Penny needs her daddy.
Upon exiting the aircraft after a flight buffeted by frightening turbulence, Penny Forrester emerges into an alternate reality where she has swapped dimensions. She now finds herself a single woman rather than the wife of the firm-handed husband she calls daddy. Undaunted, she sets out to track down the man she loves.
When a woman he doesn’t know seeks him out and claims to be the sister of an old friend, David Forrester cannot help being drawn to her. Penny’s obvious need for a firm but loving daddy only increases his desire for her, and before long she is learning to be his good little girl both over his knee and in his bed. But when she tells him her story will he believe her?
Author: Vanessa Brooks
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 45,000 words
“Come here.” He pointed at the floor between his spread knees. Moving at a snail’s pace, she eventually arrived beside him.
“Next time I ask you to come to me, you will walk at a normal speed,” he admonished.
She cast him a sullen glance from under her lashes. Whipping his hand around her hip, he landed a heavy smack to her bottom.
“Ouch!” she complained.
“I won’t stand for sulks and temper tantrums, Penny. You behaved like a spoilt brat today. Get over my knee!” He kept his arms out of her way. This was her first test. She had to choose to submit to him, to lay herself over his lap. He needn’t have worried. Obediently she draped herself across his thigh, her hands flat on the floor. He took a moment to position her with her arse raised and swept up her short pinafore dress. His palm smoothed appreciatively over her sensible white panties before he hooked his fingers under the elastic waist and yanked them down to her knees.
“Why are you being spanked, Penny?” he asked.
“Because I was rude to my daddy,” she answered in her little voice.
“Then let me enlighten you. Sulky little girls who argue with their daddies get spanked. I’m gonna turn your little ass cherry red. You’ll think twice before you behave like a spoilt brat again, baby.” He brought his hand down on her right buttock with a resounding clap.
He repeated the exercise on her other cheek, another yelp. Keeping his arm swinging, he landed blows alternating from cheek to cheek, always landing the impact in the same place as before. Soon she had two cherry red spots radiating from the centre of each of her buttocks.
“Ouch, Daddy, it hurts!” she wailed.
“Next time you’ll think twice about sassing Daddy, won’t you?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Daddy!” she apologised.
He shifted her higher and ran his hand over her heated flesh. She moaned.
“I want you all grown up.”
“Tell me, I want to hear that you feel like you’re a woman.” His cock twitched and swelled rapidly, tightly constricted inside his jeans.
“David, I’m your woman,” she confirmed throatily, sexily.
That was definitely an adult female voice.
A low growl emanated from the back of his throat. His hand drifted over the smooth peachiness of her backside. His fingers trailed the cleft between her bottom cheeks, down into her furrow. She was gloriously wet, soaked in fact. Another moan let him know she was enjoying his ministrations. His fingers slid over the silken edges of her labia into her slippery channel. He finger fucked her until the only source of sound in the still kitchen was one of her ripe succulence.
Lifting her, he turned her about in his arms and marched with her out of the room, heading for the stairs.
“I want you,” he told her.
She didn’t reply but nodded, her pupils dilated with lust. He had something special in mind for her, something she might not be fully on board with, but it would be an excellent test of her kinky side.
He laid her on the bed. “Daddy is going to remove all your clothes.”