I told him what happened the next day.
We were hiking up in the mountains. I’d whined to Daddy that while I liked hiking, there were so many people around. Many of them were rude because we were taking it slow on account of Daddy’s bad knee. Plus, I figured at some point, being in the middle of the woods, we might find a place with some privacy.
It turns out there was a reason why Daddy wanted to spend a week in a place with so many mountains and where one of the main activities was hiking. When he was a kid his parents took him here a couple of times and he had fond memories of the place.
So when I whined about too many people on the trails, he smiled and drove us to a spot about 30 minutes away and we started hiking, albeit with extra gear in case there were bears.
“Bears?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, it’s been ages since anyone’s been eaten,” he said.
I assume he was kidding, but stuck close to him. Just in case.
So while we were strolling up the hill, with no voices around us, and no one pushing by to get their Instagram selfie, we had a chat about my actions. Just as I suspected, he was both proud of me for standing up for myself, furious at those bozos, amused at the shot I took at them, but frustrated I was so careless.
“I honestly don’t know if I should be mad or not. I just want to keep you safe and those are exactly the kind of assholes who don’t mind hurting a woman because they were ‘disrespectful,'” he said.
“I know, but I’m not taking crap from anyone like that. That’s not who I am. I didn’t in high school and I’m not now. You’ve never seen me seriously angry at a guy. It’s not pleasant,” I said. “I only get wobbly when dealing with psychologically manipulative girls. But dealing with immature guys’ bullshit? I’ve been handling that since I was 13. It’s one of the reasons I love you. No unnecessary bullshit.”
“There’s something to put on my resume. Just… weigh the situation and handle it appropriately, all right?”
“Fair,” I said.
Once that was over with, I just enjoyed the walk. Daddy wasn’t messing around, wearing a good pair of hiking boots, a brace for his knee, and a bunch of Columbia clothing. Over my protests, he was also carrying the backpack with most of the food for our picnic. I was taking advantage of the still-warm weather even if we were up in the mountains by wearing my usual wide-brimmed hat, a pair of snug shorts, a red sports bra and one of Daddy’s snazzy hiking shirts. I’d started off wearing it, but it was now wrapped around my waist. I caught him “checking up on me” several times, which made me grin. Almost two years and I could still get him leering at me.
I was trying to absorb all the affection I could because we’d be apart again soon enough. In two days we were heading to Calgary. From there it was a plane to Toronto, packing up my stuff from Meg’s place before she came back, and then a couple of days in Kingston. After that, back to a tiny, lonely flat in Montreal.
It was depressing to think about.
Fortunately, before I could get too maudlin, Daddy pulled up and simply stated, “we’re here.”
I’d been daydreaming and hadn’t noticed my surroundings. We exited the trees and were on a rise. A hundred metres or so below us was a small mountain lake, and surrounding it were tall trees and mountains.
“Oh wow,” I said. And I meant it. I’d seen lots of beautiful scenery the last few days, but this had the bonus of not having anyone around. “How did you know about this place?”
“Dad shares your aversion to large crowds of tourists. On one trip he got to know some of the locals and they told him about this spot. I’ve never seen another person up here,” he said.
“Excellent,” I said, and walked up to him, put my arms around his neck, and leaned up for a kiss. His hands quickly found my ass and gave it a squeeze and little boost so I was up on my toes. Eventually, we came up for air.
“Want to have a snack first? Give you some extra calories?”
“Oh please, you’re going to be the one who needs the extra calories,” I said, being a brat. He placed the backpack on the ground by a flat rock. I dove into the bag to get food and a blanket, which left my ass up in the air. He didn’t disappoint, giving me a swat for being a brat.
“Mmmmm, foreplay,” I said.
He shook his head. But yeah, it was nice to tease things out. He sat on the rock, resting his back on a tree and stretching out his legs. I sat next to him, cross-legged and taking in the view, which was amazing. We started digging into our picnic of sandwiches and fruit, while chatting. He mentioned school, which got me depressed, so he changed topics.
“So have you heard from Meg lately? Has she given you any idea when she’s coming back?” he asked.
Meg vanished off to Europe at the end of June and I was getting semi-regular texts from her. However, pictures of her eating fantastic meals, visiting cool places, buying amazing clothing, and sitting on a beach were driving me mad.
The last one was the worst. She was lying topless on a beach and wearing a thong which managed the trick of showing almost everything but hiding just enough. It was scandalous but not pornographic.
“Who took that? Are you finally getting laid? What is s/he like?” I immediately texted back.
I got a cryptic smiley face and nothing else. I showed it to Daddy, who whistled.
“Damn,” he said. “Looks like she’s having fun.”
“You’re missing the point, though,” I said.
“Which is?”
“It’s clear from the angle of the photo that it wasn’t a selfie. Someone took it for her,” I said.
He looked at the photo again, shook his head and smiled.
“I assume whoever she’s fucking took it.”
“Yes, I know. But who is he?”
“Or she,” he interrupted.
“Or she… Meg is giving me no details. At all. It’s driving me mad.”
“My poor little girl,” he said, running a hand down my cheek. “I’m sure you’ll get the details whenever she comes home.”
“I wanna know now,” I said, pouting.
That was my cue that the eating portion of our break was now over. Daddy’s fingers slipped into my thin cloth choker around my neck and gently tugged me closer.
“Behave, Kitten,” he growled.
“Don’t wanna,” I whispered back.
Daddy quickly pulled me over his lap, reaching underneath me to make quick work of the buttons holding my shorts in place. I may have wiggled a bit to help him when he pulled them down.
I do love fucking outside. It’s not like I had many private indoor spaces growing up when I wanted to fool around. And with Daddy’s place being pretty isolated we’d gotten used to going outside whenever it was warm enough. But with me working in Toronto this summer, plus this trip, there hadn’t been many times we could get outdoors. It’s one of the reasons I was getting antsy for some privacy on our hikes.
But now, I was lying across Daddy’s lap with my ass up in the air. While he was fussing with the shorts, I adjusted my top quickly so my tits were now free and rubbing against the rock. I could already feel Daddy’s cock was hard against my stomach. I shifted around a bit, partly to make my ass a more inviting target but also to rub up against his cock.
“You’re being a disobedient little brat,” he said.
“Uh-uh,” I said, in a disobediently bratty way.
Crack! His hand landed on my right cheek with force. No warm-up today. As I was yelping out loud, I noticed the sound of his hand hitting my ass echoed. I giggled.
“Oh, I’m sorry, was that funny?” he asked. And before I could try and explain what was going on a half dozen swift, hard slaps landed on my ass. There may have still been echoing going on, but my head was spinning.
When I realized I liked spanking, I tried to figure out why. There were theories you’ll like spanking as an adult if it was a form of punishment for you growing up. But I don’t recall ever being spanked as a kid. I prefer the theory that there are a lot of nerve endings in the ass and slapping them sets off an excellent chain reaction.
When the person setting off that chain reaction is a sexy older man you have a Daddy fetish for, well, the nerve endings in my ass were doing quite the happy dance.
Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt too, though.
“Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl from now on. I promise!” I said.
“I doubt it. You don’t know how to be a good girl, brat,” he said, and gave my ass another couple of hard swats.
Putting those tight shorts back on and walking down the hill will be interesting if this continued much longer. As much as I was enjoying the spanking, I needed to make things enticing to get him to stop.
“I can show you what a good girl I can be if you give me a chance to prove myself, Daddy,” I said in a coy voice.
He gave me another couple of slaps, but I was squirming against his cock, which was practically bursting out of his shorts. He stopped and gently pushed me off his lap. I got on my knees in between his legs and undid his shorts. With a quick tug and some maneuvering, I pulled them down and there was the very thing I wanted; his cock.
“You just sit there and let your Kitten show you what a good girl she can be,” I said, reaching up to stroke his cock a few times. But instead of the appreciative groan I was waiting for, I got a stern look.
“Your hand is not the way to show me how good you are, Kitten,” he said. I nodded, knowing what he wanted and that he was not in the mood for some teasing. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, burying it into my throat with one move.
“Fuck,” he hissed, and I resisted from grinning around his cock. Instead I focused on making it feel as good as possible. Anything to prevent him from getting tempting to wail on my ass again.