“Joel,” she said, sounding a little panicked.“Let me down.You’ll fall down the stairs and kill yourself.And all those people are down there.”
He set her down, not wanting her to suffer embarrassment.
Her mom appeared from one of the bedrooms.“So what’s going on, exactly?”
“I need Marissa to stay with me until we finish shooting the movie,” he said, although she must already know that part.
“Marissa—”
“I gotta go, Mom,” she said, walking toward the stairs.
He experienced a moment of pity for Marissa, that she had to run away from all her problems because they were too scary for her to handle.He hoped he could help her with that issue, but he also knew it was huge and deeply ingrained into her personality.It went with the submissive part of her in an un-actualized angry teenager kind of way.But his role now was to support, so he followed her down the stairs and out the door, putting her suitcase in the trunk of his car.
She sat in the front seat and fished a pack of gum out of her purse.“Want some?”
“No thanks,” he said with a smile, pulling out.
“No, seriously, you have to try it.It’s grape and lemon together.It’s sooo good.”
He smiled.“Okay, baby.I’ll try your gum.”
She beamed and unwrapped a piece, popping it into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he said.“This is good.”
“You see?”she said.
He chuckled.He drove to his house and pulled into the garage, cutting the engine.“All right, little girl.It’s time for your spanking.”
Her shoulders sank.“You were serious?”
“Very.Go to our bedroom and wait for me.”
“Our bedroom?Uh...okay.”
She looked over her shoulder twice as she walked.
He didn’t make her wait long, just pulled her suitcase out of the trunk and followed her in.She sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her fingers together.
“Take off your shorts, Rissa Roo.”
Her eyes lifted at the pet name and he thought he saw a faint smile as she stood up and unbuttoned her shorts.She started to pull them down, then stopped.“Shorts and panties?”
“Just shorts.I like to pull your panties down myself, and I like them to stay at your thighs.”
She dropped the shorts at her feet and stepped out of them.
He sat on the bed and patted his thighs.“Bend over my lap, little girl.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Rissa?”
She sucked her lip.“Do you have to spank me?”
“Yes, I do, little girl.Are you still sore?”
“A little,” she said.“And I think I’m more scared now than I was yesterday.”
