You're Mine | J.JK

21 | Little Tiger Flower

The sun gleamed through the windows, it's brightness warming my cheeks. Rolling over onto my back I peeled my eyes open and stared at the ceiling blankly. I tugged on the black covers remembering I was in daddy's bed.

With a sleepy smile I prepared to roll over and snuggle him, but then I recalled what I had done. I flipped through it all over again; my bratty cries and blatant defiance. It really got to me, and as the days passed it seemed to get to daddy as well.

My bottom was still sore from my punishment. It was like it happened yesterday. The stinging when I sat down never seemed like it would go away, it being a constant reminder. The feeling lingered in my mind like a anxious disease, I couldn't forget the trouble I'd caused.

Daddy's probably mad at me still...

As much as I'd like to complain, something good did come of the situation. Daddy let me spend a few nights in his bed, something he usually never ever does. He values his own private space.

But even with his nice gesture I still felt like my presence was a burden. He'd stay on his side of the bed and I'd stay on mine. I couldn't quite tell what he was so afraid of that would keep him so distant.

I often wondered if I was secreting some kind of daddy repellent.

Looking over to his side of the bed, he laid in a deep sleep. His features were soft and warming, contrasting his usual worrisome expressions. The sight caused my stomach to churn with immense longing.

If daddy's so cuddly looking, why can't I cuddle?

Scanning his cuddly body one last time, I decided it was best to remove myself from him. I shouldn't overstay my welcome.

I tried to sit up but immediately whimpered at the miniscule pain on my bottom. I guess I deserve this; I was very bad.

I was only able to sit up completely and swing my legs off the bed before hearing daddy grumble something.

So much for being stealthy.

"Babygirl, where are you off to?" He inquired with one eye lazily open.

"I was umm...going back to my room." I uttered, daring to take my own peek of him, which wasn't the best idea. All I ended up doing was embarrassing myself and setting my cheeks on fire. It was still so flustering to be in the same bed with him, especially since I didn't deserve his aftercare.

I tried to hide my disappointment with a small smile, but he always managed to see right through my facade.

"I told you, I'm not upset baby. Now come lay back down with me." He propped himself up on his elbow, his voice sending out calm waves. He looked to me with soft eyes, patting the spot beside him.

I moved with uneasiness, my hands melting into the mattress as I crawled to him. I laid on my side to face him and found myself drinking in his signature ocean scent. It was all so overwhelming.

"I'm so so sorry daddy, p-please don't hate me." I whispered into his chest, my voice wobbling with shame. I felt so pathetic, an emotional mess that cared too much.

I griped his shirt with a clad fist in hopes of keeping him from disappearing. I didn't know what came over me, but my heart burned for him. I could only hope his heart was burning for me too.

"I could never hate you love. I won't be so mean like that again if it's not your thing." He reassured caressing through my frizzy hair.

"I don't mind spankings daddy, I just hate letting you down." I mumbled into his shirt, not having to guts to look into his eyes yet.