Innocent Getaway (Innocence 2)

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HALEY

“Hmm,” I moan while stretching my back, intentionally sticking my ass in the air, my powder blue babydoll dress riding higher. My ring-curled pigtails fall forward, pooling on the floor. I’m sure the trim of my cotton panties is showing, but the men behind me carry on their conversation. There’s no way Daddy didn’t hear that moan. I pout to myself, biting my lip.

Dropping back down to the ground with a loud thump, some of my crayons roll across the wooden floor of Daddy’s office. I’m so over being stuck in here. Daddy William and I hit our one-year anniversary last month with promises that he would take me somewhere. But here I sit in his office, him in another meeting not ten feet from me, and I’m not sure if he knows I’m here. I know he has to work, but I crave his attention more than anything else in the whole world.

He’s been crazy hectic since spring. Now summer is almost over and I don’t see any signs of him slowing down. This is a busy time of year for him with new homes being built and people wanting to renovate their offices and condos. It didn’t bother me so much when I was busy with all my activities. I’d tried starting community college but I hated it. The hours away from William were too much, and it just made me miserable. William encouraged me to try a variety of classes to see if something piqued my interest. Last fall I started taking some culinary classes and I loved them. I started taking all the courses I could on baking this past year, and it’s made me really happy. It doesn’t take up so much of my time and works well with Daddy’s schedule. It makes me feel like I’m good at something, and I get to make sweet treats for Daddy.

I’d planned to spend my summer starting a cake pops business, but that was short lived. I started taking online orders and had set up times for people to come to the house and pick up their cake pops. Daddy wasn’t too happy about me giving random strangers our address and letting them come and pick up their orders when he wasn’t home. I wasn’t two days into my cake pop business when he pulled the plug. And I was up to 500 likes on Facebook! I also got a spanking that made it hard to sit down for three days.

I tried to bring up the idea again with options that Daddy might prefer, but every time I reminded him of the event, I was once again given a spanking. I got the worst spanking today and I have no desire to get another, but I don’t want to drop the issue. It’s gotten so bad that I’m not allowed to be alone at home anymore, hence my lying on his office floor, coloring while he has a meeting.

Turning onto my back, I tap one of my Mary Janes on the floor. I can feel the sugar from all the cake pops I ate during lunch course through my system. Daddy gave me a stern look when I ate my fourth one, but someone had to eat them. I wasn’t going to stop making them just because I didn’t have anyone to buy them. I’d hoped flooding the house with them would make Daddy clue in, but no such luck.

“We started later than we wanted, but I can promise you, the roof will be on before winter. We don’t want any snow falling into the open rafters. We’ll have it sealed up nice and tight,” Daddy says as if he’s trying to bore me to death.

“And when do you think the rest of the house will be finished? I don’t want to tell my little one about it until it’s closer to being done or she’ll drive me crazy. You know how it is.”

“You have no idea,” Daddy says, and I have the feeling he is talking about me. Well, he’d better be talking about me. I’m the only person in the whole entire world he should have ideas about.

Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my hand and glare at him, but he still doesn’t look at me. I know he sees me. I can barely breathe without him knowing. Pulling a foot up to my butt so my dress falls open, showing my panties, I start tapping my Mary Janes again, louder this time. Surely this will get his full attention. I know I’m pushing it, letting my dress fall open like this, but I’m jittery and need him right now. Normally he would have noticed, but he’s once again so wrapped up in his work that I’m forgotten.

Both men turn to look at me, Daddy eyes harden and he gives me a look that does the opposite of what I’m sure he’s trying to get across. I feel my pussy clench at having both men’s eyes on me, but I only look at Daddy. I’m being a brat for his attention. In fact I feel like this is half his fault because he made me go this far to get his attention. Maybe he should get the spanking I’m sure I have coming when this meeting is over. After my actions, I’m pretty sure it is now.