I sat in the folding chair, with my back to him. Was I seriously about to enter a relationship with someone who referred to himself as daddy? An egotistical sadist? God he was gorgeous though. Those blue-grey eyes, big, broad shoulders, and that hair. I just wanna run my fingers through it while his head is between my...
"Ready to go princess?" Roman's voice snapped me out of my daydream.
"Umm , Yea, I'm ready if you are." I say standing up.
"OK, let's go. Hold daddy's hand, don't want you running off or getting lost." He smiled down at me.
"What's with this whole 'daddy' thing? Some sort of kink?" I ask, but still putting my hand in his.
"I'll explain it at dinner. Let's just get to the car, you must be freezing." He squeezes his grip on my hand.
"I am quite cold. How do you do that? Know what I'm thinking or feeling?" I ask him with wondrous eyes.
"I'm your daddy, I'm supposed to know these things princess. Now let's get you in the car." He held the back door open to the escalade truck.
"Why can't I sit up front with you?" I ask.
"You're too little to sit up front baby." He simply states.
"I'm 23 years old. I have a licence for god's sake." I tell him matter of factly.
"Don't make me bend you over my knee right here and spank you. Get in the back." He growled looking down at me.
"Spank me? You won't spank me. I'm a grown woman." I challenged but also very turned on. Something about humiliation in public set off a flame inside me.
"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow and pulled me by my wrist. He lifted his leg onto the stepside of the truck and tossed me over it. My skirt rolled up and my black panties were exposed.
That's when I felt it, his large, powerful hand come across my backside. 5 hard, stinging swats and I was in tears.
"I'm sorry daddy!" I yelled. I realized what had just slipped out of my mouth. He slid me off of his knee and fixed my skirt. I looked up at him with wet eyes, sniffling. He bent down and placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He had one hand under my sore ass, and the other one reached up to wipe my tears. It was amazing how he lifted me like I was nothing. I'm sure he can bench a good 500 pounds, so my 115 body was nothing to him. I felt so little in his arms. He stood about 6'5" and I was only 5'2". He rubbed my back and shushed me as my sniffling does down.
"Alright princess, it's OK. Come on, get in the truck, it's late, and very cold." He said placing me in the back seat, right behind the driver seat. He reached over and buckled my seat belt for me. I sniffled again and put my head down. "Baby, don't pout. You're lucky I don't put you in a carseat for acting the way you did. Now dry it up." He said while grabbing my face in one hand. I nodded at him. "Say 'yes daddy' "
"Yes daddy." I whispered playing with my fingers.
"Baby don't be scared. This is all for your own benefit. I promise, nothing but good will come from this. Now let's get to the hotel." He kisses me softly.
"But I'm still hungry." I whine.
"I'll get room service. It's too late for you to be anywhere but in a bath, and in the bed." He says getting in the driver seat. He starts the car and puts the heat on. We pull out of the parking structure and head towards the hotel. I couldn't help but feel my eyes get heavy and my head start to nod. The last thing I remember is seeing those blue-grey eyes staring at me from the rear view mirror. "It's OK baby, close your eyes." Was the last I heard from Roman, before I drifted off into a deep, sleep.
