“Okay.” Seriously, what was I supposed to say? The whole morning felt surreal, like I was either still drunk or still asleep.
Luckily, Cas seemed happy to carry the conversation. “I brought you here, because, well, there’s a lot of reasons, a main one being that I could punish you without worrying about another hotel guest calling the cops, but also because I think I’ve always seen a Little in you, and god knows I’ve long thought you needed a spanking and a Daddy’s TLC.”
“Yeah.” I got choked up thinking of my childhood cut short by grief.
“But you’re right. You only agreed to what you agreed to and we have to keep things… a certain way between us because eventually we’ll both have to go home. We both care about your brother a great deal and I couldn’t stand him being upset with anything we did.”
“I don’t… I don’t care.” I stepped forward and lifted my chin. “Jared isn’t here. He ditched me and recruited you as a replacement. He doesn’t need or deserve a play-by-play of everything we do.”
“What… What happens when we get home? If we go as far as we want to… what happens when we get home?” It was his turn to look nervous and sound unsure, and I kind of loved that I wasn’t alone in my hesitation.
“We just… go back to normal, I guess.” I wasn’t actually sure it would be possible, but I wasn’t about to let the what ifs keep me from the experience Cas wanted to give me. That and I certainly didn’t want to turn around and head home just when things were getting good.
Luckily, Cas nodded. “Right. Back to normal.” He didn’t look convinced, but he looked down at the bags and up at me. “Would you like to hear how this would work if you were my babygirl?”
Instead of answering right away, I walked up to him and dug through the bags at his feet until I found the item I was looking for. I held the ‘Daddy’ t-shirt out to him.
He looked from it to me and back to it, before chucking the shirt he was wearing over his head and donning that one instead.
I took a step back. “Yes, please, Daddy. Tell me. How would it go if I was your babygirl? Would you use…” I swallowed, suddenly unable to speak, and waved my hand at the bags. “All your purchases?”
“Yes, and no,” Cas answered easily, his confidence coming back. “Most of the time you’d be more of a babygirl than a Little, I imagine. And I’m fine with that. You strike me as more of a Middle, and that makes sense because that’s when…” He trailed off.
I sucked in a breath. I knew what he meant. He didn’t have to say it.
He didn’t. “The very Little stuff is for when you need it. Some babygirls need a little extra care after a punishment, and sometimes, forced Little space is the punishment. If you’re naughty for me again like you were last night, I might decide you need to be a baby the next day.”
“I can’t… I can’t wear that stuff out in public. The clothes. Not where people could see it. That would be a limit.” I was proud of myself for voicing a limit and hoped Cas would feel the same way.
He seemed to. “That’s fine, babygirl, but when we’re in the privacy of our hotel room, you’ll do and wear what I say. Do you understand?”
Appeased, I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” Calling him Daddy felt natural and I wondered how long I’d thought of him that way.
“So, since we are now in the privacy of our room, it’s time for your punishment. Before we continue, do you have any other issues with any of the items I bought? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” He grinned. “I’m kidding. You are allowed to change your mind and your limits at any time. And if you ever… explore this with anyone else… don’t let anyone tell you you’re not.”
I nodded though the thought of doing this was anyone but Cas made me feel nauseous. “I’m okay with them… for now. I’m nervous about a few of them.”
“Okay. Just know we might not use all of them anyway, but you’re always allowed to say no once the time comes.”
I nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.” I just wanted him to get the punishment over with so I could stop wondering.
As if he read my mind or maybe just felt the same way, Cas lifted the bags and carried them to the table. He dug around until he’d extracted the schoolgirl outfit, stockings, and Mary Janes. “G put this on. No panties. When you’re dressed, go stand in that corner by the loveseat, hands behind your back, and your punishment will begin.”
I took the offered items and ran like a chicken with my head cut off around the suite until I found the bathroom. As I’d suspected, my yoga pants were visibly soaked. I quickly pulled on the skirt and shirt, rolled the stockings up my legs and over my thighs and stopped to admire myself in the mirror. I looked… sexy. And very naughty. Like I definitely deserved a good spanking. I wondered if seeing me in this outfit would turn Cas on the way his Daddy persona was turning me on.
I needed to stop thinking like that. Cas had given no indication that this was anything but platonic and platonic Daddy/babygirl relationships were a thing. The lifestyle didn’t have to be inherently sexual. Even I knew that. But it did turn me on. I had a feeling that Cas felt the same way.
“Polly!” Cas called from the other room. “C’mon babygirl. We don’t got all day!” My cheeks flamed, and I hurried out of the room. I couldn’t look at him as I walked past and quickly arranged myself in the corner according to his instructions. My pussy was dripping, and I squeezed my thighs tightly together so I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the floor.
“Okay.” Cas took a seat on the loveseat beside me. “Now, babygirl, I want you to walk me through your day yesterday, starting with the second you walked out the door. I’m gonna let you talk, but I may ask yes or no questions. If I do, the correct answers are ‘yes, Daddy’ and ‘no, Daddy’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay. Please begin.”
My cheeks were hot. I flushed with shame at the memory of my actions. It was going to be hard to repeat them out loud, but knowing Cas, that was probably the point. “I left the room and turned off my phone,” I whispered, already blinking back tears.
I heard Cas suck in a breath but he didn’t say anything, so I continued.
