Taking a Mile

"How long have you been talking to her?"

"I don't know, maybe a year."

"And you never bothered to tell me about her?" My eyes flitted over his face.

"Madelyn, don't start. I shouldn't have to tell you about my love life."

"'Love life'?" I let out a small chuckle, but not out of amusement.

"You didn't live with me for the past year, kiddo, so it's not like it would've been relevant for me to discuss someone I might possibly be seeing."

"Fine, I'll give you that, but why didn't you tell me about her before I came out here? Like, why didn't you tell me about her when you called me to say happy birthday?"

"What, 'Happy birthday, Maddie, I have a girlfriend.' Yeah, that would go over great."

My eyes watered as I glared at him. "I'd rather you tell me that way than not at all! Is this why you didn't want me out here in the first place? Is this why you were so insistent on me staying with Mom?"

"Jesus no, Maddie. I wasn't lying to you when I said I would never make choices out of convenience when it came to you. I just didn't know when to bring this topic up with you in the past couple of days. Everything happened so fast; I was so bogged down with work and worrying about you that I couldn't even think."

"How does she know about me?"

As we arrived at the house he pushed the button clipped onto the sun visor making the garage door open; he pulled in and turned off the truck.

"You're my daughter, Madelyn. Whether I had children or not came up long ago."

"Don't play stupid. I mean how does she know about me moving in with you?"

"I told her."

"I see." I nodded as my bottom lip began to quiver. "You told her I was moving in with you, but you didn't bother telling me that you had a fucking girlfriend?" My eyes were flowing like waterfalls. My nose began to get stuffy from miserably failing at trying to hold my tears in.

"Madelyn, once again with your damned language. You need to watch your m-"

"Don't change the subject, Dad."

He let out a sigh while continuing to stare straight ahead at the garage wall. He rubbed his face in his hands. The roughness of his hands and the coarseness of his facial hair made a similar sound to two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against one another.

He mumbled under his breath.

"For fuck's sake..." He took a deep breath and looked at me. "Okay, fine. I fucked up, Madelyn. What do you want me to do? I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her. I already told you I didn't know when to tell you. I know it doesn't make it okay, but this will not affect you living with me at all."

"It will though!" I snapped at him.

"How!?"

"Is she going to be coming over at all? Or is she going to want to involve herself in our lives at all?"

"So you just want me to not have any companionship at all? Do you want me to tell her to piss off? It's not like I asked her out right after making the decision for you to come here."

"I... don't know."

"Well, we need to fix this, kid."

I scooted to the other side of the cabin and leaned my head against the passenger side window, staring out at the tools hung up on the wall inside the garage.

"It can't be fixed. That ship has sailed when you decided to not tell me," I said while my voice struggled due to my constant sniffling. I curled up and hugged my legs.

"Madelyn, this is getting ridiculous. Remember when you said you'd agree to follow my rules, and I told you it included discussing things like an adult?"

"Take your own fucking advice, Dad."

He slammed his fist against the dashboard causing me to yelp.

"Let's go. Get out of the truck."

"N-No." I turned back toward the window, fogging it up with my stuttering breaths.

"Madelyn, you're pushing my buttons here, kid." He opened his door, grabbed both of my suitcases and stood there. "C'mon. Get your ass out of the truck. Now," he sternly said, getting more frustrated by the second.

I swallowed deeply and shook my head.

"Just leave me alone."

"Fine. If you're going to act like a brat, then I'll treat you like one. Stay out here as long as you want. I'll be inside if you need me."

I huffed in response and bawled my eyes out once he slammed the door. I knew I probably shouldn't have been this mad about this, but I wanted him to myself. He didn't know though, but still. I couldn't help but feel betrayed.

He carried my luggage inside and slammed the door. I hated this situation and wished I weren't anywhere at all like... non-existent. Fuck him, fuck Mom, fuck everyone.

I ended up crying myself to sleep. Deciding to stay awake and daydream the whole plane trip was probably a bad idea because I was ridiculously tired. I woke up feeling like I was falling, then suddenly that sensation stopped. I opened my eyes and realized he opened the passenger side door while I was asleep and caught me as I fell out. I looked at the dashboard clock, and about an hour passed.

"Mmh..." I tried to protest but was too tired to even form coherent sentences.

"Shh... " He kissed me on my forehead and cradled me in his arms. Nudging the door that led into the house with his boot, he carried me to the guest room. He whispered into my ear, "This is your room now, kiddo." He placed me down on the bed and tucked me in. Before I could form any cognitive thought, I drifted into slumber again.

-

I awoke to rays of sun shining through the small openings in the blinds beaming down onto my face. I sat up and squinted, looking around at a big room with a few cardboard boxes stacked in the corners of them, and a few of dad's tools scattered around the floor.

He entered the room already dressed in similar clothing to what he picked me up in.

"How are you feeling?"

"Wa..." I swallowed, struggling to get saliva down my throat. "Water?"

He nodded at me and left the room. I sat up, kicking the blankets off of me. I stretched my limbs out in front of me as I yawned.

He walked back in with a full glass of water.

"Here."

I took the glass of water from him and chugged it as fast as I could. The flight made everything feel dry. I felt extremely dehydrated.

"Thank..." I coughed a little. "Thank you."

"I'm about to make breakfast, and I will have to leave for work shortly after that, so get up."

His tone still came off as irritated.

"I'm fine... I don't want to eat with you." I looked away.

"Madelyn, I'm not kidding. This needs to stop. I'm trying to be reasonable about all of this, but you're making it difficult. What's going on with you? Why is this such a big deal?"

I felt like I should've told him out of spite. Like, I should've just got it out of the way and told him I think I'm in love with him. He upset me so much that I felt like I should upset him too. If I told him everything, I don't think he would just be upset, it would change everything.

"I felt like you deceived me."

"For Christsake, Maddie. I didn't deceive you just because I didn't tell you something. I didn't lie to you. I just didn't know when to tell you is all. Think about it, I could've just as easily not answered that call in the truck. I could have lied and said it was a buddy of mine. I didn't lie though; you're not being fair."

I stared at him, on the verge of crying again. (I swear I'm going to dehydrate myself from crying so damned much.)

"Fine, so it's okay for me to hide things from you as long as I'm not lying?"

"What, are you hiding something from me? And no it's not okay. I'm being open with you, babe. I just failed to do it in a timely manner, and because of my lack of punctuality with this situation I'm being snubbed by you."

"I..." My mind was racing trying to think of how to approach this situation.

"'You' what? Are you hiding anything from me, Madelyn?"

I swallowed deeply while slowly sinking down into a submissive posture, looking at him from the edges of my eyes, not wanting to stare at him directly.

"N-"

As I began to speak, his phone alarm went off. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at me, sighing.

"I need to get going. We'll resume this talk later. I was going to make breakfast for the both of us, but that isn't happening. Help yourself to whatever you want. I bought cereal and snacks for you that are in the kitchen. I don't know why I thought you would want kid food at your age, but I stupidly bought a bunch. I guess I wasn't expecting you to grow up so damned quick."

The sound of him wrestling with his work equipment echoed into my room. I waited for the sound of the garage door to open, and him to pull out before I got out of bed.

I went into the kitchen and rummaged for something to eat. I giggled uncontrollably after seeing a row of neatly stacked 'kid food' in the fridge. A box of Go-Gurt, boxed juice, Gushers (why in the fridge?), String Cheese.

After grabbing a Go-Gurt and a glass of water, I headed back into my room. Sitting in bed, I caught up on my texts from Claire. I told her I arrived safely. She asked about how everything went with my dad. I lied and told her it went fine. I didn't want to go down that road with her.

After catching up with Claire, I recapped what went down in the garage. I thought about my dad getting stern with me again. As soon as he commanded me what to do, those butterflies returned full force. I was upset, but almost like flipping a switch, as soon as he demanded I do things, I felt all those sensations flow back into me. Like... I loved how he was treating me. I wanted him to drag me out of the truck and spank me. I wanted him to punish me any way he saw fit. I wanted to know what these things felt like so damned bad, but I was also so pissed off at him for not telling me about his girlfriend. I didn't know how to feel. I'm, like, horny and angry simultaneously. It felt stupid.

Since I was home alone, sexually frustrated, and bored, I started scrolling through more bondage gifs on Tumblr. Specifically, I looked for punishment gifs. Seeing all the various ways he could punish me made my mind race. I contemplated whether I could replicate what was happening in these images by myself to see what it'd feel like, I chuckled after realizing how dumb it would look if I was laying in my bed with my ass up in the air spanking myself. I'm sure I could figure something out, but to do so would be pathetically ambitious. I just settled for daydreaming and saw where that took me.

After turning off the screen to my phone, I shifted onto my side and closed my eyes. I grabbed one of the pillows next to me and cuddled with it. I slid my hand into my pants and settled my middle and ring fingers in between the lips of my pussy with just the tips of them nestled inside. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see if I could notice myself getting wet as I daydreamed. Like, would it be gushing? Or would it be slow? The last time this happened, I didn't even realize it until my panties were sticking to me; it kind of felt like I peed myself.

My tainted mind imagined what would have happened in the garage if he knew I wanted him and if he was okay with it. I painted this mental picture of him coming around to the passenger side door, wrapping my hair around his hand, and using it as you would reins for a horse, forcing me out of the truck and making me stumble, dragging me over to the wall and pressing my face up against it.

I opened my eyes for a second and exhaled. "Fuck." My heart was racing, and all I could think about at that moment was how much I wanted him. I continued daydreaming, thinking about him tugging my pants and panties down around my knees and making me count out loud as he ruthlessly spanked me for not obeying him. Then as soon as I thought I wouldn't be able to take much more, He-...

I get thrown out of my thoughts by the sound of the doorbell going off followed by a knock on the door. In one big flurry, I opened my eyes, threw the pillow aside, and sat up. As I pulled my hand out of my pants, I left a streak of wetness across the lower part of my tummy. I looked around for a napkin or something but couldn't find anything. I didn't want to answer the door with my fingers covered in my juices, nor did I want to wipe it on my clothes. It would've been obvious that I had my juices smeared all over myself. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" I whispered to myself while frantically looking around. Giving up on finding something, I closed my eyes, put my fingers in my mouth, and sucked off all the juices to the best of my ability. After sucking most of it off, I was comfortable wiping my spit covered fingers on the underside of my shirt, as it would be less obvious. I bolted to the door and looked through the eyehole to find an older woman with platinum blonde hair in a sundress standing there.

"Can I help you?" I said. I kept the door just inches open while peeking through the opening.

"Oh, hi! Yeah, I'm Alice. I wanted to stop by and say hi to you. I'm your dad's friend," she responded in a thick Southern accent. She extended her hand out while giving a genuinely friendly smile.

"Alice, yeah. Hi." Forcing the best smile I could give, I cordially shook her hand.

Only after her hand already made contact with mine, did I realize I shook her hand with the same hand covered in my juices. My eyes went wide, hoping she wouldn't notice, I quickly jerked my hand away, and placed it behind my back, trying to wipe off the rest on the underside of my shirt without being too obvious.

She gave me a weird look as I let out a nervous laugh and tried to play it off as nothing. "Yeah! Sorry. I was sleeping. Jetlag and all; still feeling a little off."

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear. I'd be the same way, I'm sure." She let out a chuckle and waved her hand, dismissing my apology. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me for brunch. I'd ask both you and your father, but as you know, he's a busy bee, always working."

I was ready to decline. I wanted to get back to my selfish daydreaming and see how wet I could get, but I knew something else would pop up and fuck it up for me, so whatever. Plus I figured I might as well get this out of the way.

"Um, yeah, sure, let me go get changed real quick."

"Take your time, sugar!"

We ended up going to some diner a couple miles from the house. As soon as we entered the restaurant, the waitress greeted her by name. After her introducing me to the waitress as "Logan's daughter," we settled into a booth. We ordered our food, and since it came out relatively fast, we were only able to really chat after we both finished eating.

"So how was your flight?" she asked, following up with a sip of iced tea.

"Fine." I shifted my eyes away from her and looked out the window. I didn't know what to say to her. She seemed nice, but I couldn't help but feel threatened by her.

"That's good. I'm glad you're finally with your father. I hope we can all spend more time with each other."

I shifted my gaze back onto her, struggling to find something to say in response.

"Yeah."

"Is something the matter, doll?"

"How long have you been with my dad?" I brushed off her question. If I told her what was wrong, she'd probably have a heart attack.

"Oh, for about a year or so. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering. How did you two meet?"

"We actually met in a grocery store. The sweetest thing ever. We both reached for the last package of jambalaya mix. Who'da thought a grocery store in the South would ever run out of such a thing? But like I was saying, he insisted on letting me have it in exchange for having him over for dinner when I use it. Then we exchanged information, and the rest was history!"

I chuckled unenthusiastically. "Cute."

"What about you? A beautiful thing like you, I'm sure you broke tons of hearts when you left Oregon."

Unimpressed by her attempt at complimenting me, I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, I had one boyfriend, but it went nowhere. My fingers ended up being a better partner than he did."

She spilled a little of her iced tea in front of her, mid-sip; her hands stumbled as she nervously tried to regain her composure. "Oh, my..." She awkwardly chuckled and waved to the waitress "Excuse me, could you be a dear and hand me a few napkins? Thank you so much."

"What about you, Alice? Does my dad satisfy you?" I smirked at her while carelessly pouring the contents of several sugar packets onto the empty plate in front of me.

Her face turned red as she shifted her attention back to me. "He's a wonderful man. He's always been a true gentleman." She fanned herself with a paper menu while nervously laughing.

"That's not what I mean, Alice."

"What do you mean, dear?" She shifted her eyes around the restaurant, trying to avoid eye contact with me.

"When he fucks you, does it make your knees weak?"

As she attempted to stand up quickly, she knocked the rest of her iced tea all over the table. The waitress rushed over with a dish towel and wiped it up.

"I..." She cleared her throat while distancing herself from me. "I need to use the ladies room. I'll be right back, dear."

"Take your time." I smirked as I stared out the diner window.

There was an awkwardness in the air as she drove me back home. She kept on telling me how nice it was to finally meet me, totally ignoring that I just asked what it felt like for my dad to fuck her. Once we arrived, she got out of the car and gave me a hug before she drove off. Now I was just waiting for this bomb to drop. I was sure she would call my dad. At this point, I didn't even care; I wanted to get this out of my system and finally tell him how I felt.

As soon as I entered the house I went straight to my room and plopped down onto my bed. I was too mentally exhausted to do much of anything else, so I put in my earbuds and listened to music until I dozed off.

-

I woke up to the sound of the garage door opening. Checking my phone I realized I had 27 missed calls from my dad. "Fuck, I'm in trouble." As I sat up, I heard the door leading from the garage into the house slam, and my dad dropping his equipment on the floor. "Madelyn, get your ass out here right NOW!" he roared.

I walked out into the hallway with my head hung low and hesitated to proceed any further. "H-" My words got caught in my throat as I swallowed deeply. "Hi..."

"Since discussing things like an adult doesn't work with you, I'm going to treat you like a child, is that what you want?"

"N-" Unable to respond, I nervously bit my nails while staring at the ground.

"Get over here, Madelyn." He pointed to the dining room table and started to unbuckle his belt.

I took a step back after looking up to see him pulling his belt off and folding it. "D-Daddy, I'm sorry." I swallowed deeply as I stood there staring at him with a submissive posture.

"Come. Here. Now," he said through his teeth.

"D-" As I was about to respond, he caught me taking a couple more steps backward.

"Take one more step back and I'll drag you to this table by your hair, Madelyn."

I was freaking out, all of those sensations were flooding in and sending me mixed signals. Did I want this? My body was making it feel like I did, but I knew I was in serious trouble. My heart was beating a million times a minute and my legs felt like they were turning into jello. My eyes started to pool up, threatening to spill over onto my cheeks as I stood there, frozen. I broke myself out of the stasis that I was in and mustered the ability to hesitantly walk forward. I stood on the opposite end of the dining room table from where he was standing, lowering my eyes.

He walked around to where I was at and bent me over the table. "Cross your legs at your ankles." He kept his hand firmly against the nape of my neck to keep me in place.

"W-What?" I responded, panicking. My breathing became more rapid. I was panting so hard that I was almost forming full moans.

"Do it," he commanded.