The car rumbles down the road, headlights flashing against the street signs. I've got my head thrown back and my knees pressed against the dashboard even though Daddy keeps telling me, "That's not safe MooMoo."
I'm so past caring what's safe or not.
Daddy's eyes are focused on the road but he's only got one hand on the wheel, the other is on his phone. I glance at the dimly glowing screen just as Daddy uses his finger to slide one of the pulsing bars up a notch.
"Uuuuuuhhhh." I've got my lip pinned between my teeth trying not to groan, but one slips out anyways.
"I better not be hearing what I think I'm hearing Young Lady." Daddy says sternly. "I said not a sound! That was a sound. I hear any more I'm pulling over this car and you're getting a paddling instead."
"I-I'm s-sorry Daddy," I gasp. "Ple-ease, I'm s-sorry."
I've got tears in the corner of my eyes that I'm trying not to let fall, but trying not to cry on top of the vibrations hitting every one of my O points in just the right way is really hard. I sniffle and bite my lip harder.
Daddy and I are on a cross-country road trip from Georgia to Washington State. My cousin is getting married in three days and I'm one of her bridesmaids. Daddy thought since he had a bunch of vacation days saved up anyways, we may as well go on a road trip instead of just flying. We both love road trips and it's been really fun so far!
Or at least it was until about a hundred miles ago.
We were coming out of Glacier National Park when Daddy's phone rang. He's the co-founder of this big company and the other founder Mike is really good at handling things when Daddy isn't there, he never bothers Daddy unless it's important. Daddy glanced at me, making a "Sorry," face, before pushing the "accept call" button on the cars touch screen.
"Hi Mike, what's up?" Daddy had answered.
"Hi Uncle Mike!" I'd shouted.
"Not so loud MooMoo," Daddy admonished. Uncle Mike had chuckled as I squirmed guiltily.
"Hello Uncle Mike," I'd stage whispered.
"Hello Princess," Uncle Mike had said, with a smile in his voice. "Sorry to call, but I need to steal your Daddy for a little while."
I'd huffed out a breath, Daddy hadn't had to do any business stuff the whole time we'd been road-tripping and I'd gotten used to having him all to myself, but I knew that Uncle Mike wouldn't be calling unless he really truly couldn't deal with whatever was happening on his own.
"Fine," I'd pouted, crossing my legs and my arms and staring out the window. Daddy had patted my leg and then he and Uncle Mike had launched into some
incredibly boring
work problem that made Daddy say words that would have gotten my mouth washed out with soap.
They talked and talked and talked for what felt like hours and I started to get angry. This was supposed to be me and Daddy's special time, just us! I'd huffed a sigh and Daddy didn't even glance over, to absorbed in his stupid work stuff. I sighed again and unrolled my window, sticking my hand out to make it fly in the oncoming wind. Daddy reached over and pulled my arm back inside, shaking his head.
"Not safe," he'd mouthed as Uncle Mike kept babbling on. I'd waited until he turned his attention back to the road and business stuff before I rolled my eyes.
Ten minutes later and Daddy still wasn't off the phone, so I pulled out my phone and started watching TikTok's... at full volume. Daddy had frowned at me.
"Turn it down MooMoo," he'd said. Which I did, for about a minute, then back up went the volume.
"MooMoo!" Daddy'd scolded and in a moment of complete insanity I'd stuck my tongue out at him. Daddy's eyes had filled with thunderclouds and he'd interrupted Uncle Mike to say-
"Mike, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to call you back."
We were driving along I-90 which had really big shoulders that you aren't supposed to use unless it's an emergency.
I guess Daddy qualified this as an emergency.
He'd pulled the car over, gotten out of his seat, yanked open my door pulled me over his knee and pulled my dress up right there on the side of the road.
"Nooooo!" I'd shrieked
"Count the swats MooMoo," Daddy had growled. "Count the swats and thank me and then we can move on and have a nice drive into Idaho."
"No!" I'd shouted. "I don't want to!"
"You are getting this spanking one way or another Young Lady," Daddy had said. "Either now or once we get to the hotel and if you choose to wait for your punishment that long hoping I will forget, I will be using the paddle."
"Fine! Use the paddle! I don't care you big meanie!" I'd screamed, hoping to hurt Daddy, but I should have known better. Daddy never rises to my tantrums. Instead, he had only sighed and buckled me back into the car, tight lipped.
I'd crossed my arms and legs in a huff, staring out the window. I wasn't sorry, I wasn't!
We drove for another half an hour and I started thinking about my upcoming paddling. Daddy never forgets anything, and his paddling's HURT SO BAD. We had another whole day of driving tomorrow and I'd be sitting here with a bruised bottom and...and probably no sympathy from Daddy.
Not that I deserved any.
Okay maybe I was a little sorry.
We drove another half an hour and I started to be a lot sorry.
In another fifteen minutes I was sobbing.
So, my sweet, patient Daddy had pulled over the car AGAIN and held me as I cried, listening to my babbles and my I'm sorrys.
"I'll make you a deal MooMoo," Daddy had finally said. "Since all I want is a sorry girl, and I don't really care how we get there, if you can make it to the hotel in Cour d'Alene with your vibrating nipple clamps, magnetic panty vibrator and vibrating anal beads inside you without making a sound. That means no moans or groans. I will cancel your paddling and we will call it even."
