Her Hometown Daddy Page 5

  “Penny for your thoughts,” Drew said, stepping back in front of her.

  “Ah,” she yelped, jumping back and almost dropping her load. “Sorry again, just… thinking.”

  “I kind of figured that,” he said with a grin. “You had such an intense expression. Care to share or is it personal?”

  “Yes. I mean, yes, it’s kind of personal.”

  “No problem. Now, if you’d care to do an about face and head back. You make an effective wall.”

  “Third sorry,” she replied, moving. “I seem to be all thumbs today, so to speak, aren’t I?”

  “You’ve got stuff on your mind, which is perfectly all right,” he said, strolling with her.

  They reentered the cellar and Drew continued working. It soon became clear he was creating a platform rocker. It was beautiful.

  “Wow, Drew, you are something. I’ve sat here and watched you, and still don’t understand how you took those lumps of wood and turned them into that gorgeous piece of art.”

  “Thank you, Lisa, but I didn’t do so much. I think it was Michelangelo who said he didn’t carve a statue; he merely released it from its stone. That’s all I do, release the inner beauty of the wood.”

  “Well, you do a damn good job of it.”

  He bowed his head to her. “Thank you. Hmm, now that I’m done with this job, how about I finish with you?”

  “What? Ohhh, that,” she said and swallowed hard. “Um, okay, ah, wha-what do you want to… do?”

  “I’ve given it considerable thought. Go upstairs to the playroom and stand in the corner. I’ll be up shortly.”

  “The corner? Are you putting me in timeout?”

  He nodded. “Essentially, yes. The embarrassment of the act is part of the punishment.”

  “Ohhh, yes, sir,” she groaned.

  She plodded up the stairs, her heart pounding as she licked her lips. This was almost as good as the scolding. Once in the playroom, she stood in the far corner with her back to the side window. It wasn’t like there was much chance of a neighbor or passerby seeing her, but it could happen. If so, she did not want to know. The humiliation would be overwhelming! It seemed an hour before she heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, even though she knew it was far less, and her mind filled with images of what he had in store for her. Had he made a paddle, taken off his belt? Her toes curled inside her sneakers in anticipation.

  Then he entered, a chair creaked, and he cleared his throat. “Lisa, come and stand before me.”

  She spun like a skater on slick ice, her eyes seeking out his hands. They were empty. As she moved into position, she studied the area around him. There was a low table, painted in bright primary colors next to him, but it only had some old toys and crayons and paper on it. Now she truly squirmed, wondering what he had up his sleeve.

  “Yes, Drew,” she said meekly.

  “All right, I’ve thought it over, and decided to kind of ease you into the whole more severe stuff.”

  “What’s that mean?” she said, her eyes widening.

  He held up his right hand. “You get this for the first one, but it’s across my lap.”

  “What?!” she shrieked.

  Drew literally jumped. “Wow, not the reaction I was expecting.”

  “Sorry, you just surprised me with that.”

  “Sorry back at you. I thought you’d be grateful for not getting a paddle or something.”

  “I um, well, yes. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome,” he replied, and gestured at his large lap. “Now come here.”

  Lisa took a long slow breath as goosebumps crackled across her arms and legs. She just sort of floated into position and shivered as his hand made contact with her body. Why was that? After all, he’d done the same every morning. Then it came to her: the position. Never in her life had she been across someone’s lap, even when she’d engaged in a little slap and tickle with guys back in college. It was exciting, scary, and utterly humiliating. She loved it!

  Smack! His hand struck her pert little right cheek. Given their relative size, his fingers easily wrapped out to the far edge of her hip. She tingled. Two fingertips had landed in the hole in her pants and touched bare skin. She almost rolled her eyes. What was the big deal? She figured it out quite quickly: her position and clothes. It was that that was the only bare patch of her flesh he could touch. For now.

  Swat! A matching red handprint was added to her left cheek. Before she could react, two more landed dead center.

  “Ouch! Drew, come on, lighten up, would you?” she whined.

  “Young lady, this is a serious matter,” he snapped.

  Lisa pressed her lips together to hold in her moan. There it was, that blending, the spanking and scolding, and the two together sent her heart and pussy into almost instant overdrive.

  “I’m sorry, Drew, but I know to… behave now. I promise, I’ll be-be… good.”

  She bit down on her lip hard. It wasn’t due to pain. No, her words, her position, and his firm hand connecting repeatedly with her defenseless cheeks were all conspiring to drive her wild. His hand kept spanking, moving around so as to impact every square inch of her poor bottom. The sting grew, the redness increased, and the flames tickled her between the legs. Every time his fingers found their way to that hole in her pants, it was like pushing the accelerator on an engine. She was revving like a speedster at the Indy 500.

  “Please, please, please, Drew, I’ve learned my lesson! Never drink at work, never ever again,” she wailed.

  “Hmm, you sound pretty sincere, little gir—lady, but I’m not sure.”

  Lisa almost lost it. He’d started to call her his little girl. “D-drew, be reasonable. This is my first offense.”

  “Good point. All right, part two of your punishment is over,” he said, lifting her to her feet and rising to stand over her.

  “Two?” she whimpered.

  He removed the nice cushion (the big meanie), and pointed at the chair. “Sit! You will use those… ah, crayons and write one hundred times: ‘I must not drink at work.’ Do not rush, every single one of them is to be legible, or else.”

  “Eeep,” she squeaked, cringing. “Yes, sir.”

  Moving to the chair, she braced herself for the impact and slowly sat. She grit her teeth hard to suppress a yelp and reached for the crayons.

  Drew nodded. “Very good. When you’re done, bring your work to me. I’ll be working on the upstairs porch.”

  “Y-y-y-yes, Drew,” she choked out.

  Chapter Six

  Drew left and she set to work, and was truly tormented every moment she remained on the chair. The seat was particularly hard. As she sat there, every pulse, every throb of her cheeks was reflected off that firm surface and back into her body. She inhaled slowly, taking air in through her mouth and out through her nose as she tried to cool her jets. Two things occupied her mind: standing and fucking Drew’s brains out. Yet, she was bound and determined to keep it together and not stand up. Drew wasn’t there, so he’d never know if she did, and yet she didn’t want to. For some reason, she wanted to do right by him. So, sitting there, her pussy growing hotter by the minute, sweat running down her arms, she focused on her task. Somehow, she had no idea how, she managed to finish all of her lines.

  Lisa practically sprinted to her room and out onto the porch. Her throat tightened. There was Drew, down on his hands and knees working on the flooring. His butt, his tight magnificent butt was aimed right at her. Her thighs clenched and her pussy quivered.

  “I’m ready, Drew,” she squeaked.

  Shifting into a kneeling position, he sort of knee-walked around to face her. “All done? Let’s have a look.”

  She handed the pages over. He knelt and studied them, and she studied him. If she were any hungrier, she’d devour him right then and there.

  “Looks good, I’m proud of you, kid. Now, Wednesday, when you go to work, you will take those with you and give them to Ken.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Wha-w
hat? Drew, you can’t be serious. I can’t! The humiliation—”

  “Is a further element of the punishment.”

  “I-I,” Lisa stammered. She wanted to scream, to argue with him, to put her foot down and tell him off. She couldn’t. That tone, his face, and those dreamy hazel eyes made her crumble. She found herself saying, “Yes, sir.”

  He smiled. “Good girl. Well, I’ve got work to do. So, if you’ll excuse me?”

  “Um, sure,” she choked out.

  Myriad thoughts assailed Lisa. Sex, lust, hunger, sex, and an incredible urge to attack Drew right there and right now. She was willing to settle for masturbation, but with Drew working on the porch, she was even denied that. Dashing to the bathroom, she tried a cold shower and met with partial success. Then, as she dried off, she caught sight of her face in the mirror.

  Damn, those bugs last night really ate me up. Hmm, maybe Drew has some antibiotic cream around here.

  She found a cracked and dusty tube on one of the shelves next to the toilet, and smeared its contents across the bites. Her nose crinkled. The stuff smelled so bad it had to be good. Slipping her clothes back on, she went for a walk. She wanted to get her mind off of Drew. As she strolled down the narrow winding roads, her mind was once more carried back across the expanse of time. The homes became fewer and fewer, and the woods deeper and denser. Various trails meandered off to places unknown, and Lisa smiled. She knew where most of them went and her mind was again awash with happy memories of her youth.

  Is it still there?

  She hiked down the correct trail, a bit surprised at how much she had to duck. It seemed someone had lowered all the tree branches. Yet, she didn’t let that or anything else deter her from finding it. Coming around a curve in the trail, she came to a small clearing, and there it sat. The old clubhouse didn’t look so bad given its age. The roof was still intact and the walls in place. It sure looked smaller than she remembered.

  Damn, how did the five of us ever fit in there?

  Getting down on her knees, barely aware of the lingering sting in her butt, she managed to open the door. No password needed this time. She smiled. The table and chairs were still there. A remnant of a memory awoke in her mind. Crawling inside on all fours, she grabbed the red chair (her chair), and flipped it over. There, surrounded by fossilized bubble gum wads was her little handwritten scrawl:

  I love Drew forever and ever.

  She sighed. What was it about this place she hated? Why did she never want to come back? At that moment, in that place, she was hard pressed to think of a reason. She shifted to sit, wincing a bit, but relishing the blending of hot bottom with cool earth. The two together made her sizzle. She scanned the room. Time had not been kind to their pictures, sketches, and ‘equipment.’ There had been their laser guns, deadly blow pipes, tricorders, and thermal power units. Oh, and the maps and charts to their buried treasures, the elephants’ graveyard, and Paradise Valley (their secret hideaway from the adult world). All were either dust or battered remnants on the floor.

  Hmm, I wonder if I can remember where we buried our last treasure. Getting up on her knees, she moved to the head of the table and rapped on it. “This meeting of the island secret defense force is called to order.” Ah, those were good times, right, gang? We were like Christopher Robin in the Hundred Acre Woods, but we never knew it, never knew how good we had it. I kind of wish I could go back to that, even for just a little while.

  As with all good things, Lisa’s stroll down memory lane came to an end. The hour grew late and she made her way home for dinner.

  Afterwards, she thought about going out, and playfully asked if she was grounded.

  Drew grinned and rubbed his chin in thought. “Hmmm, good idea, and don’t you dare try sneaking out, little girl, or it’s a trip to the woodshed for you.”

  He laughed. Lisa laughed, even as an icy chill of terror and raw sexual energy shot straight to her pussy.

  Oh, if only you would!

  Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to speak of it. While she knew Drew shared her spanking fetish, he’d never hinted at being into anything more… severe. What if she scared him off? So, she held her tongue and they enjoyed a nice night of gin rummy and conversation. Then, despite it not being late, she turned in.

  “You feeling okay, Lisa? Since when are you in bed before ten?”

  “Just… ah, still a little drained from the weekend. I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

  They exchanged good nights and she went to bed. Lying there, her body’s temperature seemed to spike. She was flushed and sweaty, and her mind drifted between realities. Where was she and when? She couldn’t focus long enough to sort it out, so she cried out in a mixture of reality and fantasy.

  “Daddy, daddy Drew, I don’t feel so good,” she called out weakly.

  It took two more pleas, but there finally came heavy footsteps up the stairs and down the hall.

  “Lisa, what’s wrong?” he said, switching on the light. “Whoa, girl, what is that smell?”

  Trying to sit up, she fumbled for the bedside table and grabbed the tube of cream. “This. I put it on my bug bites.”

  Drew took it. “Damn, girl, where did you get this? It’s practically an antique. I think my dad used to put this on his bunions, like ten years ago! Hang on, I’ll take care of you.”

  “Such a good daddy.”

  He left, she heard the water run in the bathroom for a moment, and then he returned. A warm washcloth swirled across her face, then a towel, and then she felt those large yet supple fingers play across her skin. She felt better almost instantly.

  “There you go, little one,” he said. “Daddy will make you all better.”

  She managed a smile as sleep began to envelop her. Did he just call himself daddy? Did I say that out loud?

  That question would have to wait. Sleep embraced her and she was gone.

  * * *

  The next thing she knew, it was morning. Sitting up in bed, she touched her face and looked around. Her face felt much better and her room had quite the surprise waiting for her: one very large man asleep in a chair. Lisa sighed and smiled.

  “Oh, you sweet stupid man.” Reaching out her hand, she squeezed his knee. “Drew, wake up, it’s morning.”

  It took a few more tries, but he finally opened his eyes and sat up.

  “Oh, my aching back!” he cried, his hands flying back to grab his sore muscles.

  “Did you sit there all night?”

  “No, of course not.”

  Putting her hands on her waist, she gave him her ‘Oh, really?’ look, and he crumbled.

  “Well, maybe,” he said sheepishly. “I had to be sure you were okay. Now that I know you are, I can—ow!”

  Drew had tried to get to his feet and straighten up. That was a mistake. Crying out, he pitched forward and landed right on top of Lisa. While she had wanted to be under him for some time, this was not what she had in mind.

  “Drew, off, you’re crushing me,” she squealed.

  “Trying, Lisa, trying. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is in pain.”

  They both laughed. Drew struggled to get up on his hands and knees so that Lisa could at least wiggle free. She used brought her knees up to push against his chest and try to help without hurting him. It took a bit of doing, but she was finally able to work her way out, and then with a mighty heave, to roll him over in the bed.

  Catching her breath, she got a pillow under his head. “That’s not how I pictured us in bed together, Drew.”

  “Me neither, oh!” he yelped. “Will you help me up? I’ve got work to do.”

  “You can’t be serious. Drew, you’ve hurt your back. You need to rest. You helped me, let me return the favor. So, let’s see, what to do first? Ah, got it!”

  Lisa got the heating pad from the hall closet, brought him breakfast, and then had him roll over for a back rub. The whole time, she stayed in her skimpy little baby doll nightie. It was low and loose in the front, and she m
ade a point of bending over a lot. While the bottom was snug, it was little more than very cheeky panties. Between the back rub, the heating pad, and a nice pot of hot tea, Drew became very relaxed and fell asleep. Lisa was tempted to get dressed, but then she realized that if she wanted to truly tempt Drew, she should stay in her nightie. It was mid-morning before he woke, and she was right there to greet him.

  “Ohhh, this is just about a perfect morning,” he said with a smile. “Full belly, feeling better, and a lovely lady to greet me.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way, Drew, I have something to say to you.”

  His eyebrows went up. “Oh? What’s up, Lisa? You got quite the serious look.”

  “You remember when we discussed… intimacy and the fact that we couldn’t… go there because of… well, we were pretty much at different places in our lives?”

  “Yeah, I remember it only too well,” he said, the hurt clear in his voice.

  She lowered her eyes for a moment and then raised them to meet his. “Well, we aren’t anymore.”

  “What are you saying, Lisa? You’re ready to make a commitment?”

  “Maybe,” she said, practically blurting it out. “I’ll be honest with you, Drew, I’m just not sure, but I do know I want to be with you and only you, at least for now. Can you accept that?”

  He smiled and flipped back the covers. “So long as you’re honest, I can accept anything. Come here.”

  She positively glowed with bliss and climbed in next to him. Their arms entwined, their lips joined, and Lisa inhaled deeply through her nose. She relished his aroma, a blending of sweat and his innate essence. They rolled about, his hands sliding across her nightgown, and hers reaching for his shirt. She knew Drew; he was always one to enjoy a little mystery, which was why she hadn’t undressed first. His right hand slid between her legs to rub her panties. She moaned into his mouth and tore his shirt. He grabbed her top and easily whisked it over her head. Lisa almost laughed. It had been so fast, so slickly done that they only had to stop kissing for about a split second.