Page 11 of Her Hollywood Master (Master Me #6)

Her hands balled into fists, her jaw thrust forward. “Why don’t you just keep out of it?”

He recoiled, shocked at the amount of anger directed toward him. “Hey,” he said sharply. “You don’t talk like that to me. Ever. Are we clear?”

She didn’t answer, turning away to stomp to her closet, but not before he saw the tremble in her lower lip.

Damn. What she really needed was another good spanking, but there was no way he’d risk embarrassing her by doing it there. “Come here.”

She ignored him, opening and closing the drawers to her dresser with more energy than necessary.

“One….two...three.”

She arrived at his feet just as he finished the third count, her lower lip stuck out, her arms folded across her chest.

He hid a smile. She was absolutely adorable when she pouted.

She actually stamped her foot, dropping her arms, her fists balled at her sides. “What’s so funny?

He reached for her waist and pulled her closer. “Nothing. I’ve just never seen such a sexy sulk before.”

Her shoulders relaxed and the anger on her face disappeared. She nibbled on her lip, her eyes skimming his face but not landing anywhere.

He pulled her up to straddle his waist, squeezing her round bottom through her Daisy Dukes.

“Baby girl, I know there are a lot of open issues for you here with your sister and your mom and the house. I know it stresses you out. But it’s no excuse for being naughty.

” He continued kneading her bottom, pulling her hips tight against his, his growing cock pressing against the seam of her shorts.

“Daddy won’t tolerate sass from his little girl.

I’m going to take care of your naughty bottom when we get home.

Right now I just need to you to pull it together enough to pack what you need for a few days and we’ll get out of here. Okay?” he asked, peering into her face.

The ghost of a smile appeared and she nodded.

He grasped her jaw and brought her face to his mouth. He kissed the corner of her mouth, away from the cold sore. “Good girl,” he said, lifting her to stand and patting her ass. “What can I do to help you pack?” he asked, following her to stand.

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said, but turned and stepped back against him, her forehead against his chest.

He put his arms around her and held her close.

“I know things are pretty messy right now,” he murmured against her hair, “but I’m going to help you get your life together, at least as much as you’ll let me.

In the end, it’s your show. I want you to know that.

You’re subject to my rules, but I’m not going to take over the big real-life choices. ” He kissed her forehead.

“Thanks...I think,” she said.

He ran his hands along the bottom edge of her shorts. “If you have more shorts like this, you’re welcome to bring them along. And any other little girl clothes you might have.”

She giggled into his shirt and pulled away. “I have a whole drawer-full of short shorts,” she said, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a handful of clothing, which she tossed at him.

He caught them and set them on the bed. “Where’s your suitcase?”

She pulled a suitcase out of the closet and handed it to him.

He placed it on the bed, unzipped it and started packing her clothes into it.

She had an ungodly amount of clothing, which didn’t surprise him. “We can always come back. So maybe just think about packing for a week. Bring your workout clothes, a couple dressy things, and then just short shorts. I’ll probably have you naked or in little girl clothes most of the time, anyway.”

She giggled, darting a shy look at him as she pulled a couple dresses from her closet.

She threw some sandals and sneakers at him, along with a pile of underclothing and a cosmetic bag.

“Let’s go,” she said. “I really want to get out of here. Even if you are going to spank me when we get home—I mean to your home,” she corrected.

He slapped her ass. “It’s your home too, while you’re staying there, sweetheart.” He picked up her suitcase.

“Oh, it rolls,” she said, lunging for the telescoping handle.

He pulled it out of reach. “Please,” he said. “I’m a man. I don’t need to roll a suitcase.”

She giggled. “Okay, big man.” She leaped at him, nearly knocking him back as she attached herself to him, straddling his waist with her legs. “But can you carry me and my suitcase?”

He bounced her higher. “That’s my girl,” he said, pleased she was letting her Little out. She tried to get down, but he didn’t allow her.

“I was just kidding,” she said.

He opened the door.

“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.”

He picked up both her hands. “Sweet girl. Yesterday’s spanking was a very serious punishment. Today will not be so harsh, as long as you’re a good girl and stay in position. Can you do that for Daddy?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl.” He patted his lap once more and she lowered her chin and bent over, her torso resting on the bed.

He slapped her delicious ass, fairly hard.

“Ooh!” she gasped.

He slapped her other cheek.

She expelled her breath with a big puff.

He spanked her again, and she lifted the pointed toes of one foot.

“Feet down,” he reminded her, although he found her pose cute in a sex-kitten kind of way. Sex kitten pretty much summed up Marissa Sparks. He lowered her panties to her thighs, making the perfect frame for her toned ass.

She squirmed on his lap as he began to pick up the pace, issuing little mewls of protest. Her bottom took on a pink blush, his fingers leaving red lines that faded.

“Do you ever sass your Daddy, Rissa Roo?”

She turned to mush at the pet name. It made her feel so fully his. His hand crashed down on her upturned bottom again. “No, sir,” she cried. Why did his spanking make her feel like his, too?

“Do you ever use that tight tone of voice with me that you use with your sister and your mom?”

She hesitated. She couldn’t help that tone, it just came out when she was stressed. But his hand continued to smack her poor bottom as she deliberated, so she whimpered. “No, Daddy.”

“You don’t sound very convincing,” he said.

“Ouch.” She rolled over his lap, her hip connecting with his stiffened cock. Evidence of his arousal made her squirm even more, suddenly aware of her own growing need. Her pussy pulsed, burning for his touch. “I’m sorry, okay?”

He didn’t stop or lighten up for a moment. “Rissa, will you be using that tone with your Daddy?”

“No,” she moaned, although she really wasn’t sure.

“You know what that tone tells me?”

“Ow! No.”

“No, sir or no, Daddy. Mind your manners little girl.”

“Ooh, ooh ooh, sorry Daddeeee,” she wailed. “No, sir!”

“It tells me my baby girl is upset about something that she’s keeping in, so the way it comes out is in a very tight, angry voice. Am I right?”

Suddenly it wasn’t a game. She really was a little girl who felt about two inches tall. She wanted to cry. She snorted, holding back the threatened tears.

Joel stopped and rubbed her burning bottom. “Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry you’re holding in things that upset you. I don’t ever want you to do that with me. It’s not healthy for you and it’s certainly not good for our relationship. Do you understand?”

Now she couldn’t help but cry, a huge sniffling sob taking over her breath.

He rubbed her back. “You’re my sweet baby. It’s important I always know what’s bothering my baby so I can help her feel good again. That’s my job, pretty girl. Do you believe me?”

She sucked in her breath and sniffed. “I w-want to believe you,” she said, sounding exactly like a six-year-old.