We meet up in the afternoon at some seedy motel along an old highway where Daddy has already rented a room on the bottom floor about in the middle of the building.  When we get inside, Daddy props the door open, smirking at my obvious confusion.  He takes me by the shoulders and maneuvers me so that I am still well within the room but easily seen by any passers-by, though there are few.   Then orders me to strip.  I look at him with little girl eyes, nearly tearing up but it has no effect and he again tells me to take off my clothes.

I fumble hesitantly with the fasten on my jeans, trying to stretch time.  I eventually unzip them, sliding them down and stepping out.  Looking to Daddy to see if I really must keep going. He simply nods.

Finally, completely unclothed, I am intensely aware of my vulnerability.  Daddy lets me stand there a minute or two to soak in that feeling, watching me tremble with emotion.

As he walks to the door, I expect he is giving me a reminder of his control but will now close the door and have his way with me as I thought was planned for this meeting.  I was wrong.  Instead, he leans out and calls to someone who apparently had been waiting for a signal.  As this stranger approaches Daddy, I see an exchange of a few bills and I hear him say something about having called a couple friends.  Daddy replies that as long as they have the cash there shouldn’t be a problem.

He waves the bills in my face as I try to stand still in the position assigned earlier, “Do you know what this is for, puppy?”

I have an idea, but don’t wish to guess so I just lower my eyes and shake my head.

“I think you know.