Her Hometown Daddy Page 4

  He truly was gorgeous. Lisa was tempted to just crawl right in there with him, but she felt uncomfortable about that. When they did it, the decision had to be mutual, and she was going to get his consent as soon as possible. Hopping down from the bed (she didn’t need to be quiet since Drew slept like the grave), she plodded from the room and made her way to her own bed. Stripping down to nothing, she crawled under the covers. It felt nice to be naked and all warm and cozy. The house was snug and comfy, but it couldn’t keep out every bit of the cold night air, and that added such a refreshing bracing chill to the air.

  * * *

  In the morning, Lisa woke with a plan of attack. Drew was going to succumb to her charms or she was going to know why not. Slipping on her terry cloth gym shorts, a big baggy t-shirt she kept around to sleep in, and nothing else, she headed downstairs. This day she made Drew an especially tasty breakfast of eggs Benedict, waffles, and bacon (not too crispy, just the way he liked it). The very second they were done, she was most insistent that she pay the rent. Her heart sped up when she saw the sly grin spread across Drew’s face.

  Oh, yeah, he wants me.

  She climbed onto her bed on all fours, spread her legs slightly, and lowered her head just a bit. Everything was perfect. She knew one very important thing about Drew: he was a hopeless romantic. If she threw herself at him, he’d reject her. The same principle applied to her state of dress. If she stood before him naked, he’d be disappointed. He was like a kid at his birthday; he loved to unwrap his gifts rather than just be given them. Now, in this position, Lisa’s shirt slid forward a bit, putting part of her free-swaying breasts on display.

  He gave her the full fifty. While hot and spicy, they still lacked something. He was up to about number thirty when she realized what it was: the scolding. The spanking was being done in silence, rather matter-of-factly, and thus there was no fire, no passion. It was a disappointment.

  Giving her the final swat, he sighed happily. “Man, Lisa, I got to say, this is totally awesome! I love it, it makes me smile all day, and I look forward to doing it all summer. Well, I got to get to work down in the shop. See ya.”

  Lisa let out a low growl and practically kept from the bed like a tigress to block his way. Screw romance, she was getting laid this time!

  “Drew, what the hell is wrong with you? I mean, come on, how obvious do I have to be? I want you! Don’t you want me?”

  He stumbled back a bit, clearly caught off guard by her movement and words.

  Heaving a sigh, he nodded. “That’s the whole problem, Lisa; I do love you. If you were anybody else, I could settle for a quick lay, but not you.”

  Her brow wrinkled. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! If you feel the same, then come on, let’s get it on.”

  “Lisa, no,” he snapped. “You’re not hearing me. I love you!”

  She froze, her hands gripping the bottom of her shirt. “Oh, shit. I get it. We’re talking capital L as opposed to lower case, that it?”

  Drew chuckled. “An apt description. I don’t want a quick lay, pity sex, or even a summer of sizzling action.”

  “Ah, you’re looking for the big C.”

  “I beg your pardon!”

  She smirked. “Commitment.”

  “Uh, okay. Yes, I’m afraid so. I know that might sound weird coming from someone so young, but—”

  “Not coming from you, Drew. Remember, I know you: Mr. Family man, Mr. Traditions. I’ve known you wanted to be a daddy since we played house together as little kids.”

  “Really?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, most boys don’t care for that, but you used to even suggest it. You were always a good daddy, Drew, and someday you will be again.”

  “Just not with you, right?”

  “Not my thing, not by a long shot. I’m here for a summer of fun and profit, and when the season is done…”

  “So are you.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Okay, I can respect that.”

  “And I can accept where you’re coming from. I’m actually glad we cleared the air. I was beginning to think either I’d lost my fire or you were gay.”

  He shook his head. “That’s a big fat no on both counts.”

  He headed out the door and she turned to get some clothes out of the dresser. A thought came to her and she turned and called out to him.

  “Just to be clear, you do want this body, right?”

  He turned to her, his eyes playing up and down her supple curves in the classic undressing her with his eyes routine. “In the worst way. But, if we had sex, you’d own me, body and soul, and I’d leave the island to follow you like a puppy.”

  “Ewww, no way, dude, not what I remotely want,” she said, recoiling as if he’d handed her a pile of worms. Then she grinned. “Still, it’s nice to know I’ve still got that special hold over you, my friend.”

  He smiled back. “Forever and always.”

  After that, their lives fell into something of a routine. Drew worked on the house and did his woodworking. Lisa worked, swam, tanned, slept, had fun in general, and got spanked every morning. But as much fun as that was and even though she masturbated after each one, none of them reached the same level as that special scolding-spanking.

  She hungered for the means to get another. It occurred to her to arrange a repeat of their night out. The problem with that was her work schedule. As the days became weeks, the crowds grew bigger, the lines at the bar longer, and her hours later. By the time the Fourth hit, a second bartender named Yuri had joined the team, and they were totally slammed the whole weekend. By closing on Sunday the sixth, Lisa was beyond exhausted, and truly buzzed. Several guests had invited her to share a shot with them, an offer she never refused, and so she staggered out the door something after two in the morning.

  After that, things got a little hazy. She had vague memories of linking up with a group from the restaurant, running on the beach as patriotic lights flashed by, more running, and then sleeping on a very lumpy bed.

  * * *

  Lisa’s face felt warm, but it also hurt. She scratched at it, which only made it feel worse, and opened her eyes. The images before her presented her with nothing but questions. She and three other people—two guys and a girl—were tangled together and lying on the porch of Drew’s house, he was standing next to them with a tray of coffee and juice, and her face was incredibly itchy. Oh, and her right sneaker was missing.

  “Morning, guys,” Drew said brightly. “Drinks? Toast? Eggs, maybe over easy so they’re all nice and runny?”

  “Oh, dude, not that,” Yuri said. “Just the thought is enough to make me want to hurl. Where are we, and who are you?”

  Introductions followed as they got coffee and Drew explained that they were on his porch and it was clear that they’d tried to come inside last night, but failed.

  “How could we fail to get through an unlocked door?” Vivian, the sous chef, said.

  Drew stepped aside and gestured at the window behind him. Lisa cringed and gasped. The screen had a number of small holes in it and her missing sneaker was stuck in the largest of them.

  “I take it you guys really tied one on last night,” he said casually.

  Brett (a server) rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand. “We must have; I don’t remember a thing. Look, dude, I’ll pay for the screen.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about it; I was going to replace it anyway. I’ll just add the cost of the materials to Lisa’s rent.”

  She sat up straight and clenched her butt. Extra! What would that entail for her tail? Her pussy quivered just thinking about what he might do to her.

  Everyone stumbled inside to wash, use the bathroom, and get some dry toast, the one thing they felt they could stomach. After that, her friends departed, and she climbed in the shower. Drew even offered to drive them home. They declined, saying the walk would help them clear their heads. Standing there, the water cascading across her body, Lisa felt better, but she also felt silly. She
’d kind of overdone it last night, and she hoped Drew wasn’t too upset with her. The phone rang. Instinctively, she reached for hers, but her waist was bare. She rolled her eyes.

  Shit, Drew still has an old-fashioned landline! Oh well, that’s the island for you.

  Drew answered it. She didn’t pay any attention until she heard him say the name Ken. Her ears perked up and she tried to listen. As the conversation got a bit heated, she turned off the water and crept to the door. From there she moved to the top of the stairs to hear better.

  Damn, what the hell happened last night?

  “Okay, thanks, Ken, I really appreciate this. I owe you, big time,” Drew said. A pause and he continued. “You got it. I’ll make both girls the nicest little hope chests they ever saw. Bye now.”

  He hung up and headed for the front door. Lisa twirled her hair through her fingers. What was that all about?

  She quickly dressed in her super snug tan hot pants and a casual t-shirt, and headed outside. Drew was hard at work on the porch, fixing the last of the porch posts.

  “Bit of a ‘walk of shame’ this morning, eh, Lisa?”

  “Hey, I didn’t have sex last night!”

  “You sure? Your t-shirt was on inside out,” he said with a grin.

  She shrugged. “So, okay, second base.”

  “Damn, Lisa, I’m no prude, but you really need to be more careful. I mean, come on, I care about you, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Remember, these tourists see you as an ‘island girl,’ a little nobody they can screw and then toss aside.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. Ah, did I hear the phone ring?”

  “What? Oh, it was nothing.”

  “Something about work? I heard talk of hope chests.”

  “Oh, yes, right. Just work.”

  “Drew, you are such a bad liar!”

  “What?”

  “Sorry, that came out wrong. I mean you’re bad at lying. I heard the name Ken, and that you owe him for something that went on last night. It had to be about me. Now, come on, out with it. What’d I do?”

  Drew set his tools on the railing and cleared his throat. “Well, it seems Ken got some complaints about you last night. Something to do with drinking with the guests.”

  “Well, yeah, lots of people buy me a shot when they have one. Ken’s never said anything about it before.”

  “He has now. You got a bit ugly and inappropriate, and he was quite angry.”

  “He fired me, didn’t he?”

  Drew nodded. “Yes, but I talked him out of it. Pointed out that he hadn’t told you not to do it, called in a few favors, and—”

  “And agreed to some freebies from your shop. Oh, Drew, you didn’t have to do all that for me,” she said, stepping close to stroke his hair.

  He smiled and took her hand in his. “Uh, yes, I kind of did. Remember… big L? Besides, it’s no big deal. Think of the free advertising I’ll get when Ken’s girls show off their chests. Wait, that doesn’t sound right.”

  Lisa giggled. “I get it. Actually, I still need to get it. There is the matter of today’s rent.”

  He cocked his head at her. “Really, you feel up for that?”

  “Hey, I’ve got a cast-iron stomach and liver. Besides, I owe you extra for… shit, how many things?”

  Drew rose and counted them off on his fingers as he spoke. “Saving your job, damage to the screen, burdening me with extra work, oh, and puking all over the rosebushes.”

  “I did that?”

  “Well, someone who loves strawberry ice cream did.”

  Lisa sighed and nodded. “Guilty. Man, that’s a lot of extra. Um, how about we work out a payment plan?”

  “What are you offering?”

  “I was thinking an extra spanking a day until you deem the debt paid.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he grumbled. “You like it.”

  “So? The only thing important aspect is that you enjoy it, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. It just seems like these should be… well…”

  “Ah, they should be actual punishments,” Lisa said, slowly nodding. She twirled a clump of her hair for a moment. “Hmmm, okay, tell you what, I trust you, Drew. I’ll accept a couple of special punishments of your choice. So long as they’re not too severe.”

  “Hmm, okay. That’s reasonable. I appreciate your trust, Lisa, and I’ll try to be fair.”

  Chapter Five

  They went inside and up the stairs with the intention of getting her regular spanking out of the way, but they never made it to the bedroom. At the top of the stairs, Lisa got a royally good scolding. She stood there chewing her lip, her hands slipping back in the classic protective stance, and she felt about ten years old.

  “Really, Lisa, making a mess in the bathroom, tracking water all over the place? I could have slipped,” Drew snapped.

  “Sorry,” she squeaked. “I was going to clean up, but… well, the phone call distracted me.”

  “Uh-huh. Well, you know what this means, don’t you?”

  She hung her head and sighed. “Another punishment.”

  “Two,” he said simply.

  “Two?” she squealed.

  “Bathroom and the wet floor.”

  She groaned. “Ohhh, yes, Drew.”

  Lisa then got what she’d been craving: a scolding-spanking, which (once Drew had gone) led to one kick-ass orgasm. After that, the day was hers. As it was the start of her ‘weekend,’ there was no rush, and Drew had said she would get her first special punishment sometime later. His vagueness drove her wild. Her first thought was to hit the beach again, but then she thought of something else. Slipping on her torn and tattered jeans (they had holes at the knees and one at her right hip that gave quite the tantalizing hint of her ass) and her paint-stained shirt, she reached for her flip-flops, but changed her mind. If she was going to be climbing ladders or walking on anything rough, she needed solid shoes. She went with her work sneakers. There was nothing better for lots of walking. Then she headed outside and found Drew.

  “Hey, my man, can you use a hand?”

  His brow wrinkled. “You want to help? Lisa, you’ve got a hard job already and you’re on vacation. Why help me?”

  “Hey, I used to help you and your dad plenty. I can swing a hammer, glue a PVC pipe, and even install an outlet.”

  “You remember all that, do you?” he said with a grin. “Okay, you’re hired. Come on, I just finished with the last porch post. You can help me paint.”

  Lisa beamed with glee. Together they got the paint cans, shook and jangled them about (just like his dad had taught them), and then popped them open. They started painting, and as they did so, they chatted. Now sure, they’d talked over various meals, and during the odd quiet evening in the living room, but those were few and far between and usually rushed. This was a quiet time, an unhurried time, and so they reminisced about old times. The warm breeze rustled through the trees, the summer flowers were in full bloom and quite sweet, and the occasional vehicle zipped by on the narrow road. Lisa brought up their times at the pond: the pipe and dam, catching minnows, and going fishing.

  She knew they’d had a great time when her stomach grumbled and she checked her iPhone. It was close to one o’clock. The old saying about time flying when you’re having fun might be a cliché, but it was also true. They headed inside for sandwiches and beer. Drew did love his Corona.

  Swallowing his last gulp, he burped. “Excuse me. Well, thanks for the help, Lisa, but now I’ve got some woodworking to do, got a job to finish.”

  “Can I come down and watch?”

  He shrugged. “Sure, but there’s not much to see.”

  Lisa smiled. “There’s plenty to hold my attention.”

  “Okay, I welcome the company.”

  Once down in the cellar, Drew set to work and Lisa took a seat on a pile of lumber.

  “Kind of a rough chair,” she said.

  “I’m not used to an audience while I work,” he said
with a smile. “I’ll make you a nice stool.”

  She smiled back, tried to get as comfy as possible, and watched him work, which was actually quite enjoyable. He was amazing! She sat in rapt attention and couldn’t believe her eyes. He would take plain lumps of round and square wood, work his magic on them, and presto, they became objects of beauty: long thin spirals, intricate dragon tooth patterns, and flowing curves and loops. How a big hulking man with large hands and big fingers could do such delicate work was a true mystery to her. Drew had magical fingers and she gradually focused on nothing but those delightful digits.

  Do their talents extend to any other field of human activity?

  “Want to come to the woodshed with me?” Drew said.

  “Ah,” she squealed, then caught her breath. “Oh, sorry, you startled me.”

  He chuckled. “Hmm, you must have been in deep thought. I need some supplies and I was wondering if you’d come help me.”

  Lisa nodded and hopped down. “Sure.”

  Drew headed for the stairs, but then walked by them and pulled a lever above him. Gears ground, ropes creaked, sunlight poured in through a new opening, and he climbed out. Lisa paused for a moment, once more in awe at his technical skills, and then followed. Across the yard, just beyond the clothesline and nestled under an old oak stood the woodshed. Drew lifted the metal latch and entered. Lisa stood in the doorway and scanned the snug little shack. A tiny window across from the door provided light and various racks and hangers held all manner of wood supplies on the walls.

  “Man, Drew, I said it before and I’ll say it again, you are some mechanical genius. Secret entrance to the cellar and it looks like you could eat off the floor in here.”

  He smiled and handed her some short pieces of red mahogany. “Thank you, my dear, I try.”

  He turned and gathered some other pieces in his arms and her back stiffened for a moment when she saw what was hanging from a hook behind him: an old cracked and worn leather strap. She swallowed hard. It seemed the old woodshed lived up to the standard cliché! Yet, gazing at the ancient implement, covered as it was in cobwebs, she relaxed. Clearly it hadn’t been used in years, maybe decades. Actually, thinking hard, it probably hadn’t been used in a very long time. Drew’s parents hadn’t believed in spanking, and she knew Grampa Steve had been an old softie. He’d never so much as raised his voice to Uncle Eddy.