Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Sam was floored. Literally beyond stunned with the gift she’d given him. Of all the wild things he’d imagined her getting up to, finding the truck of his dreams, and hiding it in the old garage, hadn’t even been on his radar.

It was incredible. The red paint was pristine. The seat leather was in perfect condition. And it even had the original floormats—or at least, a damn good set of replicas. It was more than he could have expected to find, especially considering less than ten thousand had ever been made.

The fact that Charlie had paid attention to this little pet dream of his, and had gone to all the trouble of finding one, wildly trumped any anger he might have felt about her lying. And as soon as she’d revealed the surprise, a few things clicked into place.

Like the things she’d cut out of his car paper. It hadn’t been for a school project; it had been to keep him from seeing a local ‘Red’ for sale. So there had been a number of little fibs, but he understood.

It was a big surprise, and he got why she’d want to keep it all wrapped up and secret. The presentation had been part of it. That didn’t change the fact that he was going to spank her ass for the fibbing.

If he didn’t, some part of her would be disappointed. No matter how much she pretended like she wanted a pardon, Charlie was predictable when it came to punishment. She needed this spanking, but it was one of the rare times when he was actually going to feel guilty giving it to her.

It seemed wrong to punish her over a present. Especially, well, this was an epic gift. He still couldn’t believe she’d shelled out so much money for Valentine’s Day. And there was some guilt over that too. His stubborn pride said he should tell her to sell it and get her money back.

The rest of him said, ‘Hell no!’ so his pride was just going to have to suck it. Damn… a real Li’l Red Engine of his own. Never in a million years had he expected to ever own one. They were ridiculously impractical.

But maybe that was why he’d always wanted one. Every other expense had been justified and weighed, since he’d been a kid. Those habits were engrained in him. She was right… he never would have bought the truck for himself. And he might feel guilty about keeping it, but he was going to do it anyway. Just this once.

Charlie was going to get her expected spanking, right in the cargo bed of her gift. It would be their way of christening the new addition to the family.

He made himself comfortable. “Drop those jeans, darlin’. You won’t be needing them.”

“But, Daddy, what if someone hears?”

Sam let one eyebrow slowly rise. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Charlie had the grace to look a little sheepish. She knew as well as he did, that no one ever went near the old garage. It was on the far side of the house, away from the ranch. The only one who’d ever used it with any regularity was Jimmy—although Sam certainly wasn’t going to leave his beautiful classic truck out in the weather. The garage would be a great place to store it.

“I had to try,” she mumbled as she took her time unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them down over her hips.

He laughed. “You should have gone with it being too cold. More plausible.”

She looked up, tilting her head as her jeans hit her knees. “Would it have worked?”

“Not with that heater blasting.” It was a powerful little thing. Jimmy, sometimes with Sam, had spent a lot of time tinkering in the old garage, and it was hard to hold tools when your hands were frozen. It was an industrial heater, and given enough time, it could make the whole building toasty.

Charlie sighed and mumbled a few things under her breath, but she knew the routine. With her jeans around her knees, she shuffled the few steps to his side and flopped over his lap. The tailgate was just the right height for spanking, and he took note of that for future reference.

The color was appropriate too. The truck wasn’t the only thing about to be a nice cherry-red color.

“I love the present, Charlie. I appreciate the thought you put into it. Actually, I don’t think I can put how I feel into words right now, but let’s just go with overwhelmed. Best gift I’ve ever gotten in my life—aside from you, of course.”

She twisted to look over her shoulder. “Really?” A small smile curved her mouth. “I’m your best gift?”

“Yep. My best everything, Charlie girl.”

She wiggled a little; a pleased expression washed over her face. “Thank you, Daddy.” After a second, she added, “But you’re still going to spank me?”

“Absolutely.”

He didn’t make her wait for it, and he wasn’t going to be terribly harsh about the punishment either. He needed to make a point, but he doubted she was going to feel much guilt about fibbing when it was clear he was thrilled. To someone outside their dynamic, maybe the spanking would have seemed unfair or unnecessary, but for them… it was just the way things were.

He didn’t start the spanking over her underwear. Instead he gave a quick yank and pulled them right up into the crack of her ass, ignoring her ‘Hey!’ as he bared her cheeks in her least favorite way. “You know the rules, Charlie girl.”

The winter chill had left her skin cold, even where it had been covered by clothes. The first few swats probably stung a lot more because of it, but his palm and her backside both warmed quickly with a brisk series of spanks that peppered both cheeks and her upper thighs.

Short and sweet was the goal of the spanking. There was no system to the smacks, no rhythm. His palm delivered nice red blotches randomly, so she never knew where he was going to strike next. It wasn’t long before she began to squirm and occasionally kick up a leg.

She made very little noise though. Unusual for Charlie who was rarely stoic during punishment. Maybe she was worried about the sound carrying in the quiet early morning. Maybe he just wasn’t spanking hard enough.

It inspired him to concentrate on her sit-spot for a minute. The crease where ass and thighs joined was always a tender area, and a couple dozen well-placed swats teased a few yelps out of her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” She didn’t sound especially sorry, though there was a little stress in her tone, which was normal.

“Oh yeah? What are you sorry for?” He didn’t pause, but he did shift his hand downward to bounce back and forth between her thighs.

Her legs were tense, muscles straining as she fought to keep them down. “For… lying and telling you it wasn’t extravagant, but I didn’t want you to guess.”

“I know you didn’t. And I understand wanting to surprise me. But… lying to Daddy has consequences darlin.”

“I won’t do it again.” The promise drew out with a whining tone.

He laughed and pretended to misunderstand what she meant. “I should hope not. I don’t need two of these monsters.” Five more swats, real stingers, to each thigh and then he stopped. “Lucky for you, in this case, the consequences are mild.”

She looked back at him with wide eyes. “Really? You’re—you’re done?”

He hid a grin. “Not quite. I want to see something first. Hop up.”

She slid back off his lap, watching him warily. Sam could be inventive about punishments when he felt like it, and she was probably worried.

“Come around to the side.” He grabbed her arm and steadied her as she shuffled, jeans now around her ankles. “Now, go ahead and press up against the truck. I want to compare reds.”

Her jaw dropped and she stared for a few seconds before she finally found the words. “Daddy! That’s not why I bought it.”

“No? Well, that’s a bonus then.” He unbuckled his belt and yanked it through the loops. “Go on, get close, hook your arms over the side.”

Her bottom lip pouted, and she gave him a mean-eyed look before turning to obey. And then as soon as she touched the truck she jumped back. “It’s freezing,” she blurted.

Well, the garage had been unheated in the middle of winter, so it was no surprise the metal hadn’t warmed up yet. “Well bend over a bit then, so your belly isn’t pressed against it. Stick that butt out so I can get a look.”

All that was going to do was give him a better target and she knew it. She also knew that there was no way he’d agree that the red of her ass was ‘red enough’ without using the belt a few times. She sighed, resigned, and bent over to present her ass to him.

Sam grinned and made a show of examining both shades. “Hmm… not quite there yet.”

“Color me shocked,” she said in a dry tone. It was probably accompanied by an eye roll, though he couldn’t see her face.

“Coloring you is exactly what I’m fixing to do, darlin.” And just like that he popped the belt across her ass. It echoed like a shot in the concrete room and sounded a lot worse than it was.

“Ow!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a much brighter red. Not quite cherry but getting there. Let’s try another one.” He laid the doubled leather across her butt again, and then a third time without pause.

Charlie protested. He gave her another. She whined. He took his time comparing the colors again, but of course she still wasn’t quite red enough.

It continued until he finally admitted that Charlie was as cherry red as she was going to get. “Perfect. That’s a match.”

“Finally!” She started to straighten.

He snapped the belt between his hands. “Uh-uh. You stay right there and let me enjoy my present, Charlie girl.”

She sighed. “Daddy, the truck was your present, not me.”

“Well, you already belong to me. But I’m considering this experience part of my present. Now, hush.” He draped the belt over the side of the truck, being careful that the buckle didn’t scrape the metal.

With both hands free he stroked and massaged her ass. It was now putting off plenty of heat, and he enjoyed fondling the scorched cheeks. He was tempted to let his fingers roam down between her thighs.

It hadn’t been a severe punishment. They played harder than this for fun. If he checked, he was pretty sure he’d find her pussy dripping.

He leaned against her body and nipped at her neck with a low groan. The garage hadn’t had enough time to fully warm, and he’d so recently blurred the lines between punishment and play—something he didn’t like to do often. Those were very good reasons not to fuck her against his new truck.

But they weren’t enough to keep him from spreading her legs and working his cock into her soaked heat. He just… couldn’t resist.

Her hands gripped the side of the truck, and as he slid into her, she let out a long low moan that nearly pulled him over on the spot. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Yessss.”

There was no chance of a long encounter in such uncomfortable circumstances. Even with the heater blasting, their breath still fogged the air, but as quickies went… it wasn’t bad.

He thrust with fast hip snaps, and it didn’t take many, especially not with Charlie’s hot ass grinding back against him. When she tightened her muscles around him and rolled her hips, he tipped over the edge, panting and groaning. Like the spanking, it had been short and sweet. He considered it an appetizer for later.

Charlie didn’t waste time getting her jeans back up. She was shivering, but she grinned saying, “Now, that makes up for the punishment.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Sam warned her. “Next time you get punished won’t be fun.”

“I know. You and your rules.” She rolled her eyes, and he pulled her into his arms to kiss the attitude away.

Sam laughed. “I like rules. Structure keeps you in line.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to be out of line.” And then her tone changed as she asked, “Shall we take the truck out for a spin?”

It seemed almost criminal to take the pristine classic out in the cold… but the weather was clear and so were the roads. “You know what? Let’s do it. Got the keys?”

“Tucked into the visor. I didn’t think there was much danger in it being stolen.” She darted around to the passenger side and climbed in.

He pushed the garage door up, and then joined her inside the truck. When he pulled the visor down, two identical keys on a chain loop dropped into his hand. “Let’s see how she sounds”

A Dodge Li’l Red Express didn’t purr… it roared and coughed smoke into the air like a monster. It sounded like a scaled down semi-truck.

“It’s so loud,” Charlie said, then had to repeat it because he hadn’t been able to make it out the first time.

“It is.” Sam threw his head back and laughed. “It’s ridiculous and I love it.”

Charlie grinned and threw him a thumbs-up since talking was too hard, although, once he backed it out of the garage, the noise was less intense. He was careful on the gravel road, but once he got them out onto the highway, he relaxed and let her go a little.

He could have driven for hours, but there would be time for that another day. When they made it back to the house, he pulled her right into the garage and shut her off. The sudden silence was deafening.

Charlie rubbed her ears and winced. “Well, that was some serious noise. Next time remind me to bring ear plugs.”

“The noise is part of the fun,” Sam said.

She wrinkled her nose. “Not my kind of fun. But… is it all you wanted it to be, Daddy?”

“Oh yeah.” He let out a long happy sigh.

“So, about my present… can I have it now?” Charlie used a wheedling tone.

He laughed. “Okay, well your present isn’t in the house either. We need to go pick it up.” He put the keys back under the visor and gave it a loving pat. “C’mon, let’s go get in the useful truck.”

“But—” She frowned. “We could just take this one. Don’t you want to drive it a little more?”

Pull up the Carpenter’s door in the noise machine and set all the dogs barking? He didn’t think they’d appreciate that. And he was positive the puppy wouldn’t enjoy riding in it, even if he was willing to risk having an untrained dog in the pristine interior.

He couldn’t explain any of that to her without ruining the surprise though. “Uh, not right now. But don’t worry, I’ve got the other keys in my pocket.”

Charlie grumbled a little about switching from a warm truck to an icy one, but she was too excited to complain for long. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

She didn’t ask again, but he could practically hear her mind working as she tried to figure out where they were headed.

“Is this a ranch?” She frowned and leaned forward on the seat.

“It is, but we’re heading to the house,” he explained as he took the side road that led to the Carpenter’s sprawling farmhouse.

“What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see,” he repeated, laughing. He was worried she’d figure it out, but even when they pulled up and parked, she still looked confused. The chorus of barking dogs didn’t enlighten her either.

Jean opened the door and waved. “Hi, folks!”

“Hello,” Charlie replied automatically, but Sam could tell she didn’t really recognize the woman.

“Nice to see you, Charlie. You probably don’t even remember me; it’s been a few years. I’m Jean Carpenter.”

“Oh, Mrs. Carpenter. You were a friend of my dad,” Charlie said, as her expression cleared.

“Sure was. And it’s Jean. You’re not a little girl anymore, so I think we can be on a first name basis now. Did Sam tell you the surprise?”

Charlie shook her head. “No. He kept telling me to wait and see.”

Jean laughed and exchanged looks with Sam. “Well, shall we show her?”

He grinned. “If we don’t, she’s probably going to explode.”

“Well, this way then.” Jean led them to the kennel, and before she even opened the door, Charlie figured it out.

It was either the barking or the ‘Kennel’ sign that gave it away.

She turned to Sam, grabbing at his arm. “Did you get me a puppy?”

“No sense keeping it secret any longer, I guess. You’ve been hinting for a while, so I figured it was about time.”

Her expression transcended joy and she practically danced in place. “You kept saying no!” The tone held some accusation.

“Well, yeah, because I was waiting for the right moment to surprise you.”

“I can’t believe you thought the truck was going to trump this. Puppies win over trucks every time.”

He wasn’t going to argue with her, especially when she seemed so happy. They’d both gotten what they wanted most, but he wasn’t talking about physical presents. He was talking about the gift of making each other happy.

Realizing that he now owned the truck of his dreams had given him such a jolt of pure joy. He’d been sure it would be the best moment of the day, maybe of the whole year. But watching Charlie on the floor with a tiny Corgi puppy in her arms, he realized that this was what he would remember years later.

When the thrill of owning a classic truck faded, this memory of Charlie cradling that puppy and babytalking at it would stand out as the high point of the day. Her face was glowing with happiness, and knowing he’d given her that joy was the best gift ever—though the truck was still pretty amazing too.

The End