Innocence’s Series Bundle (Innocence #1-3)(20)
I’d planned to spend my summer starting a cake pops business, but that was short lived. I started taking online orders and had set up times for people to come to the house and pick up their cake pops. Daddy wasn’t too happy about me giving random strangers our address and letting them come and pick up their orders when he wasn’t home. I wasn’t two days into my cake pop business when he pulled the plug. And I was up to 500 likes on Facebook! I also got a spanking that made it hard to sit down for three days.
I tried to bring up the idea again with options that Daddy might prefer, but every time I reminded him of the event, I was once again given a spanking. I got the worst spanking today and I have no desire to get another, but I don’t want to drop the issue. It’s gotten so bad that I’m not allowed to be alone at home anymore, hence my lying on his office floor, coloring while he has a meeting.
Turning onto my back, I tap one of my Mary Janes on the floor. I can feel the sugar from all the cake pops I ate during lunch course through my system. Daddy gave me a stern look when I ate my fourth one, but someone had to eat them. I wasn’t going to stop making them just because I didn’t have anyone to buy them. I’d hoped flooding the house with them would make Daddy clue in, but no such luck.
“We started later than we wanted, but I can promise you, the roof will be on before winter. We don’t want any snow falling into the open rafters. We’ll have it sealed up nice and tight,” Daddy says as if he’s trying to bore me to death.
“And when do you think the rest of the house will be finished? I don’t want to tell my little one about it until it's closer to being done or she’ll drive me crazy. You know how it is.”
“You have no idea,” Daddy says, and I have the feeling he is talking about me. Well, he’d better be talking about me. I’m the only person in the whole entire world he should have ideas about.
Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my hand and glare at him, but he still doesn’t look at me. I know he sees me. I can barely breathe without him knowing. Pulling a foot up to my butt so my dress falls open, showing my panties, I start tapping my Mary Janes again, louder this time. Surely this will get his full attention. I know I’m pushing it, letting my dress fall open like this, but I’m jittery and need him right now. Normally he would have noticed, but he’s once again so wrapped up in his work that I’m forgotten.
Both men turn to look at me, Daddy eyes harden and he gives me a look that does the opposite of what I’m sure he’s trying to get across. I feel my * clench at having both men’s eyes on me, but I only look at Daddy. I’m being a brat for his attention. In fact I feel like this is half his fault because he made me go this far to get his attention. Maybe he should get the spanking I’m sure I have coming when this meeting is over. After my actions, I’m pretty sure it is now.
“Haley, do you like tempting other men who aren’t your Daddy with your kitty?” I feel my face flush at his words. I can’t believe he just said that. Daddy and I never hide what we are, but we also don’t flaunt it in public. We live the Daddy/little lifestyle twenty-four/seven at home, but we normally keep it to ourselves when we are out. We aren’t ashamed of it, but we get it makes people uncomfortable. At first I wasn’t sure if the lifestyle was something I wanted all the time, but anytime I wasn’t in Daddy/little play, I just didn’t feel like myself. I don’t even like calling it ‘play’, because that’s not what it is between us. I love being his little all the time. It’s just who I am.
“I’m sorry, Adam. Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” the man says, and I smirk, thinking he is going to get up and leave, but he only leans back in his chair.
As Daddy rises from his chair, he keeps his eyes locked on me. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt, and then pulls it from his slacks.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and then cringe, hoping he didn’t hear me curse.
Before I have time to try to scramble to my feet, Daddy has his hand closed around the back of my neck. I’m just glad he didn’t remove his belt, but he still could.
“Don’t fight me, little Haley, You’ll only make me grip you tighter. Trust Daddy, be a good little girl, and take what you were asking for.”
Before I can respond, my chest is pressed down on daddy’s desk. Reaching under my dress, he pulls my panties down to mid-thigh, and then flips my dress up, giving him enough room to do what he wants but still have me hidden from the other man. “You wanted to show everyone Daddy’s kitty, didn’t you? You were begging for attention. Now you’ve got it.”
Stinging slaps splash across my bottom, making me yelp before I can respond to his words.
“Hush, little one.” I feel Daddy's hand rub over the burning spots. Then I hear the other man in the room shuffle in his chair. For a moment I completely forgot he was here. I’ve never been exposed to anyone other than Daddy like this before. The other man may not be able to see my ass, but Daddy has never done anything like this in front of someone else. Maybe it’s because this man has a little too. Excitement courses through me. Part of me loves the attention. I always love attention, but another part of me is thankful I’m not facing the other man. I’m sure I would die of embarrassment if I was. All my focus is on Daddy, like it always is, and I can’t even tell you what the other man looks like.