Little Packages Ch. 04

"I would prefer you not to go through that. So I threw a few things in the slow cooker last night before going to bed, and now you have some meals for the week. You're still going to need to make some things on your own, but now you have some extra time and you don't have me here worrying you getting scurvy," he said.

God I felt like an idiot. He was doing a nice thing and I jumped down his throat. He kissed my head and told me not to worry about it.

Still, I was feeling like a pretty crappy little girl. Then I heard his phone vibrate again. He glanced over at it and rolled his eyes. For someone who was stressed out a day ago about reaction to our relationship, he was pretty relaxed about it now.

"More responses?" I asked.

"More fan mail. You're very popular. Everyone wants to meet you. I keep saying you're busy at school, but they're very persistent. I've had a couple mention spring break, but I can't imagine you want to spend spring break in Toronto with old people," he said.

"I'd prefer to spend it right here, naked, with you," I said. I mean, yes, I was going to have to meet some of these people, but I didn't see the urgency. And I was looking forward to chilling here with Daddy for a whole week.

"I understand. I had another idea for Spring Break, but well, that's been scuttled, he said, gesturing towards a pile of papers at the end of the island.

I could smell the setup. I knew this was him scheming, but it was irresistible bait. I got up from the stool and walked down to look at the pile. On top was a thick large envelope. I picked it up and looked at it. My name was on it.

"And what is this?" I asked, waving the envelope at him. He didn't look at me. Instead he just kept assembling food into Tupperware.

"Oh that. It was going to be your Valentine's Day present. But you and Michelle spent a lot of time on Friday talking about how terrible the day is. Also, I know you're worried that I spend too much on you even though I said I'm fine for money. So I'll just return it on Monday.

"Too bad, really. It would have been the perfect excuse not to go to Toronto for spring break. But now I guess we'll have to go for at least a weekend," he said.

I took the envelope and walked over to him. He turned around and was doing an impressive job of not smirking at me. I tapped the envelope on his chest.

"You are an evil, evil, evil man," I said.

"But I'm the best Daddy ever! You told me so just minutes ago," he said.

"I am a mercurial little girl. And full of whimsy," I said, heading back towards my food. "So I can change my mind."

"Does that include accepting Valentine's Day gifts?" He asked as he began to load the Tupperware into a bag for me to take back to Montreal.

I turned the envelope over in my hands like it was a letter bomb waiting to go off. God only knows what Daddy had put inside.

Maybe plane tickets. But again it was kind of thick and it's not like you printed off a plane ticket anymore. You just waved your phone with the necessary barcode at the flight attendant.

God damn him for getting me all curious like this. I was still turning the envelope over in my hands, hoping some latent psychic abilities might kick in and tell me what was inside, when he came over to where I was sitting.

"Such a pity you'll never know," he said, reaching for the envelope. I snatched it out of his grasp and hopped off the stool.

"I haven't decided yet," I said, keeping out of his reach.

"Well you're going to have to," he said, taking a step towards me. Instead I scampered past him and moved quickly to the bedroom.

"I've decided to review the matter on the train back to Montreal. I'll let you know this evening," I said. I then went into the bedroom and slammed the door.

"You know it's not supposed to work that way," he called out from the other side of the door. I couldn't help but giggle as I hid the envelope in my belongings before he could come inside.

***

I was still examining the envelope on the train back to Montreal. I'd paid a price keeping it from Daddy and not giving him an answer. He surprised me and cuffed my hands behind the passenger seat of the car. He then spent the entire drive to the train station playing with my pussy, but didn't let me cum.

When I protested he said, "Think of it as a lesson on the consequences of not obeying your Daddy."

I thought that was mean and a disproportionate response. But it was also very erotic. I was also now a hot, frustrated mess riding a train. And I still didn't know what to do with the damn envelope.

Sitting across from me was an older lady, probably in her 60s. For most of the last hour she had simply been reading a book, but I'd catch her glancing at me sometimes. Finally her curiosity got the better of her.

"Sweetheart, if you don't mind my asking, but is that envelope going to explode or something and that's why you haven't opened it?"

I laughed and explained the situation to her. She still has the look of someone who thought they were dealing with a crazy person.

"So you're worried your boyfriend is buying you too many gifts," she said, slowly as if maybe saying it that way would make more sense.

"I've never had someone buy me things before. And thoughtful gifts. Things he thinks I will like. It just makes me feel weird. Like I don't do enough for him," I said.

"Is he expecting you to buy things for him?" she asked.

"No. He knows I'm a broke college student," I said.

"He loves you?"

"Yeah," I said, blushing.

"Then if you don't mind me saying, I think you should appreciate he likes doing these things for you and open it," she said. "Also, I'm dying to know what he got you that has you so worked up."

"Oh to hell with it," I said, and proceeded to tear open the envelope.

Inside were two more envelopes. The smaller one said "Me First" and the larger one, of course, "Me Second".

I tore up the first one and it was a Valentine's Day card. It was funny, sappy, terribly romantic, and it made me giggle. I was never throwing it out.

Then I tore into the second envelope. Inside was a plain folder. Which was weird. When I opened it there was printed flight information, glossy pamphlets, and two colored bracelets that I held up. I put my hand over my mouth and literally forgot to breathe when I realized what they were.

"Well? What did you get, dear?" she asked.

I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and a dumb smile on my face.

"I'm going to DisneyWorld," I said.