helped her into that morning. “I really didn’t mean to be naughty, Daddy. I-I wanted to be your angel.”

Not responding verbally, he gently helped her from his lap. While Harrison expertly maneuvered the car through the congested streets of Manhattan, her daddy pushed both her coat and skirt up to rest at her waist. “Hold your clothing up.” She couldn’t help but glance out the window, praying the tinted glass would keep what was happening inside the car private. “Eyes on me, young lady.” Swallowing hard, she looked down and then watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear.

The pair of panties decorated with golden halos and inscribed with “Daddy’s Angel” across the rear were drawn down her legs, and she obeyed when instructed to step out.

“All right, sit down.” Coco shuddered as the cool leather of the seat met her flesh. Now seated directly across from her daddy, she felt another shiver that couldn’t be blamed on the temperature run through her as she recognized the incongruity of seeing her black Jimmy Choo stiletto heels being guided through the openings of the pair he’d pulled from his pocket. A grown woman, in designer heels, seated in a limo shared with an incredibly handsome and successful man…now looking down at the small scrap of fabric in the hands of her stern daddy.

“What happens when my girl is put into these panties?” he asked, slowly drawing them up her legs.

“You…you sp…spank me,” she whispered, her eyes on the white panties that also had words across the rear. Red words. Words that repeated what she’d just said. Bright crimson lettering that would remind her daddy that he needed to punish his little girl. Beautifully scripted letters on cotton that would mold to the curves of her buttocks and make their request known to anyone who saw the words “Spank Me” displayed across her plump globes.

“That’s right,” Dalton said, leaning over, pushing her thighs a bit further apart in order to place a kiss on her pussy. She felt a sense of remorse at her behavior mixed with the utter assurance that despite his disappointment in his little one, it didn’t keep him from completing the ritual or assuring her that, though she was in trouble, her daddy loved her. The warmth of the press of his lips against her chilled skin caused her insides to quicken instantly, and had her wishing the lovely kissing would continue. Instead, her eyes widened as he pulled back, settling again in his seat.

“Um, Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“You forgot to pull my panties up.”

“I didn’t forget. Sitting on your bare bottom and looking down at your panties will remind you that you’ve been a naughty girl.” When she started to tug on her skirt and coat, he shook his head. “No, Coco. Keep your clothes up and your eyes down.”

Her nether cheeks were chilled sitting on the cool leather but her facial cheeks heated at his order. Pulling her clothing back to her waist, she stared down at the panties.

“As you sit there, I want you to think about what is going to happen when we get home. Think about how Daddy is going to give you a very hard spanking until your cheeks are as red as the words across your panties.” He paused, and she saw his lips quirk as he added, “And, of course, you won’t be cold any longer as your bottom will be very, very hot. Isn’t that what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen to their daddies?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Despite the fact that she knew she’d be blubbering before he allowed her off his lap or up from the chair or bed he’d instruct her to bend over, she felt that tingling in her tummy again. God, what would Paul and her associates think seeing her now? Her clothing at her waist, her innocent looking panties visible, her bare bottom pressed against the leather? Her gaze drifted to the rear-view mirror to see Harrison smiling and giving a small shake of his head as if to say he was in total agreement with his employer’s decision. Blushing hotly, she dropped her eyes and took deep breaths, preparing herself for when they arrived home.