Her Hollywood Daddy (8 page)

“Thanks...I think,” she said.

He ran his hands along the bottom edge of her shorts. “If you have more shorts like this, you’re welcome to bring them along. And any other little girl clothes you might have.”

She giggled into his shirt and pulled away. “I have a whole drawer-f of short shorts,” she said, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a handful of clothing, which she tossed at him.

He caught them and set them on the bed. “Where’s your suitcase?”

She pulled a suitcase out of the closet and handed it to him.

He placed it on the bed, unzipped it and started packing her clothes into it.

She had an ungodly amount of clothing, which didn’t surprise him. “We can always come back. So maybe just think about packing for a week. Bring your workout clothes, a couple dressy things, and then just short shorts. I’ll probably have you naked or in little girl clothes most of the time, anyway.”

She giggled, darting a shy look at him as she pulled a couple dresses from her closet. She threw some sandals and sneakers at him, along with a pile of underclothing and a cosmetic bag. “Let’s go,” she said. “I really want to get out of here. Even if you are going to spank me when we get home—I mean to your home,” she corrected.

He slapped her ass. “It’s your home too, while you’re staying there, sweetheart.” He picked up her suitcase.

“Oh, it rolls,” she said, lunging for the telescoping handle.

He pulled it out of reach. “Please,” he said. “I’m a man. I don’t need to roll a suitcase.”

She giggled. “Okay, big man.” She leaped at him, nearly knocking him back as she attached herself to him, straddling his waist with her legs. “But can you carry me and my suitcase?”

He bounced her higher. “That’s my girl,” he said, pleased she was letting her Little out. She tried to get down, but he didn’t allow her.

“I was just kidding,” she said.

He opened the door.

“Joel,” she said, sounding a little panicked. “Let me down. You’ll fall down the stairs and kill yourself. And all those people are down there.”

He set her down, not wanting her to suffer embarrassment.

Her mom appeared from one of the bedrooms. “So what’s going on, exactly?”

“I need Marissa to stay with me until we finish shooting the movie,” he said, although she must already know that part.

“Marissa—”

“I gotta go, Mom,” she said, walking toward the stairs.

He experienced a moment of pity for Marissa, that she had to run away from all her problems because they were too scary for her to handle. He hoped he could help her with that issue, but he also knew it was huge and deeply ingrained into her personality. It went with the submissive part of her in an un-actualized angry teenager kind of way. But his role now was to support, so he followed her down the stairs and out the door, putting her suitcase in the trunk of his car.

She sat in the front seat and fished a pack of gum out of her purse. “Want some?”

“No thanks,” he said with a smile, pulling out.

“No, seriously, you have to try it. It’s grape and lemon together. It’s sooo good.”

He smiled. “Okay, baby. I’ll try your gum.”

She beamed and unwrapped a piece, popping it into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he said. “This is good.”

“You see?” she said.

He chuckled. He drove to his house and pulled into the garage, cutting the engine. “All right, little girl. It’s time for your spanking.”

Her shoulders sank. “You were serious?”

“Very. Go to our bedroom and wait for me.”

“Our bedroom? Uh...okay.”

She looked over her shoulder twice as she walked.

He didn’t make her wait long, just pulled her suitcase out of the trunk and followed her in. She sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her fingers together.

“Take off your shorts, Rissa Roo.”

Her eyes lifted at the pet name and he thought he saw a faint smile as she stood up and unbuttoned her shorts. She started to pull them down, then stopped. “Shorts and panties?”

“Just shorts. I like to pull your panties down myself, and I like them to stay at your thighs.”

She dropped the shorts at her feet and stepped out of them.

He sat on the bed and patted his thighs. “Bend over my lap, little girl.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Rissa?”

She sucked her lip. “Do you have to spank me?”

“Yes, I do, little girl. Are you still sore?”

“A little,” she said. “And I think I’m more scared now than I was yesterday.”

He picked up both her hands. “Sweet girl. Yesterday’s spanking was a very serious punishment. Today will not be so harsh, as long as you’re a good girl and stay in position. Can you do that for Daddy?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl.” He patted his lap once more and she lowered her chin and bent over, her torso resting on the bed.

He slapped her delicious ass, fairly hard.

“Ooh!” she gasped.

He slapped her other cheek.

She expelled her breath with a big puff.

He spanked her again, and she lifted the pointed toes of one foot.

“Feet down,” he reminded her, although he found her pose cute in a sex-kitten kind of way. Sex kitten pretty much summed up Marissa Sparks. He lowered her panties to her thighs, making the perfect frame for her toned ass.

She squirmed on his lap as he began to pick up the pace, issuing little mewls of protest. Her bottom took on a pink blush, his fingers leaving red lines that faded.

*****

“Do you ever sass your Daddy, Rissa Roo?”

She turned to mush at the pet name. It made her feel so fully his. His hand crashed down on her upturned bottom again. “No, sir,” she cried. Why did his spanking make her feel like his, too?

“Do you ever use that tight tone of voice with me that you use with your sister and your mom?”

She hesitated. She couldn’t help that tone, it just came out when she was stressed. But his hand continued to smack her poor bottom as she deliberated, so she whimpered. “No, Daddy.”

“You don’t sound very convincing,” he said.

“Ouch.”  She rolled over his lap, her hip connecting with his stiffened cock. Evidence of his arousal made her squirm even more, suddenly aware of her own growing need. Her pussy pulsed, burning for his touch. “I’m sorry, okay?”

He didn’t stop or lighten up for a moment. “Rissa, will you be using that tone with your Daddy?”

“No,” she moaned, although she really wasn’t sure.

“You know what that tone tells me?”

“Ow! No.”

“No, sir or no, Daddy. Mind your manners little girl.”

“Ooh, ooh ooh, sorry Daddeeee,” she wailed. “No, sir!”

“It tells me my baby girl is upset about something that she’s keeping in, so the way it comes out is in a very tight, angry voice. Am I right?”

Suddenly it wasn’t a game. She really was a little girl who felt about two inches tall. She wanted to cry. She snorted, holding back the threatened tears.

Joel stopped and rubbed her burning bottom. “Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry you’re holding in things that upset you. I don’t ever want you to do that with me. It’s not healthy for you and it’s certainly not good for our relationship. Do you understand?”

Now she couldn’t help but cry, a huge sniffling sob taking over her breath.

He rubbed her back. “You’re my sweet baby. It’s important I always know what’s bothering my baby so I can help her feel good again. That’s my job, pretty girl. Do you believe me?”

She sucked in her breath and sniffed. “I w-want to believe you,” she said, sounding exactly like a six-year-old.

“Well, you can,” he said softly. “Daddies take good care of their little girls. You’re safe with me. Your feelings are safe. Your bottom is not safe,” he said with another hard but playful slap.

“Ouch,” she protested. “You’re mean.”

“No, I’m kind. I punish my little girl so there’s never any irritation that hasn’t been dealt with. Your bottom will always pay when you displease me,” he said, patting her tingling ass.

Her skin flushed all over, heat crawling up and down her arms and legs, her backside throbbing. She wanted him to touch between her legs, but he seemed to purposely avoid her pussy, circling all around her bottom and lower thighs without ever more than a brush on her nether lips.

“I’m going to finish your spanking with a strap. If you lie down and take it like a good girl, I’ll give you twenty strokes. If you’re naughty, I will start the twenty over.”

Her head jerked up and she looked over her shoulder at him, reaching back to cover her bottom as if he already had the strap. “I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”

He helped her to stand and shame washed through her. She stood with her head bowed, her fingers knit in front of her. Joel stacked two pillows from his bed on top of one another and pointed to the pile. “Lay over those.”

“But Daddy…” she whined. Somehow, she’d really become a child, incapable of any mature response.

“Now, Marissa,” he said, his voice hardening.

“Daddy, you’re embarrassing me,” she moaned as she laid over the pillows, her bare bottom high in the air for his punishment.

“Open your knees wider.”

She started to obey and then stopped. That would expose her pussy for the strap. “Please don’t make me do that, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Open them, Marissa. Daddy wants to see your glistening little pussy while he whips you.”

Reluctantly, she slid her knees wider.

He slapped her bottom and then dipped two fingers over her slit.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

But he withdrew them all too soon.

“Please, Daddy? Please touch me again?”

“No, little girl. When you’ve been naughty, you can’t expect Daddy to pleasure you before you’ve been punished, can you?”

“No, sir,” she said with a sigh.

He went to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a wide leather strap.

She shuddered.

“Yes, Rissa Roo. You earned a strapping.” The skin on her bottom crawled in anticipation of the whipping. Would it be easier to take than his horrid hairbrush?

He placed a hand lightly on her low back and swung. The whoosh of the strap flying through the air arrived just before the sound of its slap across her cheeks.

“Ughn,” she groaned, closing her lips and ducking her head into his soft bedspread.

He brought the strap down again and she gasped.

By the third stripe, the first one had begun to burn as if on fire. “Ahh,” she moaned.

He continued to leather her, making neat stripes down to her thighs and back up again. By the time he reached a dozen, she couldn’t stand the pain. No thought preceded it, she simply scrambled off the pillows and slid off the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going Marissa Sparks?”

She covered her face with her hands. “It hurts,” she whined.

“What did I tell you? If you took it well, I would give you twenty strokes, but if you didn’t cooperate, we would start over from the beginning.”

“No-o,” she moaned. She rubbed her smarting ass. “I can’t. It hurts, Daddy. Please don’t spank me anymore.”

“Marissa, twenty strokes with my strap is not too much to take for the way you misbehaved today. Now lie back over these pillows or Daddy will have to get very stern with you.”

She moaned. “Don’t be stern, Daddy,” she wailed as she climbed onto the bed and laid back over the pillows. She caught the glimmer of a smile when she stole a glance at his face.

“That’s better.” He didn’t even wait a beat. The leather strap came sailing down across her cheeks, picking up where he’d left off, except that he began the count at one again.

She squeezed her eyes closed so tight, little starbursts danced around the edges. She squeezed her bottom, too, not that it provided any protection whatsoever.

“Daddy is not happy with that little walking away in the middle of punishment stunt you just pulled,” he said.

“Sor-ry.” She really was sorry. Not just for the extra spanks it cost her, but she was embarrassed that she hadn’t been able to take it. She crossed one ankle over the other and tried to hold her feet down while her poor bottom absorbed the whipping.  

When the twenty strokes finished at last, he stood silent.

She lifted her head to find him simply gazing at her, his eyes dark.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said in a small voice, reaching back to rub her throbbing bottom.

“I know you are, peanut. It’s forgiven now. Daddy forgives his little girl.”

Even though she knew he was just playing a part, the words warmed her chest. What was wrong with her? It frightened her how much she seemed to crave his approval.

“I want you to just rest here for a few minutes, but stay in position. Okay?”