Daddy's Searching

“I’ll make the same promise,” she answered eagerly.

With that settled, Belinda looked around the room, comparing her space to Pedro’s.

“Then we’re set. Do you want to talk to Daddy as I change or just flop on the couch and relax?”

Feeling her eyes widen at the thought of watching him strip down, Belinda nodded without trusting herself to answer with words. His answering low chuckle told her he’d followed her thought pattern.

“Come on, Little girl.” Pedro took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

“Hop up on the bed,” he instructed and wrapped his hands around her waist. As she jumped, he lifted her to sit on the mattress before shrugging out of his jacket and tugging his tie free.

“Better!” he said in relief.

She watched his fingers nimbly unbutton his white dress shirt. His tanned chest appeared as the fabric gaped open. Belinda squirmed on the comforter, feeling herself become wet. She bit her lip when he unfastened his belt and pants to pull his shirttails out.

“What big eyes you have, Little girl.”

Her gaze shot to his face and she knew she looked guilty. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I like that you are attracted to me.”

“Attracted?” she echoed. Oh, this is way past attracted…

His chuckle made her realize that she’d said that aloud instead of in her head. Belinda slapped one hand over her mouth. The other hand covered the first when she moaned as he pushed his slacks to the floor.

“Knox is going to think I like him way too much if I show up in this condition, Little girl,” Pedro commented before waving a hand over his thickening shaft now pressing against the cotton material of his snug boxer briefs.

Taking this for an invitation, Belinda slid off the bed and cupped her Daddy’s erection.

“Do you have permission to touch your Daddy?” he asked sharply. Pedro loved that his Little girl had acted without thinking. Her body drew him instinctually as well.

“N-No,” she mumbled.

He stepped out of his shoes and clothing, dislodging her hands, which had not moved. “Time for you to go cool off in the corner for sixty seconds.” Turning Belinda around so she faced away from him, Pedro sent her jumping forward with a stinging swat to her curvy bottom.

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“Ouch!”Looking over her shoulder, Belinda stumbled forward to take her place in the corner. She felt uncomfortable there as she focused on the walls before her. The rustle behind her became too intriguing, and she turned her head to look.

“Eyes forward,” he barked as her head rotated.

“Hrumpf!” She grumpily put her forehead against the paint.

“Hi, Tinkerbell,” Belinda greeted the cat who appeared and curled around her legs to provide a distraction and keep her company. “I’m in corner jail.” The purring creature meowed his sorries and disappeared behind her.

Left in the small space, Belinda listened to the rustle behind her. He’d be naked now. The temptation to see his chiseled body almost made her look, but she forced herself to stay where he’d sent her. She’d always laughed at this punishment in books. It’s brutal.Worse than a spanking!

Okay, not really, but it was like watching paint dry. So boring… And uncomfortable. Belinda amused herself by counting the ways a Daddy could punish a Little girl. She had just visualized an anal plug when Pedro’s hand cupped one buttock.

“I’ll give you a dollar if you’ll tell me what you’re thinking about so hard that this bottom is wiggling.”

“What?” she gasped and turned around to meet his amused gaze. “I wasn’t thinking about anything. I… I had an itch.”

Pedro shook his head and tugged her out of the corner. “Little girls shouldn’t lie to their Daddies. They always know. Come on, baby. I’m finished dressing. Let’s get you relaxed on the couch.”

“I didn’t like standing in the corner.”

“You were there for fifty-two seconds, baby girl. You really wouldn’t like it if that had been a punishment.”

“That wasn’t a punishment?” she asked as she sat down in the living room.

“If you are fully dressed, you aren’t being punished for anything. That was simply keeping you out of trouble, so you didn’t wind up in the corner with at least your bottom on display,” Pedro explained as he moved around the room.

“I’ll be good,” she promised.

“Thank you, Belinda.”

Within a couple of minutes, Pedro had Belinda settled on the couch with water, a snack, Bubbles, her phone, and the remote. He kissed the top of her head before reminding her, “I’m a phone call away.”

“Enjoy! I’ll be right here. Don’t hurry.”