Grey
"I'll be right back," I tell Emily a couple minutes after Fiona leaves the table.
"What? Where are you going?" she asks me.
"The bathroom," I say, which isn't exactly a lie. Maybe it's not the entire truth, either.
"Can I have a sip of your wine?"
"No," I say.
"Why not?" she asks, petulant. "You know, in Italy, basically everyone drinks wine. Even little kids. I mean, they probably don't have a lot, but it's completely normal! I'm just asking for a sip, Daddy. Please?"
"Yeah, not going to happen," I tell her. "If you want wine so bad, go to Italy. Don't even try it. In fact..."
Just in case she gets any bright ideas while I'm gone, I take my wine glass and finish off what's left. It's not like there's a lot, so don't think I'm going around chugging expensive wine. She sticks her tongue out at me and makes a face when I stand up to leave.
This should be the end of it, but when I'm halfway across the dining hall I turn around and see her soaking a piece of bread in my wine glass, sopping up the infinitesimal amount of wine that's left. Seriously, Emily, it's like four drops of wine. When she sees me glaring at her, she snatches the wine-soaked bread from my glass and plops it in her mouth, defiant.
Whatever. I don't have time for this right now. I'm going to go deal with someone far brattier than my little sister.
That's another reason I needed that last mouthful of wine. This is probably a terrible idea but I'm going ahead with it anyways.
I act like I'm heading to the men's room, which isn't much different from going to the women's room. They're both down a hall off to the side of the main dining area of Lucca's, and neither is a shared restroom like a lot of public ones. It's just one person per room, which works perfectly, because what I'm about to do requires privacy.
Also, it's easy, because Fiona left the door unlocked. Seriously, Fiona? You need to be more careful. This is even more of a reason for me to do what I'm about to do.
I open the door and slide my way in. As I suspected, she's not even using the bathroom. Fiona stands there, sulking, looking in the mirror. She almost looks like she's pretending to do her makeup, but she's got nothing in her hands to fix it up. And I know she left her handbag at the table with Emily, so...
When I close the door behind me, she notices me in the mirror. Startled, she jumps and opens her mouth to scream. Oh, no, don't do that, baby. Don't worry, it's just me. I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, but I kind of have to pull her back with me at the same time. She falls back into my arms and my chest. I reach behind us and lock the bathroom door.
"Shhh," I whisper into her ear.
She nods and stays still. I almost don't let her go, though. Fiona feels so good in my arms. She nuzzles back against me, getting comfortable, and I have a sudden urge to just wrap my arms around her and hold her tight like that.
That's for good girls, though. And as we all know, Fiona's been very very bad again.
I help her stand on her own. She looks at me through the mirror and frowns, but doesn't put up a fight.
"Fiona," I say, my voice a low growl.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asks, obedient.
"What were you doing back at the table during dinner?" I ask her. "Can you explain that to me?"
"Ummmm..." she murmurs, biting her bottom lip. "Teasing you, Daddy?"
"Fiona," I say again, a louder growl than before. "What kind of girl teases her daddy like that?"
"A bad girl, Daddy," she says, pouting at me. Not in a cute sort of pouty way, either. She's got a definite sad pout going on. "A naughty one. I'm sorry for teasing you, Daddy."
"I thought you learned your lesson before," I tell her. "Remember when you came in the shower when Daddy was trying to clean up after yoga?"
"Uh huh," she says, biting her lip again.
Holy shit, I have the strangest fucking erection right now. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"And you were a bad girl again, right?" I ask her. "What do you think that means, Fiona?"
"Daddy's going to punish me..." she says.
She doesn't just pout this time, she overdoes it. It's like the most exaggerated pout in the history of pouts, and yet it's also one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. Holy fucking shit, this girl is going to be the death of me.
"Put your hands on the sink, baby," I tell her. "Be a good girl for Daddy..."
Look, I know what you're thinking. Or maybe I don't. I have no fucking clue what I'm thinking. Daddy? Yeah, it's different. Emily is different. Fiona is different. With Emily it's one thing, and...
...with Fiona it's something completely different. I don't know how to explain it. You're just going to have to trust me on this one.
"Daddy?" Fiona asks, looking over her shoulder at me after she places her hands on the sink for me.
"Yes, baby?" I ask her.
"You've never called me that before," she muses. "Baby..." She tastes the word, letting it slowly roll off her tongue.
"Is that alright?" I ask her.
"I like it," she says. "Because I'm Daddy's, right? Daddy's girl. I'm trying to be Daddy's good girl, but sometimes I'm naughty so I'm Daddy's bad girl, and no matter what I'm Daddy's baby girl, so... is that right, Daddy?"
I freeze, because I'm not sure how to answer that. What was I just saying at dinner? We can't be together. I know this, which makes this more than a little complicated. What the fuck am I doing here? I should be ignoring her. I should just go back to the table with my sister, wait there, eat my fucking food, and go to bed early. Lock my fucking bedroom door so Fiona doesn't get any bright ideas and try to sneak in while I'm sleeping, too.
That's what I should do, but instead, I press my palm against her hip, slide it down to the hem of her sundress, and pull it up so I can spank her ass.
"Fiona, you are Daddy's girl, but... I... I don't know what that means. I don't think we can be together. I know what I'm saying and what I'm doing are confusing, and I don't even fucking know myself. I just... you should find someone your own age, baby."
"Daddy?" Fiona asks, looking back and smiling at me.
"What is it, baby?" I ask her.
"I'm ready for my spanking now," she says. "I know I've been naughty and I'm sorry, Daddy. I know you love me so that's why you have to punish me. It's alright, Daddy. I understand. Even if... even if we can't be together. I... I know, Daddy..."