Spoil Me, Daddy(16)

“Are you alright, little girl?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. I used that endearment with her to know I wanted her to answer me or she’d be over my knee.

“I’m fine,” came her reply. I knew better than to let that go. I’d had enough ex-girlfriends to know that ‘I’m fine’ meant something was definitely wrong.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” A sudden thought came to my head, one that actually had me nervous. “Is it about last night? Do you regret what happened?”

I almost breathed a huge sigh of relief when she automatically shook her head. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to shout, “No! Of course, not! I just—”

The heavens must have been siding with her because in that moment, Ashley began to cry, and Mary used that as an excuse to put an abrupt halt to our conversation and leave me to tend to her with a million more questions in my head. I wasn’t going to let this go. She shouldn’t be bottling up her problems all to herself. She had to know she could talk to me. I was going to make her see that, that there was more to this than just sex. We had all afternoon.

It was three hours later when Ashley finally went down for a nap and Mary and I could talk once again. I asked her to follow me into my office and I went to sit in my chair, and she made a move to sit on the leather one on the other side of my desk. I was quick to shake my head.

“Sit on my lap,” I said, patting my thigh.

She froze for a second before walking over to me. With her legs dangling over my left thigh, she breathed out a comfortable sigh of relief while I wrapped a firm arm around her waist.

“Now tell me what’s wrong…”

“You sound like a dad,” was her immediate response. “Although I don’t really know how a dad’s supposed to act like. Mine was absent.” She was quick to correct herself. “Or at least, you act and sound how I think a dad’s supposed to be like…”

“That’s why you call me Daddy, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand on the side of her waist while the other wrapped around her nape. I wanted her to look at me, not to hide anything. “I’m here to listen and help you and give you whatever you need, whether it’s a good, hard fucking or a spanking over my knee.”

She was trying to stop herself from crying, but I needed to let her know she had nothing to worry about. Crying was okay, especially if I got to hold her as she did it. Softly, I moved my hands from her waist and neck to wrap them around her entire torso tightly, pulled her into me so her head was tucked beneath my chin.

I started to play with her hair, to stroke it gently, and it was then she finally broke down. She told me how she and her mother fought earlier, told me how she didn’t want to move across the country and that she wanted to stay in town and work at a pre-school. She told me how she could easily get a job here if she stayed, but her mother wanted anything but. By then end, she was all out of tears, and my arms were wrapped even tighter around her. I pulled my head away from hers before I began to kiss her on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. My arms remained around her, never letting go, and her hands had found their way around my waist and up to my back. She hugged me as tight as she could, and it was the most comfortable feeling ever.

“Everything will be alright, Mary,” I said. “I’m always here for you.”

She nodded her head, closing and opening her lips from time to time. Finally, she said, “Will you help me apply to the local colleges? I already did some research, and there’s one here that offers teaching certificates.”

I beamed at her.

“Of course!” I shook my head and told her she didn’t need to look so nervous asking me for help. I reminded her again that she could come to me for anything, and with that, I helped her off my lap and told her we were getting to work. “We’ll start right now!”

She thought I was teasing her. I definitely wasn’t, and I let her sit on a chair beside mine, gave her my laptop to work on. She started filling out the application, and after two hours of diligent effort on her part—I worked on my latest project beside her—the form was completed and submitted. I told her I’d help her research on the neighboring colleges as well, so at least she had a few to choose from.

“I’m relieved to know I have some options, that I might be able to stay in town,” she said, putting the lid down on the laptop. Sitting back in the chair, she looked drained.

She needed a break and a naughty idea crossed my mind. There was no second guessing though, and since I knew she would love it, I bent down, put my hands on her waist and lifted her off the chair and placed her ass down on my desk. I pushed the papers away, settled in my computer chair, and spread her legs wide. I heard her suck in a breath at the realization of what I was about to do before she took a fistful of my hair, squeezed, and let her head fall backward.