Chapter 16 #2
“Breakfast smells good, Rebekah, but you didn’t need to cook for me.”
“I wanted to! Well, that was before your housekeeper walked in and scared the fuck out of me.”
“Language, brat. I let the colorful word slide yesterday because you were upset about your ice cream, but I won’t tolerate my girl saying such ugly words.”
“You cuss all the time, Daddy. Why can’t I?”
“Because you are too sweet for such naughty language.”
“Well, if I can’t say them, I don’t think you should be allowed to say them either.”
“Who’s the Daddy here? Me or you?”
“You are, but fair is fair.”
“You’re right. I’ll stop using cuss words as long as my sweet Little brat does as well.”
I held out my hand for us to shake. “I think we need a swear jar or something. I could make a lot of money off you with how much you cuss, Daddy.”
Daddy rolled his eyes at me, but shook my hand anyway. Pulling me close, he dropped a kiss on my lips before taking over cooking. I sat at the table and watched while he performed magic in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Beau,” Gloria said, stepping into the kitchen and heading toward the closet by the front door. After putting the poker chips on the shelf in there, she closed the door and turned toward me.
“I knew it wouldn’t take long for that man to take over cooking once he woke up. Did you make those pretty flowers on the living room table?”
I blushed but nodded. I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Lots of adults played with Legos.
“You did good. Beau, it seems like that vase I bought for you finally has a purpose.”
Daddy grunted from where he stood with his back toward us, focusing on the food. I hadn’t even noticed that he had put the roses I built in a vase, but a quick peek into the living room showed them sitting on the table on display.
“Good morning, Gloria. How are you this morning?” Daddy asked, grabbing one more plate from the cabinet.
“I’m doing okay, you know, I stay plenty busy. I gave your girl a scare this morning. You’re mean for not telling her about me coming in, I thought the poor girl was going to crawl under the counter and hide.”
My blush deepened as I looked down, hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. Luck must not be on my side this morning, though, because I continued to sit there, unfortunately.
“Play nice, Gloria. I’ve just convinced her that I was worth taking a risk on, I don’t want to scare her away just yet.”
Gloria let out a rapid string of Spanish that had me wishing that I had paid more attention in my high school Spanish classes.
Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem keeping up with anything she said, though.
If I were wearing panties, they would have been soaked listening to him speak to Gloria in her native tongue.
His normal voice was smooth, but when he spoke Spanish, his voice was as smooth and velvety as chocolate.
Daddy placed three plates on the table before turning and grabbing orange juice from the fridge. I got up to quickly grab each of a glass, wanting to be helpful. “Beau, Gloria, can I make you a cup of coffee?”
Gloria waved her hand, declining my offer. I knew that Daddy had at least one, sometimes two or three, cups of coffee in the morning. I asked him one time at the office why he drank so many cups, and he told me that it puts hair on his chest. He could be full of it at times.
Daddy got up and came to where I stood, wringing my fingers as I waited for his cup to brew. I would make a cup for myself once I was done with him. I was honestly surprised that I was functioning right now without it.
“My name isn’t Beau, Sweets. You call me Daddy.”
“I can’t call you that while Gloria’s here. She’ll hear it and think that I’m a freak.”
“One, I would never allow someone to be around you who would bring harm to you. Two, Gloria is familiar with the lifestyle. Her husband was her Papi before he passed away years ago. She knows what it means to have a Daddy, but even if she didn’t, she would never think you’re a freak.”
A little of the tension I was holding onto eased from my shoulders. Did I feel as comfortable calling him Daddy around Gloria like I was the guys? Not at all, but knowing that she wouldn’t care made it easier.
“Okay, Daddy, I trust you. Can I finish making our coffees now?”
“Sure, babygirl. Just be careful not to burn yourself carrying them to the table.”
“I’m not a baby, Daddy! I can carry cups of coffee without spilling them!”
“You might not be a baby, but you are my Little brat, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself. So I’ll say it again, please be careful carrying the coffee over to the table.”
I rolled my eyes where he couldn’t see them. Or at least I thought he couldn’t see them, but the firm swat to my bottom told me that he definitely did
“Ouch, Daddy! What was that for?”
“You know exactly what that was for, you cheeky brat,” Daddy replied, dropping a kiss on my head before he went back to his seat. Once I felt like I had the blush and my face controlled, I grabbed the cups of coffee and headed over to where Daddy and Gloria sat.
Breakfast went smoothly, and once I got comfortable, it was fun talking with Gloria. It was so cute watching Daddy and her interact. Gloria, who had said I could call her Abuela, treated Daddy like he was her long-lost son. He treated her just the same.
I learned that her Papi passed a while ago, and the only family she has left is back home in Mexico. She went to visit them about once a year, courtesy of Daddy, who paid for her trip each year for Christmas.
Once breakfast was over, Daddy sent me back to my house to shower and get changed. Apparently, we were going into the office to clean up the gear from the last mission. I guessed they would normally do that the very next day, but Daddy wanted to take a day to just spend with me.
I felt bad that I’d gotten in the way of them doing it the next day like normal, but my apology fell on deaf ears. Daddy reassured me that none of the guys were heartbroken at having a day of rest before coming back into the office.
After taking my time to apply my products to my hair and taming it back into some sort of style, I made sure to throw them all into a bag along with a change of clothes. I wasn’t certain that Daddy would want me to stay at his house again, but I wanted to be prepared just in case
Before I knew it, there was a knock at my door. When I glanced at the clock, I noticed time moved a lot faster than it felt like it did. With my water bottle and a small snack in my hand, I opened the door and gave Daddy a wave.
My smile dropped, and my wave quickly slowed when I saw the look on Daddy’s face. “Did you even check to see if it was me standing at the door before you opened it?”
Not this again. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and face palm myself, barely.
I didn’t know why he was so concerned about me checking the door before I opened it.
We lived in a quiet neighborhood in a town that barely had a reason to have a police station. Nothing was going to happen to me here.
“I knew it was you, Daddy. No one else knocks on my door.”
“You could be meeting the Pope himself, and I would still want you to check to make sure.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be sure to check next time.”
“Oh, I know you will because I’m going to make it a reminder you won’t forget.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but I followed Daddy into the house, shutting the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked to where he sat on my couch.
“Why is it important to check the peephole before you open the door, Rebekah Leigh?”
For heaven’s sake, did he really need to government name me? I fought every instinct in my body begging me to throw attitude his way. I didn’t think that would play out well if I did. It seemed I was in enough trouble. There was no reason for me to add to it.
“Because you think there could be someone in our quiet little town who would hurt me.”
Oops, guess the road bump between my brain and mouth that’s supposed to catch my sassy remarks before they can spill out is broken this morning.
“I’m sorry!” I quickly blurted out, hoping to save face and minimize the damage I’d done.
“Oh, you will be sorry. Before we continue, are there any hard limits I should know about?”
“No, Sir. None that I can think of right now.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go over my lap for a spanking that will hopefully remind you of the reason that Daddy wants you to check the peephole before you open the door.”
I didn’t like the sound of a spanking, not one bit. I couldn’t remember the last time I got a spanking. Probably when I was a child, and if I remembered correctly, I didn’t enjoy them then either.
“Is a spanking really necessary, Daddy? I’ll remember to look next time.”
“The fact that you are asking that question tells me that a spanking is absolutely necessary. Come on, the longer you wait, the worse it will seem.”
Easy to say for the man who wasn’t going over someone’s lap for a spanking he didn’t want. I didn’t see his butt on the firing line, literally. I continued to stare, pleading with my eyes not to make me do this. It didn’t seem like that was going to do anything, though.
Letting out a small sigh, I not-so-gracefully draped myself over his lap, giving in to my fate and doom.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
I didn’t feel like a good girl right now, but whatever he wanted to believe. Who was I to try and change his mind? Maybe that would mean that he would go a little easier on me.
“Twenty spanks, Little brat. I want you to count them. I’ll also allow you to keep your dress and panties on this time, but don’t expect that all the time.”
How benevolent of him, I thought. Giving him an eye roll, I knew for certain he couldn’t see, I settled in for my fate. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to count them all, but I was going to give it my best shot.
Smack!
“OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT SHIT HURT DADDY!” I yelled!
I wasn’t prepared for the sting that was spreading along my right butt cheek. I was going to have a permanent handprint on my ass, I just knew it.
“Language, Rebekah. What did I tell you last night about using such colorful words?”
“I don’t give a damn what you said. That shit hurt! I don’t think I can handle nineteen more of them, Daddy.”
“Twenty-three more. Keep saying ugly words and I’ll keep adding more.”
I bit back my remark that threatened to spill out. If my ass was already on fire after one smack, I could only imagine what it was going to feel like after the rest of them. There was no way I was going to be able to sit down after this!
“Okay, Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“Not yet, you aren’t, but you will be.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Daddy didn’t give me a chance to reply as he began to rain down havoc on my poor bottom. One after another, Daddy scattered smacks along my butt and upper thighs. Before he reached ten, I was already a blubbering mess.
I was barely able to count out the smacks, and he continued to scatter them along my backside. Eventually, my words became incoherent, and Daddy took pity on me. He finished counting each one, all the way to twenty-four, like he promised.
My world was shifted upright again, and I let out a hiss when my butt came into contact with his rough jeans. “Ouch, Daddy, that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, Brat. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t learn anything.”
“I think I would learn just fine,” I muttered.
“Your bottom must not be hurting that bad if you are still throwing sass my way. Maybe you need a few extra swats.”
“Nope! I promise I’ve learned my lesson,” I blurted, grabbing his hands between mine, holding on for dear life.
“Now, tell Daddy why you got your spanking. Without the sass, unless you want another trip back over my knee. I will warn you, getting two spankings in a row doesn’t feel pleasant at all.”
“I got a spanking because I didn’t check the peephole before I opened the door.”
“And why is that not okay?”
“Because something or someone who could harm me might be standing on the other side. It’s for my safety.”
“Good girl. Daddy wants you to be safe all the time, and I can’t always be there to protect you. So I need to be able to trust that you will do what it takes to remain safe until I can get to you. That includes looking in the peephole before you open the door. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“That’s my good girl. Now come here, Daddy wants cuddles.”
I knew he was only saying that for my benefit, but I was okay with it.