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Six: On the beach

Written by Skyhook

“Shall we go to the beach then, after you finish your breakfast?” he asked her. Cally looked up from the kitchen table to smile and nod at him, as he stood in the doorway. He smiled back - “I've got the beach stuff together, and a little picnic. I've laid out clothes for you on the bed, get changed and we can go.”

“Yes Daddy” Cally replied, smiling again. This little break had been just what she needed; her current work-load after the recent staff cuts, the office politics of her position as a Management 'high-up' had been wearing her down, so when he offered her the chance of this last minute break she leapt at it, finally calling in the long-owed days off that had been constantly postponed as one work crisis followed another. He was always her calm place, and as soon as he suggested a long weekend at his little apartment near the coast it was all she could think about. The way he floated the idea to her, while not pressuring her to find the time off, also made it clear that they would be in role. The thought more than excited her; she needed it. Cally walked into the bedroom, untying her dressing gown as she went. Laid out for her on the bed were the clothes Daddy had chosen for her. She took a second to cast her eye over them, certainly not what she'd have chosen herself to wear in public, but she didn't protest, she liked dressing for him. She slipped on the tiny bikini bottoms and top, both pink, then shimmied into the tight denim hotpants, cut high on her thighs, emphasising the length of her legs. The white t-shirt with the cute logo last; not skin tight but tight enough to cling to her curves, hinting at what was underneath rather than blatantly displaying her. Cally took a long look at herself in the mirror, getting used to herself in the unfamiliar clothes, judging how she would feel walking through the street dressed like that (if only her co-workers could she her now, stripped of her normal armour of the stiff business suit). She felt years younger already, work a world away as she bounced into the living room to hug Daddy, pausing only to do a quick spin in front of him, showing him how she'd been a good girl, dressing for him.

The walk through the small town from his apartment to the beach only took 10 minutes, including browsing a few shop windows – making up jokes about the typical British seaside tat. Cally felt slightly outside her comfort zone in those clothes, her body more exposed than she liked, but not too humiliated considering some of the other sights on display. Perhaps he'd guessed this as he'd asked her to put her hair in pigtails, until they got to the beach at least. Now that did feel a little wrong, on a woman of her age, in public. She felt safe though, his eyes on her, a smile always on his lips as though he was constantly amused and delighted by her.

The beach was busy but not yet crowded that time of the morning. The sky was a perfect clear blue, the sand already heating up under the sun's glare as Daddy lay two large towels down for them to spread out on.

“We'd better get some sunblock on you,” he said. “Don't want you burning, take your shirt off Cally”. Cally looked up at him, a frown creasing her forehead. “There a lot of people around Daddy, you know I don't like showing my body.”

“Don't be silly Cally, no-one is looking at you. We're on holiday, take your t-shirt off.”

She was laid flat out on her towel, torso propped up on her elbows. Despite knowing, really, she had a good body she still felt self conscious, insecure even though men never seemed to see the faults she saw in herself. She knew it was daft really, but the bikini was very small…

“NOW girl”. He'd only raised his voice a little, but because it was so rare for him to do so, that was all it took. She raised herself upright, taking hold of the t-shirt at her waist and slowly lifted it over her body. She put it down on the sand between them and looked up at him, her shoulders hunched slightly, smiling at his smile as he told her “Good girl, now lie face down on your towel.” Cally paused long enough to enjoy the heat of the sun on her bare skin, sinking into her muscles, and also the heat of his admiring gaze (the one gaze that never made her feel self conscious) before rolling over, laying flat with her arms bent, hands linked on the towel above her head.

The sunblock felt cold at first, his first touch a shock, but he was gentle, his hands gliding over her skin. Cally could've purred as he massaged the cream into her, hands soft yet firm, moving over her shoulders, along her arms, down her back in broad sweeps, over her shoulder blades, down around her ribs, the small of her back. His fingers worked inside the waistband of her shorts, then down over her the back of her thighs, calves. His touch and the heat of the sun, the warmth in the sand made her feel drowsy, when he told her to roll over she murmured “yes Daddy” then stretched out like a cat, arching her back against the towel before settling.

This time he started at her feet, moving up her legs slowly, his fingers firmly caressing and working out the tension in her muscles even as he applied the suncream. His fingers worked as far as they could into the tight legs of her shorts before his hands ran over her tummy, then up the sides of her body past her breasts, from shoulder to shoulder then down, over her exposed cleavage. She felt too in bliss to be embarrassed at his intimate touch on this public beach.

Bliss was the right word for those few hours that morning; the stress falling from her, basking in the sun next to him. They chatted, laughed together at private jokes, she read to him from her book, nibbled on some of the picnicy stuff he'd provided. Perfect day.

Well, almost perfect. She'd felt the feeling rising, and now it was pressing too much. She wanted to stay by his side, but something had to be done soon. “Daddy, may I play in the sea?”

He would've said yes instantly, happy to enjoy watching her, but some thing in her tone made him question her.

Cally frowned again, but decided to be honest with him “Because… I need to pee… I'm sorry… but I can take my shorts off? Do it in the sea through my bikini?” Her head was bowed, but her eyes looked up at him through her loose fringe. She resisted biting her lip as she waited for his answer; she knew he hated exactly this sort of lack of self control.

“You didn't go before we came out, did you?” He asked, though perhaps it was more of a statement.

“No… I didn't Daddy… I was too excited about dressing, and the beach, I thought I'd be ok, and…” Cally's voice trailed off under his glare.

“Lay back down, you aren't going in the sea, it's disgusting.”

Cally laid back down, mad with herself that he was mad, and tried not to listen to the break of the sea against the beach – the sound that was initially so relaxing wasn't providing much comfort now. How long would he want to be out here and how long would it take to get back to the apartment?

She really couldn't wait. The day-to-day Cally thought 'why does he have to be so fucking prim and anal about these things?' but she instantly felt bad, that wasn't fair, he looked after her so well, made her feel so safe and happy, it was her who had let him down.

She had been rubbing her legs together for a few minutes before she had to ask, “Daddy please…” She wasn't entirely sure it wasn't too late already, the walk all the way back to the apartment feeling like this, like a balloon about to burst was daunting.

He sighed at this inconvenience, but sat up. “Ok Cally, let's pack up, get off your towel please – stand up”. She did as told, legs pressed together, the toes of one foot buried in the sand, heel raised and arms wrapped around her tummy as she watched him roll up their towels and pack their things back in his bag. He didn't seem to be moving with any urgency. And this was getting serious.

“Please, I don't think I can wait any longer, I really can't…” She looked again at the sea, trying to block the sound out but calculating how much strain taking off her shorts (She wasn't so concerned now about exposing her body!) and taking small concentrating steps down to the sea would place on her bladder.

“You should have gone before we came out.” he repeated. “If you are going to go, go now. Stand there and wet yourself, you dirty little girl. We can cover it up in the sand after.”

Cally was shocked. To say the least. She never thought he'd ask something like this of her. This goes beyond humiliation; there are people on the beach, families, they'd see her…even if not… she couldn't…

“We aren't going anywhere until you go. You should've thought about this before you left Cally.”

Her mind was close to shutting down, too many thoughts, but her need, the pressure in her bladder was too insistent… “There are people around Daddy, they'll see” but even as she said it she knew she was going to loose, “Can I at least squat in the sand? Please?”

He didn't even deign to look at her, just gazed out to sea, a small frown creasing his brow the only sign of his feelings. They had a stalemate; him impassive but radiating disapproval, her thinking how damn… silly… this was. Did he even begin to realise how far he was pushing her? This was dangerously close to breaking the spell for Cally, the safety and warm he'd given his girl had been such a relief of pressure from her professional life, from her mind that never seemed to stop turning at a million miles an hour. How could he ask her to do this, in public; how could his personality change like this when she thought she knew him? Like she thought until now he knew her?

And then, standing there, the hot sun on her body raising a film of perspiration, making her even more uncomfortable in her skin, vying with her aching bladder for her attention she looked down on his studied disinterest of her. And suddenly realised.

This was a test.

He knew. He knew how much the time spent with him meant to her, how much she needed this role, the release it gave. But that was it – a role. This then, was the test, the decision to be made. The time had come for this play to end; she and they couldn't go on with her questioning, her thinking “this is silly” at his requests, she had to decide whether to walk away or to buy into this, into everything, in totality, to shed her old skin, to be Daddy's girl completely.

She stood in front of him, blocking his sixty mile stare at the sea. Bladder pressing, her arms wrapped tight around her ribs, hugging herself below her breasts.

He looked slowly, deliberately, up into her eyes. And she made her decision.

To be continued.

©Skyhook September 2009