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Daddy’s Property by Sara Fields – Serialization (Part Three)

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Chapter Eight

Mason

I glanced at the clock. Cami and I always had dinner together at 6:30. She was already ten minutes late. I sat back and sipped my coffee, deciding I’d give her five more minutes before I walked upstairs and took her back over my knee with the wooden spoon in hand. I imagined what that would feel like, her little body writhing over my lap as I spanked her until she was very sore and sorry for testing me. Just thinking about it made my cock as hard as an iron spike.

But that was nothing compared to the moment when she’d called me Daddy by accident. That made me harder than I’d ever been in my entire life.

There was something about teaching this very special and very naughty girl a lesson that was making me lose my mind. She was forbidden temptation and here I was thinking about doing terrible things to her, like bending her over this table for the hardest fucking of her life.

I watched that clock carefully, waiting for the minute hand to crawl forward just enough so that I could go upstairs and deal with her as I saw fit.

Exactly four minutes later, I heard the stairs creak as she practically ran down them. She hurried into the room, and I was pleased to see that she was wearing the dress I’d picked out for her. It set off the color of her eyes beautifully. I’d thought it would and I was happy to see that I’d been right.

“Sorry I’m late! I fell asleep and didn’t set an alarm,” she professed. There was a very guilty look on her face, and I took another sip of coffee before clearing my throat, very much enjoying the way her guilt blossomed into nervous arousal with every single thing she did. She dropped her eyes to the floor, bowed her shoulders, and chewed on her bottom lip. She played with her hair and then dropped her hands, fidgeting with them in front of her torso as if she couldn’t think of where to put them.

She was goading me. I could feel it. I bet she was imagining getting another spanking right here at the dinner table. I bet her pretty little pussy was wet just thinking about it. I took my time and sipped my coffee, watching her squirm as she waited for what I would do next.

“Come here, Cami,” I finally answered, and she made an anxious sound. I held out my hand and she reached for it. When her small fingers curled around mine, I gently pulled her toward me. As soon as she was close enough, I jerked her straight over my lap. She cried out with surprise. I placed my hand at the small of her back and she stilled.

“You were spanked for being late this morning, naughty girl, weren’t you?” I asked and she shivered hard. I traced my fingers along the curve of her bottom.

“Yes,” she whined.

I lifted her dress very slowly, revealing her at the pace that I wanted. She was wearing the panties I’d chosen for her too and they framed her bottom cheeks perfectly.

“This is a second offense, little girl,” I added, and she shivered on top of my knees. Her thighs spread open just a little bit, inviting me to touch her. I would, but not quite yet. I continued, sliding my fingers along her inner thighs teasingly. Her hips jerked a little bit and there was little doubt in my mind that she was very, very turned on.

“What needs to happen to little girls who are late, not once, but twice?” I asked her.

“A spanking,” she murmured. Her voice hitched when my fingers touched the fabric that covered her pussy.

I cupped her bottom with my hand. She lifted her hips, anticipating my punishing hand, but I wasn’t going to turn her bottom bright red quite yet.

“Stand up, little girl,” I instructed and even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew without a doubt that she was pouting over not getting her pretty little bottom spanked right now. I helped her climb up and she stood in front of me, and I took her hands.

“I want you to know something, Cami-girl,” I began, and her curious eyes met mine. She was worrying her bottom lip again and I sucked in a heated breath as I imagined a much better use for that pretty mouth.

“You will be getting another spanking tonight. I want you to think about the moment when I pull those pretty panties down and bare your bottom for the punishment you will be about to get. I want you to think about what else I’m going to see when I do that,” I explained, and she shuffled from foot to foot.

“Now, Cami-girl, slip your fingers inside those very pretty panties and tell me what you find,” I guided her. She blushed bright red.

“I’ve yet to decide if I’m going to use my hand or something else to punish you, little girl. If you disobey me, I may bring the wooden spoon with me instead,” I warned, and she blushed even harder, but she still didn’t obey me.

“Not the wooden spoon,” she whined. Even as she said it though, I could see her curiosity about it. One day she might learn what it felt like, but that would be a hard punishment for her indeed. The first time she earned it, I would make sure that her bare little bottom was bright red and her pretty cheeks were lined with tears, all before she got down on her knees and sucked my cock.

Fuck.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

“Then do as I asked, naughty girl,” I coaxed her. Her cheeks were painted scarlet as she lifted her dress and slipped her fingers in her panties.

“What did you find?” I pressed.

Her face turned even redder. “I can’t say it,” she whined.

“Do I need to go to the kitchen?” I threatened. My voice was much firmer this time.

“No. Please don’t,” she whispered.

“Tell me, little girl,” I pushed.

“I’m very… umm… I’m very… wet,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“What’s wet, Cami-girl? Be specific,” I continued.

“My… my… pussy,” she stammered nervously.

“Good girl. Now lower your dress and you may go sit down for dinner. You will think about how I’m going to bare that pretty little bottom for a hard spanking later. Do you understand me?”

“I understand,” she mumbled, her gorgeous blush never fading. She slowly made her way to the seat across from me and sat down, squirming a little as she settled in. Her entire focus was somewhere else, likely struggling with her shame and arousal and the anticipation of knowing I was going to punish her later.

I’d never met anyone like her, and I knew I never would again.

I’d been careful in the past. My work didn’t allow me much free time, but I had dated a few women in the course of my life. The relationships hadn’t worked out for a variety of reasons, but only a few of them had ended up over my knee for one reason or another, all of them willing. None of them had reacted with raw desire like Cami.

With her, I wanted this. No. I needed it.

Every single thing she did told me she wanted it too.

Sure, she was young, and it might cause me some trouble in the future when it came to running for office or something, but she was worth the risk. She would be worth everything. In the end, I wanted her to choose to be mine.

I took a deep breath, watching as she squirmed in that chair. I bet she was soaking right through her panties. With a slight grin, I texted my chef, letting him know that he could bring dinner in. I would draw out her anticipation, punishing her with her own desire until I saw fit to deal with it myself.

“I saw you watching me when I was swimming earlier, Cami,” I began.

“I wasn’t… I was just walking by,” she stammered.

“Do not lie to me, Cami-girl,” I warned, and her lips opened in the cutest little gasp. She played with the hem of the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at me.

“I… yes. I watched you swim,” she admitted.

I smiled. She was a naughty girl and in need of a very firm hand from time to time, but at heart, I knew she was a good girl. She wanted to please me and that made my own heart pulse with feeling.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked and she squirmed even more.

I heard the meal cart roll into the room and glanced to the side to see Richard bringing in all the food, but I turned back to Cami almost immediately. He served the table and her face turned as red as a tomato. I wasn’t about to let her off the hook though.

“I asked you a question, Cami. I can ask my chef to go fetch me that wooden spoon, if necessary,” I threatened. In the future, I’d probably be much firmer with her, but not yet. I would give her as many chances as she needed today.

“Yeah. I mean… You swam really well,” she stalled, and I smirked at her efforts.

“That’s not why you were watching, was it?” I pushed.

“Well… no…” she whispered. The chef finished preparing the table and slowly uncovered our plates. I’d had him prepare a massive spread of Italian dishes because it was quickly becoming one of Cami’s favorites. Her eyes bulged when she took in the cheese-laden garlic bread laid out right in front of her.

“Thank you, chef,” I offered with a smile, and she echoed my sentiments. I waited until he left the room before I continued figuring out the naughty little girl sitting here with me at the table.

“Did you enjoy watching me swim as much as I enjoyed watching you come?” I said boldly and she coughed in surprise. Her eyes went wide, and her face turned even redder, revealing her feelings without even saying a word.

“You wanted to see something you didn’t get to see this morning, didn’t you?” I pressed. Her eyes glanced downward right at my cock for just a moment before she remembered herself. Her gaze tore away just as quickly, her expression nothing but aroused guilt.

“I… I don’t… I didn’t…” she murmured. My cock was impossibly hard. I wanted nothing more than to sink myself inside her tight little pussy.

“You wanted to see because you wondered how it would have felt if you had bent over that table this morning,” I pressed.

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her pretty little face told me everything. I swallowed hard. It was now or never.

“I will give you another two choices. This time, perhaps you’ll choose what you really want instead of being sassy,” I continued. She squirmed in her chair, but her attention was fully on me. She wanted to be given the option. She liked having the choice.

I knew what she’d done this afternoon. I knew she had touched herself thinking about what happened this morning, that she’d come twice, both times pretty hard from the sound of things. I’d heard her voice. I’d heard her saying my name when she came.

“We can sit down at the table and have a nice dinner together. Then, you can spend the evening doing whatever you want with the caveat that you will be spanked and put to bed at a decent hour tonight,” I offered.

She looked down at the table, waiting for the second option.

“Or you can choose to kneel down in front of me and thank me properly with that beautiful mouth for your orgasm this morning, along with all the rest you’ve had in your room without my permission. Then, after we finish dinner, you will bend over the table the way you should have this morning so you can find out how I deal with naughty girls who need a whole lot more than hard spankings to teach them a lesson,” I finished.

This time, she stared at me with eyes as wide as saucers. There was no fear in them though. They were full of curiosity, arousal, and something else.

Hope.

She licked her lips and looked down at the table, playing with the tablecloth hem again as she decided on the choices I’d given. She reached for her glass of water and took a small sip before she stood up from her chair. She approached me and I wasn’t quite certain if she was going to kneel for me or slap me across the face.

“How did you know about the orgasms?” she asked shyly.

“I’ve heard them, little girl. You were thinking about some very naughty things when you came, weren’t you?”

“I… Maybe,” she whispered bashfully.

She was fucking perfect.

“Make your choice, little girl,” I pushed, and she hesitated for only a moment before she got down on her knees. She stared up at me with these deviously innocent eyes and I lost myself in them. I reached for her and traced my thumb along her chin, just appreciating her beauty as she kneeled there for me.

“That’s my good girl,” I praised, and her eyes lit up with unadulterated joy. I would remember that. I slid my thumb along her lip, touching the wet warmth just inside her mouth and she sighed. I spent a few more moments just enjoying the sight of her on her knees. The little minx started to grow impatient though and moved her head in such a way that she could take my thumb in between her lips. She suckled softly and I groaned with pleasure at her efforts.

“No. You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?” I murmured.

She smiled and sucked on my thumb a little harder. I let her show off for a few moments, thoroughly appreciating the way she was using her little tongue to tease me too. Eventually though, I grew impatient and pulled my hand away.

She watched as I settled my hands on the buckle of my belt. I could see her nerves playing out all over her face, but there was raw desire and excitement there too.

When I slid the belt through the buckle, she never took her eyes off it. She squirmed and her nipples hardened visibly.

I’d remember that too.

Chapter Nine

Cami

I couldn’t keep still as I watched him slide the end of the belt through its clasp. I worried my lip, wondering if he would ever use that on me instead of the wooden spoon that he kept threatening me with. He unbuttoned his slacks next, slowly lowering the zipper after that. I could see the outline of his cock in his dark gray underwear, and it was enormous. For several seconds, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to take such a monster inside my mouth, but it didn’t much matter now.

I’d knelt for him. I’d made my choice. I wasn’t going to back out now, not when this could be the start of something that could be everything.

He pushed his underwear down, finally revealing his cock to me for the very first time. I couldn’t keep my mouth closed. It was easily the biggest cock I’d ever laid my eyes on. It was either nine or ten inches long and very thick. Far thicker than anything I’d ever taken inside of me before. The veins on either side were pulsing with blood. He was so hard, and I just wanted to reach out and touch it.

Would it hurt when he fucked me? Would I like it as much as I thought I would?

“You’ve wanted to see this for a very long time, haven’t you, little girl?” he murmured, and I cried out loud with my shame.

“I… I don’t… I mean… yes,” I said weakly. There was no use denying it now. Even as I said it, his expression was the same. He had already known anyway. I turned my eyes to the floor, and he reached for my chin again, making me look at the steel-hard rod between his legs.

My clit throbbed. My inner walls spasmed with wanton desire. I wanted nothing more than to climb up on his lap and ride him.

“You came hard for me when I touched you this morning, didn’t you?” he smiled.

“Yes,” I admitted, trying to fight his grip and look anywhere but his firm gaze. I couldn’t for long though.

“You will show me with that pretty mouth how much you want to come just as hard for me again later tonight,” he purred, and my core flipped with arousal.

His thumb was rough, but I remembered how it felt on my clit, how I’d screamed when he’d made me come and how I wanted to feel that again. I wanted even more after that too.

Tentatively, I leaned forward, facing the monstrosity of the cock before me. The head of it was enormous, the slit at the top already beading with pre-cum. Before I thought better of it, I tipped forward and licked it off with the tip of my tongue. It was jarring at first, but all Mason. Salty sweet flavors burst across my tongue, and I hummed with delight at the taste of it.

I’d given blowjobs before, but never for someone like this. It hadn’t been great for me before, though this time, it felt different. This time, I wanted to do it.

Just the thought of taking this man’s cock in my mouth made my clit throb. I wanted to please him. I wanted to thank him for making me come and for everything else he’d done for me. He’d given me a home. He’d taken me over his knee and now, I didn’t even know what might come next.

The unknown of it all excited me.

With a bit of hesitation, I circled my hand around his cock. His skin was velvety soft, which was in stark contrast to how hard his erection was. I hummed nervously, and I held it steady with my fingers as my open lips surrounded the head. He groaned with pleasure, which only spurred me on. I wanted to hear that sound again. I wanted to know what he sounded like when he came.

I suckled lightly, bobbing my head up and down and taking him a bit deeper each time. His cock was girthy enough to make my cheeks a little sore. I worked my hand up and down at the base of his cock. The more I pleased him this way, the bolder I felt.

“That’s a good girl,” he sighed. I moaned around his cock, swirling my tongue as best I could.

I pushed him a bit deeper, trying to impress him with what I knew. Without meaning to, I hit my gag reflex and had to back off a bit before I could get myself under control.

“You don’t need to deep-throat me, Cami-girl. All you need to show me is how enthusiastic you can be with your mouth,” he coaxed. His hand grazed the back of my head, petting it gently. I expected him to push my head down on his cock, but he didn’t. It was as if he was simply encouraging me with his touch, and it made me want to please him that much more.

Feeling a bit braver, I suckled a bit harder. I swirled my tongue and did everything I could with both my mouth and my hands to make him feel as good as he’d made me. When he groaned with pleasure, I knew I was on the right track.

Both of his hands threaded through my hair, fisting it gently and pulling it tight. He still didn’t force me down, but it felt like he was controlling me anyway. His grip was hard enough to cause a flare of stinging pain to blossom across the back of my scalp, which nearly made my eyes roll back in my head in a deliciously unexpected mixture of pain and pleasure. It took me by surprise how much I liked it.

I moaned around his cock and his fingers tightened a bit more, so I did it again.

The next sound that came out of his mouth was something like a growl and a groan at the same time. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning, but I sucked harder all the same. I ignored my sore lips and cheeks and showed him all the enthusiasm that I was capable of. I suckled him even more vigorously, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could until he made another groaning sound, although much deeper than all the rest.

He sounded like a feral beast.

My pussy felt like it was on fire with passionate need. As if he could read my mind, he cleared his throat and he spoke just as I was reaching to touch my clit.

“Don’t you dare touch that little pussy without my permission, little girl,” he rumbled, and I flinched, jerking my one free hand away and placing it directly on his thigh obediently. His voice had left no question in my mind that if I’d been disobedient in that moment, that I’d be sobbing over his knee in punishment. I wanted a different kind of experience tonight.

I wanted him to spank me hard enough to make my pussy wet. Then I wanted him to fuck it.

I moaned around his cock, nodding a little so that he knew I understood. I bobbed my head back and forth and he made another deeper groan.

“You will swallow what I give you, Cami-girl,” he growled. His hands tightened now, holding me in place. I finally realized his intention. He wouldn’t force me down on his cock, but he wasn’t going to allow me to back off either.

My pussy flooded at the thought of being controlled like that. This time, he’d let me take the lead for the most part. He’d let me discover the length of his cock with my own mouth on my terms, but I felt like the next time might possibly be different. Would he take control completely and fuck my mouth himself?

There was no doubt in my mind that I’d soaked through my panties by now.

His fingers dug into my scalp, and I whimpered around his cock at the increasing agony, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to. I suckled harder, swirled my tongue more vigorously and at long last, I was rewarded with his roar of pleasure.

I was so proud of myself that I almost forgot about what came after that.

His seed spurted against the back of my throat, and I choked for several long seconds. Eventually, I got ahold of myself and started swallowing around him, taking each subsequent burst of cum down my throat. The taste of him was so strong, so consuming, but I found myself craving every last drop. I drew back a little when he finished, taking my time to clean off the head of his cock. I licked him slowly and teasingly, and in the end I was rewarded with a deep satisfied groan.

His hold on the back of my head softened and he used his fingers to smooth and straighten out my hair once again.

“Good girl,” he purred. For a moment, he looked down at me like he was savoring the moment with me still on my knees before him before he began to speak again.

“Now it’s time for dinner, isn’t it?” he asked. I swept my tongue along my lips, capturing any stray beads of his seed with it. He watched me with a restrained eagerness, and I couldn’t help but imagine what he would be like when he let that restraint free. He offered me a hand and I took it. He pulled me back up to my feet before he tucked his cock away. Amused, he chuckled when he saw me pout at its sudden disappearance.

“I’m beginning to think a girl like you needs a bright red bottom more often, Cami,” he scolded teasingly, and I blushed, looking down to the floor. I could still taste him on my tongue. I liked that.

He grabbed a slice of garlic bread, tearing off a piece and bringing it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it eagerly, chewing as a burst of flavors exploded across my tongue.

“This is delicious!” I exclaimed with my mouth still full.

“I thought you might think so,” he grinned. “Now come, let’s enjoy a nice dinner and then I’ll deal with you as I see fit. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” I smiled shyly. My body was still pulsing with fiery desire. From the ends of my fingers to the tips of my toes, I felt my need surge through me, every nerve crackling with electricity and ready to ignite.

His hand slid under my dress, only just cupping my pussy. “You’re much wetter than before, my Cami-girl. I can feel it soaking through your panties,” he observed. I blushed, wanting to run, and wanting to stay to see if he would touch me.

“I…” I began and he shook his head as he pulled away his hand.

“Go sit down now, little girl, and I’ll serve you dinner,” he instructed. I blushed hard, trying to figure out why I was reacting like that. I’d sucked his cock and now I was needier than ever. I didn’t know what to do other than obey.

I felt the absence of his touch all the way to my chair, but when I sat down and looked back at him, all I saw was the pride on his face and that made me feel better.

“What do you want to try first?” he asked.

I pointed at several different dishes, and he served me a small portion of all of them. He filled up my plate and I dug in, eating my fill and enjoying every bite. He made sure that I was all set before he served himself, which felt quite special to me. I broke off another piece of garlic bread, dunking it in the sauce left on my plate and wiping it clean.

Everything was incredible, but the cheese-covered garlic bread was my favorite. It was simple, but it was easily the best thing on the table, followed by the lasagna or chicken parmigiana or even the stuffed manicotti.

I’d be eating leftovers for days and I was ridiculously excited over the prospect of that.

“You should give the chef a raise,” I said happily, and he lifted his brow.

“Do you think so?” he asked suggestively.

“Yes,” I grinned. I shifted on my seat and my traitorous little clit practically sang at the change in sensation. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep myself under control. It was really quite difficult, and he kept his eyes on me as if he could see the struggle playing out all over my face.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled.

“Sometimes, Miss Ethel would let me help her in the kitchen. I thought it was fun learning my way through a few recipes,” I said softly.

“I can have my chef teach you if you like. Do you want to know how to make something special?” he asked curiously.

“The garlic bread,” I rushed to say, then I sat back and thought about it a little more carefully. “Maybe the lasagna too. I don’t know. A few different things, I guess.”

“Perhaps I won’t have the chef teach you. Maybe I’ll teach you that myself,” he added next, his gaze darkening dangerously. He didn’t say anything further and I was left to imagine what would happen.

I swallowed. There were two kitchens in the house. The main kitchen was well stocked with food and drink, but the chef cooked in the much bigger commercial kitchen in one of the other wings of the house.

“Cooking in the kitchens would mean that the wooden spoons you keep warning me about would be that much closer,” I whispered hoarsely. By the time I’d realized I’d said the words out loud, I gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth.

“You’re right, little girl,” he grinned. “Maybe you’d remember to behave or maybe you wouldn’t, but I think we both know how I would handle your naughtiness, don’t we?”

“Yes,” I blushed.

“Are you finished eating?” he asked pointedly.

“Yes. I’m done. It was quite yummy,” I smiled.

“Good. Now that we’re both done, you will clear off the plates. Do you remember what I told you to do after that?” he questioned purposely and there was a very clear seductive sheen to his eyes. My core squeezed tight in anticipation.

“I do remember,” I murmured, my mouth growing dry at the insinuation. He stood and I could see a very obvious outline of his cock through his slacks. He was hard again, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. I watched as he rolled over an empty cart and sat back down. What was he going to do? What did I want him to do?

Slowly, I started to clear off the dirty plates. I covered the leftovers with their lids and carefully put them back onto the cart. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. I could feel him studying my legs and my breasts and my bottom when I bent over right in front of him to reach something on the far side of the table. I arched my back a little, trying to goad him into touching me, but he didn’t. Not yet at least.

By the time I was done, my desire had reached new heights. I took a deep breath and met his eyes, knowing what he expected me to do.

He’d given me the option to bend over the table this morning for a fucking and I’d been too much of a chicken to do it, so I’d told him off and he left. I’d had the rest of the day to regret that decision though and now more than anything, I wanted that fucking.

I wanted him. Desperately.

I could go back up to my room and touch myself and I knew I could make myself come that way. I would fantasize about that spanking he would give me before bed and I knew it would be a good orgasm, but I wanted his fingers and his cock inside me more than anything.

It needed to be him, not me.

I stood at the end of the table for a few moments before I was brave enough to do what I should have done this morning. I took a deep breath and bent over it.

The dress that he’d chosen for me was so short. It had ridden up slightly, and I could feel the bottom curves of my cheeks just peeking out from beneath it. I lifted my gaze to his as he smiled, dark excitement crossing his features as he stood up.

“Good girl,” he said as he dragged his fingers along my arm, then down my back and finally across my buttocks. “This dress becomes you. It pleases me to see you wear it.”

I shivered with contentment at the sound of his pleasure.

He maneuvered behind me, and I turned my head so that my cheek lay on the table. His fingers continued to graze my lower back, sliding back and forth teasingly and I couldn’t help it as I rose on my toes seeking more. My clit was throbbing so hard that it felt like it had its own heartbeat.

He slid his fingers beneath my dress and slowly lifted it up to my mid back, revealing my bottom fully to his gaze. His fingertips glided along the edges of my panties. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him kneel behind me, getting an even closer look at my backside in the lingerie he’d given me. I squirmed a little in embarrassment as his fingers grasped the fabric that still hid my most private of places from his view.

His other hand glanced against my cloth-covered pussy. It was as if he was telling me that he was going to see everything in just a few moments and my nipples pebbled into hard little points against the table.

I whimpered nervously.

His fingers grasped the lacey fabric and he pulled them down leisurely, revealing my bare bottom and soaking wet pussy inch by terribly slow inch. I gasped, arching into the table, and pressing my thighs together as if I could hide what he was seeing even though I knew it would hide nothing. He squeezed my left bottom cheek and his fingers reached just inside enough to glance against the outer folds of my pussy.

“Now, if you’d been a good girl and bent over the table this morning, your bottom would still be red enough for a fucking. You’re not even a little bit pink anymore, Cami,” he chided, and I squirmed, sliding my thighs against one another anxiously.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?” he pressed, and I knew what he wanted to hear. I also knew what I wanted to say.

I was quiet as he pulled my panties down my legs. He guided each of my feet out of them and placed them in front of me on the table so that I could see them. His gaze was dark as he arranged them so that the seat was on display, which also meant that I could see just how wet I’d made them. I closed my eyes, knowing that he could see it too.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Naughty girls only get fucked with bright red bottoms. What does that mean for you, little girl?”

I covered my face with my hands for a moment. “I’m about to get a spanking?” I asked, my voice trembling with arousal.

“That’s right, naughty girl. You will spread your legs for me. I want to see that wet little pussy as I punish you,” he ordered, and my fingers dug into the table as I slowly moved one foot and then the other.

He moved to the side so that I could see him, and he reached down to his belt. I stared at him, unable to tear my eyes away as he unbuckled it and slid the tip free of the clasp. I gasped in surprise and fear. He’d used nothing more than his hand so far and that hurt enough. I knew that his belt would sting that much more, but I was so curious, and my clit throbbed hard. I gulped, gawking at him as he pulled the belt free from the loops of his slacks. It made a gentle swishing noise and my pussy tightened immediately at the sound of it.

He folded it over so that I could see it.

“You’re not using your hand?” I asked nervously.

He shook his head. “No, little girl. Tonight, you’re going to get a taste of my belt,” he warned, and he moved out of my sight. He tapped the belt against his palm several times and I struggled to keep my legs open as he’d asked. I knew he’d settled behind me because his free hand grazed against the middle of my back. He pressed down slightly, holding me in place for what was about to come.

My thighs trembled.

I’d imagined a moment like this for as long as I could remember, my dress pooled around my waist with my bottom entirely bare for a spanking with a belt and my body flooded with heat. Unintentionally, I lifted my hips a little bit, almost as if I was presenting myself for him to punish me. A soft moan escaped me, and my cheeks flared red hot. By the time he was through with me, my face would probably match my ass.

The belt tapped against my bottom once. It wasn’t a full swing, but it was enough to make me tense. This was going to feel so much different than his hand.

“You were late to dinner, weren’t you, my Cami-girl?” he asked, and I trembled.

“Yes,” I breathed.

My clit pulsed excitedly at the same time that my bottom clenched nervously. I swallowed hard as he pulled the belt away. I knew that he’d swung it back down by the sound of it cutting through the air and I flinched before it hit.

The crash of it against my backside was jarringly loud, but the line of fire that followed took me by surprise more than anything. My hands slapped onto the table as I tried to push myself up, but his hand held me firmly in place. It was as if I hadn’t tried to get up at all.

When a second one followed, all I could do was cry out. My mouth opened and I gasped, struggling as the fiery lash swelled hot for several seconds, only to fade into a painful ache that refused to quell. The sting of the belt was so much more intense than his hand and I bit my lip, trying to take it well simply because I wanted to impress him.

A third strike lashed both my bottom cheeks and I jerked against the table, closing my eyes. The third one had been harder than the rest, stinging hotter and more fiercely with every passing second. My thighs instinctually pressed together. My pussy felt so exposed and I suddenly worried that the belt might punish me there too.

A quick series of strikes peppered my backside, and I turned my head, pressing my forehead against the table as if it would help me in some way. I tried to squirm out of range of the wicked strap, but his hold left no doubt in my mind that he would keep me in place until my bottom was thoroughly reddened.

“Oh! Please! It hurts!” I cried out and he belted me even harder several times.

“It’s supposed to, naughty girl,” he answered, and I whined openly now even as my core spiraled with desire. “You were late twice now, and I aim to make an impression before I take care of this soaking wet little pussy.”

I yelped as he thrashed me. He was so thorough with that belt, punishing the upper portions of my bottom cheeks all the way down to the place where my thighs began. Then he went down even lower. One at a time, he attacked my upper thighs. I wailed at the sudden sting, overwhelmed at once by how much more viciously it hurt.

“Oh, please! I’m sorry!” I whimpered, but the belt continued to swing.

“Who decides when your spanking ends, little girl?” he asked, and my clit throbbed greedily as if it was asking for more chastisement.

“You!” I squeaked.

He lashed my bottom several more times with the belt, making me gasp and whine with each one. I soon worried if and when it might end. Could I take it? Would I cry? Did I want to?

My pussy pulsed hotter. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but the belt kept licking my backside. I could feel each welt rising on my skin, scalding hot and when his hand pressed a bit more firmly against my back, I relaxed.

Something inside me switched and I relinquished control. My bottom lifted, seeking out each painful lash and the hard squeeze of desire soon followed. I whimpered, but it sounded more like a moan. He slowed, putting more force into each strike but pausing longer between each one.

The pain surged over me like a tidal wave, the sting cruel and ruthless at first, building higher and higher until it flowed away, only to be replaced by pleasure.

My hips rolled and another moan escaped me. In the interlude between beltings, I felt a single drop of arousal roll down my thigh.

“Please,” I begged.

I wasn’t asking for him to stop anymore. I wasn’t pleading for mercy. I was asking for more.

“Six more, little girl. They’re going to be hard,” he warned.

“Yes,” I whispered. I couldn’t hide my need at this point. I wanted more of the belt and there was no doubt in my mind that he knew it too.

The first of those six took my breath away. The second one made me gasp. The third made me question my sanity and the fourth licked the tops of my thighs hard enough to make me wail. The fifth lashed the place where my bottom met my thighs, hard enough that I knew I would feel it every time I sat down the next day.

I had one more to go. He used his foot to spread my legs a bit wider and I whimpered. He tapped the belt against my pussy one time, and I stiffened, a sudden flare of intense fear and arousal hurtling through me with wild abandon.

“The last one is going to be here, naughty girl,” he announced.

“Please, not there,” I whispered.

“You’ve been touching this needy little pussy without my permission, haven’t you, Cami?” he asked.

“Yes,” I wailed.

“In your room this afternoon. Sometimes late at night. Tell me, who are you thinking about when your fingers steal between your thighs?” he pressed and I squirmed against him, inadvertently rubbing my pussy against the belt.

“You,” I whispered hoarsely.

“That was very naughty, wasn’t it, little girl?”

“It was,” I whined.

“Ask me to punish this bare little pussy with my belt,” he ordered, and my clit throbbed so hard it ached.

“But it will hurt!” I exclaimed.

“I know it will, but that is exactly what’s making you so very wet right now, isn’t it?”

I knew he was right. I both loathed and loved that he was. My breathing quickened and my pussy clenched reflexively with desire.

“Yes!” I wailed.

“Ask for the last one, little girl,” he pushed.

“Please punish my bare pussy with your belt,” I breathed, tightening my thighs, and trying to keep my legs spread at the same time.

The belt swept up between my thighs for that sixth and final strike, slapping against my tender wet folds hard enough to cause a burning sting to radiate across my most sensitive place. Immediately, my pussy felt scalded by the leather strap, and I rose on my tiptoes, trying to take it as the agony started to crest. It quite literally felt like my pussy was on fire and I whined and wailed until it finally began to fade into a more gradual stinging ache.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and I slowly relaxed against the table once more. Now that my spanking was over, the sore burn washed over me. My bottom and pussy ached, and I felt thoroughly chastised and more aroused than ever.

“May I reach back and touch it?” I asked anxiously.

“You may, little girl. Your bare bottom is bright red and marked quite beautifully from my belt,” he answered. He drew his hand away from my back, no longer holding me down. When I reached my hand back, he lightly grasped my wrist and guided me to touch one of the rising welts. It felt hot to the touch and a sudden sense of pride blossomed through me. I’d taken that. I hadn’t kicked or flailed too much. I’d taken Mason’s belt and now, hopefully, he’d fuck me with his cock.

“Do you like it?” I asked nervously.

“I do, little girl. Seeing you bent over the table with your bottom thoroughly belted is making my cock very hard,” he groaned, and I gasped with aroused hope.

He spent a few more moments studying me, dragging his fingers over my scalded backside, and just glancing against the insides of my thighs. He didn’t touch me where I wanted him to touch me the most though, much to my chagrin. My hips moved to seek out his touch, trying in vain to angle myself just right so that he would slip those fingers inside me.

“Are you ready for the fucking that you’ve needed since I took you over my knee last night, little girl?”

“Yes! Please!” I begged.

“You will ask me for it, little girl,” he demanded. His tone was firm, leaving no room for anything else. I would do as he instructed, or I wouldn’t get fucked.

“Please…” I began. I lost my nerve for a moment, but when I began again, I lifted my hips and committed. I wanted his cock and I wanted it badly.

“Please fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely, my face flushing with shame.

“What does a little girl call the man who spanks her bare bottom when she’s been a very naughty girl?” he replied, catching me off guard. I furrowed my brow, unsure of what he was insinuating for a second before I gulped hard, recognizing what he wanted and desperately wanting to not say it.

“I’m not sure,” I answered, chewing my lip and squirming back and forth as I waited for him.

“Yes, you do, little girl, and you will tell me unless you want more of my belt before I put you to bed wet and needy,” he warned.

He was right. I did know. Last night when he’d punished me, I’d called him Daddy without meaning to and this morning, he’d made me call him that before he would touch me. My body came alive at the thought, radiating with need and desire, if only he would give it to me.

I whimpered.

“Daddy,” I finally answered, feeling my face flush so hot that I thought it might be on fire.

“Ask Daddy for your fucking, Cami-girl,” he instructed, and I wailed against the table, thoroughly overwhelmed by my shame and desire for that very thing. It felt so wrong, so taboo, and I wanted it so very badly.

“Please. I can’t,” I answered without meaning to.

His hand returned to my lower back, and I flinched. He didn’t reach for the belt like I’d expected though. Instead, he reached his fingers between my thighs and slid them along my very wet folds. I gasped as he found my clit. Slowly, he began to circle it, causing shivers of pleasure to catapult up and down my legs. My thighs quivered at the unexpected caress, and I leaned into it, hoping he would make me come right then and there.

He never increased the pressure, teasing me lightly enough to make my pussy convulse with painful need. I tried to fight the rising desire within me, but it soon became pointless. It kept building, higher and higher until it was burning inside me. Just a little harder, a little faster, a bit more anything really and I’d explode like a firework.

Soon enough, I was writhing and moaning beneath him. My entire body felt like it was surging with electricity and the more he teased and taunted me with orgasm, the more painful it became. I’d never been edged so long in my life, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

I begged. I pleaded for release, but he listened to none of it.

“You know what Daddy wants to hear, little girl,” he answered. I was so embarrassed by both wanting to say the words and not wanting to say them. My need was far greater, however.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“You have two choices, little girl. You can ask Daddy to fuck you, or you will be put to bed with an even sorer bottom and a much wetter little pussy,” he declared. I knew this was my last chance. If I chose the second one, I knew it would probably end in tears.

I desperately wanted the first option.

“Please… fuck me… Daddy,” I whispered.

“Louder, little girl. Beg Daddy for what you need so very badly,” he demanded.

“Please! Fuck me, Daddy. I need you, Daddy. Please! I need you to fuck me really hard,” I begged. My voice trembled and it was only a little louder, but his answering growl was enough. I heard him lower his zipper and I widened my thighs a bit more. I didn’t look, but I heard him tear open a condom package. I blushed, knowing that very soon I was going to be full of the man I’d been dreaming about for weeks. He rolled the condom on and growled in appreciation. I imagined he was looking at me. I hoped he was enjoying what he saw.

I lifted my hips and the head of his cock finally pressed against my entrance.

“Hearing you call me Daddy makes my cock the hardest it’s ever been, little girl,” he groaned, and I tensed as he pushed himself inside me just a little. Even though I’d taken him in my mouth, my pussy was not prepared for a man of his size. I whined as he pressed inside me, the burning stretch just as punishing as his belt.

“Daddy,” I gasped, struggling a bit to take his enormous cock even though I desperately wanted it. I wanted to hate calling him that, but I couldn’t. For him, it felt perfect, even though it was a little wrong.

“Taking Daddy’s cock is going to hurt, naughty girl. I don’t plan on being gentle with you,” he said firmly.

His words sent a flare of arousal shooting through me and my pussy squeezed around him.

“I felt that, my naughty little girl,” he groaned. He thrust more of his cock inside me, which made me cry out once more. He worked himself inside slowly, but every inch I took was painful until at long last he was fully seated within my channel. He leisurely thrust into me a few times, groaning with every whimper and whine I made.

“This little pussy is just as incredible as I’d imagined it would be,” he murmured, and my face flushed again. He’d been thinking about me too. That knowledge took me by surprise, and it made my heart pulse. I liked that. A lot.

His cock felt like an enormous steel rod sinking deep into me, owning me, and possessing me with every slow thrust.

“Your bare little pussy felt my belt today, didn’t it, little girl?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He slapped my right bottom cheek hard. “Refer to me properly, little girl. Do not make me remind you again,” he warned, and my pussy clenched down firmly. I couldn’t hide my reactions when he was inside me like this.

“Yes Daddy,” I whimpered. It rolled off my tongue a little more easily this time, but it was still difficult.

“Good girl,” he answered, his voice thick with desire and pride. “You should know that your tight little pussy squeezes around my cock every time you call me Daddy.”

I wailed and he thrust inside me far harder than before. I squealed and he gripped my hips, pulling me back so that they didn’t rock into the table. I thought it was sweet at first, but then he started using his hold on me as leverage to fuck me a bit harder.

“Oh! Please! That hurts,” I whined.

“A spanking isn’t the only way to punish you, little girl. Daddy is going to teach you a very firm lesson at the end of his cock,” he growled and my pussy practically spasmed around him.

He leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear, and I gasped, but it ended up sounding more like a moan than anything else.

“If you had been a good girl and bent over the table this morning, I would have fucked you gently, but you were a naughty girl, weren’t you? You need Daddy to punish you so that you know how much he cares for you,” he demanded, thrusting hard into me with every word.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned and he pistoned into me several times so hard that I would have toppled over if the table wasn’t beneath me. My pussy squeezed hard around his cock, and he jerked me backwards a bit farther, enough to where he could reach one hand around the front of me.

His fingers brushed my clit.

“Oh, please!” I whined. I tried to rock against his touch, but that only resulted in him spanking my clit. I cried out in surprise even as my body spasmed around him in a very shameful reveal of what I really thought about his harsh response.

His fingers returned to my clit, driving me wild with his touch at the same time his cock surged in and out of my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to keep still and failing. I was so wound up I could think of nothing else but to beg. He’d liked that before. Maybe he would like that now.

“Daddy, please. Please make me come,” I pleaded. He growled with desire.

“How many times did you come while thinking about Daddy’s cock this afternoon, little girl?” he asked.

“Two times, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Then you will come three times for me tonight,” he vowed, snapping his hips hard enough that his pelvis practically spanked the sore flesh of my backside.

“I’ve never…” I began.

His palm slapped my pussy again, only harder this time. The sting was insurmountable for several moments. I was so tender. I was almost certain that if he spanked me that way one more time, I would come simply from the myriad sensations alone.

“You’re going to come for Daddy three times like a good girl, aren’t you, Cami?” he declared, and my body reacted almost viscerally with raw need.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, and his fingers descended onto my clit with intention this time. His touch was firm, almost cruel, but it was exactly what I needed. My core spiraled with pleasure, curling tighter with every passing second until I thought I would split in two. His cock connected the two of us as one, taking over my every waking thought even as his fingers tortured my clit.

I’d thought about this moment for so long. I’d wanted to see him, to feel him inside me like this, to take possession of my body as his once and for all and now it was happening. My belted flesh burned, but now it was simply fueling my arousal and making it flare that much hotter.

I moaned desperately, unable to keep myself from clawing at the table. I writhed and bucked beneath him, taking what he gave me and suffering through every deliciously wicked moment. My body quaked, shaking with unreleased bliss that threatened to break free at any second. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I wailed, struggling to keep my composure even as I realized that it would soon be a battle that I would not win.

“That’s it, little girl. Come hard for Daddy,” he encouraged.

His words made me fall apart. My body obeyed him, shattering at his command. I screamed as my sore pussy spasmed around his cock, electric surges of pleasure racing through me with the power of a thousand storms. I howled as I writhed, but he didn’t stop. He just continued to fuck me, thrusting into me harder than ever, all while he worried my clit and forced me to take every second of that first orgasm he could.

It was powerful and incredible, but it was freedom like I’d never felt before.

By the time that initial release began to ebb, I was panting and struggling to draw in air. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest and my body continued to shake with one powerful aftershock after the next.

He slowed down the pace of my fucking, letting me catch my breath before he started winding up again.

“Please! My clit! I’m too sensitive,” I whined.

He cupped my pussy in warning. “I can always spank your little clit instead, naughty girl,” he threatened, and my inner walls gripped him hard again.

“No. Not that, please, Daddy,” I begged, and he returned to teasing my clit with his fingertips once again. I sighed in relief, even though it was still a little punishing to be touched like that so soon after my first orgasm.

“Two more orgasms, little girl,” he stated, and I shook with nervous anticipation. His forceful touch persisted and the initial sensitivity I’d felt soon fled, only to be replaced with an even greater need. He started to increase the pace of his thrusts once again, which renewed the soreness in my already well-used channel, but my need grew to overwhelm the pain in a terrifyingly quick span of time.

“Daddy has thought about fucking this sweet little pussy many times, little girl,” he told me and my core spasmed hard. I found that so arousing and I couldn’t help but moan, both ashamed and excited to know he’d been thinking about me that way too.

“Daddy,” I gasped, and he slammed his cock into me so hard that the pain overwhelmed me for several moments, only to be replaced by a slingshot of pleasure that left me shaking for far longer.

“Come for me again, little girl. Daddy wants to feel you come on his cock,” he groaned, and I wailed as his fingers forced my desire to a head. My second orgasm was on me far quicker than I had anticipated. It slammed into me with such intensity that I started screaming well before it started. My core snapped hard, and I bucked even as he held me down so that he could fuck me even more roughly.

This was everything I’d ever dreamed about, but better. He took control from the moment his cock had entered me. My desire blazed red hot, simmering through my veins with so much power that I thought I might burst into flames.

I lost myself in that second orgasm and I relished it. It hurt. It was magnificent. It was absolutely incredible.

By the time it was over, I was no longer screaming, but whimpering and struggling to get a hold of myself. Once again, he slowed his thrusts and gave me a few moments to gather myself.

It wasn’t enough time though. Before I was ready, he started fucking me harder than ever. I screamed. I moaned pitifully, all the while knowing that I still had one more orgasm to go.

Daddy said I had to come three times.

“Please, Daddy. I can’t,” I whined.

“You’re going to come one more time for me, little girl. Trust me. Daddy knows what you need,” he growled, and the wet sound of my fucking finally dawned on me. It was shamefully noisy, and the most embarrassing part was that all of the wetness was mine.

“Daddy,” I murmured and his grip on me tightened.

“Daddy’s got you, Cami-girl. You’re safe. All you must do now is come,” he coaxed. Even as he said it, I already knew it. In small ways, he’d looked out for me since the day we met. Now all I had to do was give him my trust and my surrender.

I would give him both.

“Please. Make me come again, Daddy,” I pleaded.

“That’s my girl,” he answered, and his fingers played lightly across my clit. I knew this final orgasm would be the hardest one of all. I rocked against him, taking his cock inside me as deep as it would go.

The image of him taking off his belt played over my mind. I relived moments of last night and this morning and this evening, and my desire to orgasm returned with vicious force.

“Please punish me, Daddy. Please,” I begged. To be honest, I wasn’t certain whether I’d said the words aloud. It didn’t really matter in the end.

I got what I asked for. Really, I got far more than I bargained for.

His cock pounded into me, sinking so deep that it slammed against my cervix over and over again. Every thrust was painful. Every firm touch of his fingers on my clit was agony, but it all mixed with pleasure and eventually, one sensation became impossible to distinguish from the next.

I wasn’t ready for that third orgasm.

It happened anyway.

I screamed and cried as I broke apart. Every second was unimaginable bliss and insufferable torture. I struggled. I soared.

I said his name again and again. Not Mason, but Daddy.

Daddy had done this to me. Daddy had fucked me and taken everything that I’d wanted to give him.

My pussy milked his cock with endless greed, and he roared as he thrust into me a bit more desperately. A sudden warmth filled me, and he groaned, slowing down the pace of my fucking while I began to come down from that last orgasm.

“Daddy told you that you would come for him three times, didn’t he?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered shyly. I moaned through a deliciously hard tremor, still experiencing the aftereffects of being made to come so many times so quickly.

“How many times did you come, little girl?” he pressed.

“Three times, Daddy,” I whined, ashamed and satisfied in a way I’d never felt before.

“That’s right, little girl. You thought you couldn’t, but Daddy knew what you could take, didn’t he?” he murmured, lazily pumping his cock into me a few more times to emphasize the control that he had over my body.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied with a blush.

When he pulled feel from me, I sighed almost in disappointment, having been enjoying the feeling of just simply being full of him. The condom snapped and I heard the rustle of a garbage bag as he threw it away. I stayed bent over that table though, not fully sure that my legs could support me just yet. They felt like jelly. I laid my cheek back on the table, simply focusing on catching my breath now. I closed my eyes and a moment later, he gathered me in his arms and lifted me off of the table. He deposited me in his lap, and I noticed that he’d tucked his cock away.

His arms wound around me, and I curled up into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat pounded right beneath my ear, and I settled, allowing its strong cadence to lull me into a sated state of relaxation.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you now, little girl,” he crooned. He kissed the top of my head and I snuggled in closer against him if that was even possible.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

This time, calling him Daddy felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Chapter Ten

Cami

I’m not sure how much time passed as we snuggled together. Eventually though, my heart calmed, and my breathing slowed to a normal pace. His arms felt like a safe haven, and I never wanted to leave them.

When he reached for his phone, I lifted my head.

“I have a special dessert planned for you, my sweet Cami-girl,” he whispered. I blushed, realizing that my pussy was still bare. He smiled knowingly and lift me up off his lap just enough to tug my dress back into place. He reached for my panties and tucked them into his pocket.

“But shouldn’t I…” I blurted out and he shook his head.

“You aren’t allowed to cover that needy little pussy yet. You’re going to remain bare because that’s what I want,” he answered, and I hid my face in his chest. “Do you understand me, little girl?” he pressed, and I nodded against him.

He cleared his throat in warning.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, pretending to pout but not really meaning it at all.

There was a knock on the door, and I blushed hard. I was too embarrassed to look the chef in the face, but there was no way he couldn’t know what had just happened over that table. The tablecloth was mussed, and the scent of sex was still thick. I squirmed, hoping the way that I was sitting wasn’t exposing myself. Thankfully, the chef was gone quickly.

“Stand up for me, little girl,” he coaxed, and I did as he asked. He offered his hand for support, and I took it gratefully. With intention, he grasped the bottom of my dress and whisked it over my head. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra so swiftly that it fell to the floor before I even realized what was happening. I was completely naked before him now and I shivered, both enjoying the feel of it and embarrassed that I did.

“Perfection,” he murmured, which only made me feel even more shy. He cupped my breast, just tracing his thumb over my nipple.

“Daddy,” I whined.

“Hush, little girl. Daddy wants you bare,” he replied. He grasped my hand and pulled me back into his lap. He uncovered a silver platter in front of him, revealing a generous portion of fresh-baked berry pie. The flaky crust was soft and crumbly and the cooked berries were practically oozing out of it. There was a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of it that was already beginning to melt.

“I know how much you like berries, little girl, so I had this made especially for you. There’s raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries in here, all baked together in a sugary glaze,” he said.

I looked at it ravenously. I had eaten my fill of dinner, but the prospect of such a tempting dessert was too much for me to ignore. I reached for a fork, and he knocked my hand away gently. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pushing it back toward my chest.

“Daddy is going to feed his little girl,” he said, and I looked back at him in surprise. It wasn’t the fact that he was going to feed me. It was that he’d called me his. My heart pumped with adoring hope. Did he really mean that?

“You’re mine, little girl. You belong to Daddy now,” he said boldly. It was as if he’d read my mind and I blushed, my growing smile giving away exactly what I was thinking. His gaze studied mine, but I didn’t say anything in return mainly because I was more than overwhelmed with joy at his pronouncement.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“I do like that, Daddy,” I admitted shyly, and he grinned.

“Good. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Daddy has something tasty for you,” he demanded, and I obeyed happily. He was gentle as he guided the morsel between my lips, and I took it gratefully.

That first bite was even more scrumptious than I thought it would be. Bit by bit, the two of us polished off that pie. By the time we were finished, my eyes were starting to droop. I knew I should probably go to bed, but I didn’t want to leave him just yet. I tried to hide my sleepiness for as long as I could, but when I yawned noisily, there was no hope that he wouldn’t notice. He chuckled softly and kissed the top of my head.

“Do you want to go to bed now?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. A part of me wanted to stay here in his arms forever. I yawned again, but I hid my face in his chest.

“You want Daddy to tuck you in tonight, don’t you, little girl?” he asked. His arms tightened around me, and I wondered if he didn’t want to let me go either.

“Yes, Daddy,” I confessed.

Once a few more minutes passed and I did my best to swallow another yawn, he cleared his throat.

“Come now. It’s time for bed, Cami-girl,” he said firmly, and I groaned in protest. I didn’t want the night to end, but I’d heard the sternness in his voice. I was already quite sore, so earning any more of his ire would not be in my best interest at all. Sluggishly, I climbed off his lap, and I was rewarded with his smile of approval, which made my initial reluctance fade away. He stood up and sought out my hand, gripping it tightly as he led me out of the kitchen.

I followed him without a fight, holding onto his fingers like they were a lifeline. I didn’t really pay attention until we passed the stairway that led upstairs to my wing of the house. I started and he paused, smiling like he knew something that I didn’t.

“I thought you were taking me to bed,” I murmured, rubbing my eye sleepily with my one free hand.

“I am, but that isn’t your bedroom anymore, little girl,” he answered, and I looked at him quizzically.

“Come now,” he added, and his gentle tone put me at ease. We walked deeper into his wing, past his office and a few rooms that I hadn’t gone in since he’d had me help decorate them. Finally, we came to an end of the hallway to a massive wooden door. He opened it and led me inside.

It was his bedroom. I’d never been in here before.

It was simple, decorated in blues, grays, and every shade in between. The bed was enormous with a quilted gray fabric headboard. The steel blue quilt was soft and fluffy and there were a generous number of pillows that I wanted to sink into immediately. He pulled down the covers a bit before he turned around and lifted me straight into his bed.

“Good little girls get to sleep in Daddy’s bed,” he said, and he grasped my chin in his fingers. He lifted it slightly, angling me toward him as his lips descended toward mine. He kissed me with such tenderness that I practically melted. He grasped the back of my head with both hands, devouring me with that simple sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, I stared up into his eyes and finally remembered to breathe again.

“Lie down now, Cami-girl,” he urged, and he gently used a single hand to guide me downward. I laid my head on the pillow and he pulled up the covers.

“I have some work to finish, but I’ll come to bed in a short while. Close your eyes and sleep well, little girl,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” I whispered, already fading.

“Goodnight, my little girl,” he murmured. I didn’t hear the door shut behind him because I was already fast asleep.

I’m not sure what time he came back, but his warm hands were enough to wake me up. His lips captured mine, desperate and possessive and I surrendered immediately to him. This time, his kiss was rougher, ravenous, and it left my lips feeling sore and bruised after he was finished.

He pinned me to the bed beneath him.

“Open your legs, Cami-girl,” he growled, and I didn’t have to be told twice. His cock nudged at my entrance. His fingers slipped down, teasing my clit. The surface of his skin was slick, and I gasped, guessing that it was warming lubricant of some kind. He teased me relentlessly, making me sigh and moan as he stoked my desire from nonexistent to everything in a matter of moments. My body writhed as I curled against him, reveling in the way his body surrounded me in a cocoon of warmth and safety and all that was him. I breathed in his scent readily. There was a hint of cologne, coffee, whiskey, and sweat and it made my body pulse with desire once again.

“Daddy wants to feel this perfect little pussy squeeze his cock again,” he growled, and I yelped as he slid inside me. He took me more slowly this time, coaxing my desire higher and higher. With every thrust, his pelvis ground against my clit. My orgasm slammed over me without warning, and he kept fucking me slowly. He worked me tenderly to a second orgasm and just when my muscles convulsed around him, he jerked roughly into me and groaned primally with his own.

“Daddy,” I moaned, and his lips smothered mine before I could say anything else.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. He pulled free of me and snapped what I assumed was a condom off his cock before he cuddled around me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I groaned, feeling the warmth of satisfied bliss wash over me. I closed my eyes and snuggled in closer to him.

The two of us fell asleep in each other’s arms. That night, I had the most restful sleep I’d ever had. I didn’t wake up until morning, not even once, but when I did his arms were still around me holding me tight.

The first thought that came to my mind was that I was so thankful that it hadn’t all just been a dream.

The next few days felt like something out of a storybook. Mason doted on me as much as he could. He woke me up with kisses, and the occasional orgasm, whether it was his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. I adored it all. Sometimes we would eat together and chat for hours. Other times he would hold me in his lap as he fed me dessert. Occasionally, I’d get my bottom bared and spanked hard over his knee, but his hands always slipped between my thighs to find me soaking wet for him afterwards. Then he would bend me over the table and teach me another much more shameful lesson.

It was like the two of us had our own little world in that great big mansion. It felt like nothing could touch us. Together we were natural, and I grew to love him more with every passing day.

I spent time reading in his office while he worked, just wanting to be surrounded by his presence for a while. I was always careful not to be too chatty or to distract him too much, but there were a fair number of times that he stopped working, bared me, and had his way with me without me doing anything at all.

Those moments of surprise were always my favorite. It was as if he couldn’t keep his hands off me and that made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

He insisted on me calling him Daddy when we were together. I called him by name once and that was my first introduction to that terrible wooden spoon he’d been threatening me with. By the end of that particular lesson, I was blubbering apologies with my bottom extremely sore and my cheeks stained with tears. He’d held me afterwards and when I’d stopped crying, he’d lifted me chin and asked me a question.

“Who am I, my sweet little girl?”

“My Daddy,” I whispered, chewing my lip and staring into his eyes.

He’d kissed away my tears and taken me so very gently on the table after that. I’d wrapped my arms around him, rolling my hips with every hard thrust until we both came together in an explosive crescendo that left us both breathless and panting.

In all his sternness, he was really quite sweet. He would pull out my chair and hold the door for me like the perfect gentleman. He always insisted on offering me a hand or even carrying me to bed when I was sleepy. There were a few mornings he’d taken me into the shower with him, where he washed my hair and my body, doting on me as much as he could until it was time to get out. I loved it all, but those were the moments I cherished the most.

About two weeks after the first time Mason took me over his knee, he called me into his office. When I entered the room, he only said one word.

“Strip.”

I stared back at his firm gaze, trying to deduce if I was in trouble or not. I couldn’t tell from the look on his face and that made me nervous. He waited expectantly and I knew him well enough by now that if I didn’t obey, I would end up getting a much harder spanking in the end on top of what I’d already earned.

I whimpered softly as my core spiraled with heat.

He watched in silence as I lifted my shirt over my head. I blushed as I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra to reveal my already hard nipples. With trepidation, I slipped my yoga pants down my hips and clumsily stepped out of them. I glanced up at him nervously when I got to my panties, but his stern look made me forgo gracefulness as I shucked them down my thighs too. When I was entirely naked, I stood there and folded my hands together in front of me nervously.

“Daddy?” I asked anxiously.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he opened a drawer in his desk and reached in for something. By the look on his face, I expected him to pull out something to punish me with, but when he stood up with a gift box in his hands, I looked at him quizzically. My bottom clenched and I couldn’t help but reach back, still anxious that I was in for the spanking of my life. My clit pulsed traitorously, and I worried my bottom lip. He rounded the desk and leaned against it. I had to lift my chin and look up at him because he towered over me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said quickly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“For what, Cami-girl?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” I whispered. My inner thighs were already slick with my arousal. He didn’t even have to threaten me with a spanking anymore. Just his presence was enough to get me wet and excited and right now, he was giving me all the signs that he was about to dominate me in a way that would leave me very needy, sore, and sorry by the time he was done with me.

“Have you done something naughty?” he pressed.

“I don’t think I have,” I answered honestly.

“I don’t think so either, little girl,” he replied calmly.

“I don’t understand,” I murmured.

He put down the box and strode over to me. His fingers slid along my lower belly, venturing between my legs. His other hand cupped my bottom and I gasped as he discovered the wetness between my thighs.

“I’m taking you out on a date tonight, little girl,” he announced.

“I’m not about to get a spanking, Daddy?” I asked.

“Do you need one?” he replied pointedly. His fingers kept taunting my clit, circling and teasing and driving me wild with every firm touch. His arm wound around my waist, and he lifted me up off the floor, planting my bottom down on the edge of his desk.

“Daddy, please!” I begged and he took my nipple into his mouth. He suckled it gently, before his teeth nipped it hard enough to make me cry out. Quickly, he flipped me over and slapped my backside several times. I yelped in surprise, but my pussy was already practically on fire. He turned me back around and suddenly his mouth was between my thighs. The coarse hair of his beard scraped against my sensitive flesh and my eyes very nearly rolled back in my head.

My hands slapped back on his desk, holding me up so that I didn’t fall backwards. His tongue swirled around my clit and when his fingers pushed inside me, I was lost. My core spiraled tight, taken by surprise by his sudden need to make me come.

I couldn’t hold back as my pussy gripped at his fingers. I moaned and whimpered through that delicious release, riding his face shamefully no matter how hard I tried not to. His mouth forced me to take every devastating second of that orgasm until I shuddered at its end. He pulled away with a smirk at the edge of his lips.

He kissed me and I could still taste the sweetness of my own arousal on his tongue.

“I love the way you taste, little girl.”

“That was unexpected, Daddy,” I blushed.

“I’m taking you out tonight. Dinner and a movie,” he said, and he lifted me from the desk and set me back on my feet. He opened the top of the gift box and my eyes darted to see inside it. It was a dress and he saw my sigh of relief.

“What did you think it was?”

“A paddle, Daddy,” I said bashfully.

“That’s a good idea. I should get a special wooden one for when Daddy needs to teach his bad girl a very firm lesson,” he grinned, and my stomach dropped hard.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be your good girl, Daddy,” I whispered.

He took my face in both hands and kissed me gently. “I know you will, little girl, but Daddy also knows that his little girl has a naughty streak and sometimes that’s going to have to be dealt with using something that will leave a more lasting impression that just my hand or my belt. Isn’t that right?” he asked, and my clit pulsed knowingly. I wanted to lie and tell him that wasn’t true, that I didn’t fantasize about all the times he’d punished me already and that it wasn’t making me wet right now.

“Yes, Daddy,” I muttered.

“Pouty girl, put a smile on that face or you will earn one of those kinds of spankings right now,” he replied firmly.

I fidgeted under his hard stare, and he unclasped his belt in a quick maneuver. He wasted no time in bending me over his desk and whipping my bare bottom with it. I was yelping from the first one, but that didn’t slow him down. Each one was hard, and I was still so very sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given me. He painted my bottom and my thighs bright red before he put his belt aside and reached for something inside the box. I couldn’t see what it was.

Something hard and metal pushed inside my entrance. He twirled its smooth surface inside me. Then he spread my bottom cheeks open with his other hand.

I was so taken aback that I nearly pushed up off his desk. The tip of the foreign metal object pressed against my bottom hole, and I yelped, but he didn’t let me up even as I struggled against him.

“I had meant to introduce you to your new plug gently later tonight, little girl, but I don’t think that’s what you need,” he chided and that was all the warning I had before he forced it inside my bottom hole.

I keened as my tight ring stretched around the round surface. I’d never been touched back there. He’d never spread me open like this and looked at my asshole, and I wasn’t prepared for how much it hurt to have the toy pushed inside me so roughly.

The burning pain felt sharp and deep, rattling up and down my spine with wild abandon. My muscles clenched around it, which only made the agony spiral hotter and even more furious than before. When it finally started to ebb, I breathed and swallowed anxiously.

I felt so very full in the wickedest sort of way. His fingers brushed against my pussy, and I was mortified to realize that I was soaked.

“I want you to know something, little girl. One day, you’re going to earn a session over my knee with the bad girl paddle. The paddling will be hard, and you’ll be sorry long before it’s over. But when Daddy puts that paddle down, your punishment will only be partially over because do you know what will happen next?” he asked. His fingers had surrounded the base of the plug and he was very slowly pumping it in and out of my bottom.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered. My bottom hole was throbbing with a smoldering ache. It only got more intense every time he punished me with that metal toy.

“Daddy’s going to punish this pretty virgin bottom of yours with his cock, little girl. It’s going to hurt, but Daddy is going to make sure that you come very hard with all of him still inside you,” he warned, and I shook hard.

“Please, not there,” I pleaded, but even as I said the words, I knew I would be thinking about them long after he said them. His hand pulled away from my lower back, but he left the plug inside me.

“Don’t worry, little girl. When the time is right, you will beg Daddy to fuck that very tight and very reluctant hole,” he growled, and I blushed hard as he pulled me back up to standing. I stepped from one foot to the other, trying to grapple with the feeling of fullness inside me. My backside still smarted from the belt, but my nervousness had faded away.

I reached for him, and his hand closed around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a rough kiss. His lips devoured mine, hungry and greedy and entirely perfect.

“Now, may I give you the rest of your gift, little girl?” he asked, and my heart pulsed. His hand rested gently against my lower back.

“Pretty please?” I asked.

“Since you asked so very sweetly,” he grinned, and he pulled a gorgeous lacey number out of the box. He held it up in front of me and I gasped. It was a black lace and silk dress that would be long enough to cover my legs to just below mid-thigh. He unzipped it and pulled it over my head. It had only one sleeve, so he gently guided my arm through it and zipped me into it. It hugged my body like a glove.

He pulled a pair of black kitten heels out of the box next. He knelt before me and slipped my feet into each one. They fit perfectly, enveloping my feet like they had been made for me and me alone. He stood up, pulling my hair free from my ponytail and shaking it loose. He used his fingers to arrange it around my face.

“You are sheer perfection, Cami-girl,” he mused, and I smiled up at him.

“Where are we going, Daddy?” I asked.

“There’s a small restaurant north of Hudson that I’ve ensured is ours for the night. Then, I’ve booked us a private advance screening of the next Avatar movie,” he replied.

“That’s not due out for months!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“I know, but Daddy wants to spoil his little girl tonight, so he called in a few favors,” he replied, and I practically jumped up and down in excitement, which jostled the plug in my bottom a little bit. I blushed and looked down at the floor.

“Can I have a pair of panties, Daddy?” I fidgeted.

“No. You’re going to be wearing nothing but your dress and your plug tonight for Daddy because it makes his cock very hard knowing that you are bare and full for him,” he murmured as he kissed my forehead. “Daddy will take out the plug when he decides that tight little hole is sore enough.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I shivered hotly.

He was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a burgundy button-up shirt. He opened his office closet and took out a tie.

“Watch me, little girl. I want to teach you how to properly tie a tie,” he instructed, and he tied it slowly, explaining each step to me as he did it. When he finished, he let me practice a few times, guiding me along until I perfected it. I beamed with overwhelming glee once I got it right.

“Good job, Cami-girl,” he said proudly, and he kissed me sweetly once more. He shrugged on his suit jacket and took my hand, leading me out of the house to a limo. He opened the door for me and guided me inside.

There was a chilled glass of champagne waiting for me. He picked it up and handed it to me, and I took a sip, smiling as the bubbles tickled my nose.

“I’ve never had champagne before,” I told him.

“I hope you like it, little girl. Come here and snuggle with Daddy while you sip your drink,” he coaxed, and I scooted closer to him. His arm surrounded mine as I slowly took another taste. The limo pulled away, but it still felt like it was just me and him. The divider was pitch black. I couldn’t see the driver and even though Mason never said it, I knew that the driver couldn’t see us either.

The drive wasn’t very long and by the time we arrived, I was just finishing my drink. Mason took my hand and walked into the place with me on his arm. I felt proud to be by his side.

The restaurant was lit with something like a hundred candles and a big stone fireplace. It looked completely empty, and they guided us to a table right in front of the fire. All around us were bouquets of pink and white roses. Mason pulled out my chair and I sat down shyly, feeling the plug move just a little inside me. I blushed as I realized how soaked my pussy was and by the expression on his face, he knew it too.

“Tell me, Cami-girl. Have you ever eaten much seafood before?” he asked.

After a moment, I shook my head. It wasn’t exactly on the menu at any of my foster homes. Seafood wasn’t cheap.

“Daddy’s going to order for you tonight, little girl. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it, but you’re going to try a bite from everything that’s put on the table,” he instructed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.

I felt so small and shy being with him outside his mansion like this, especially when he referred to me like that, but it felt special and as much as it embarrassed me, I knew that I liked it because in a small way it was as if I belonged to him even more than before.

The waitress approached the table and welcomed the two of us. Mason ordered several things off the menu, and she wrote all of them down dutifully before leaving us alone once again. I took a drink of water and smiled back at him.

We chatted about small things like our shared love for coffee and I told him about a dog I’d met on my walk through the neighborhood that morning. He listened intently, like he was holding onto every word I said.

“Would you like a dog one day?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I would. Only a few of my foster homes had one, but I always liked the presence of a dog in the house. That’s the sort of love that’s hard to find in the world sometimes. A dog loves you no matter if you’re laughing or crying or whatever,” I explained.

He watched me closely. “Before you left your last foster home, did you ever think about what the future might hold?” he asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. “My life always changed so quickly that it was hard to settle on any one thing,” I admitted.

“What if money or circumstance wasn’t an obstacle?” he asked.

“Umm. I’m not sure. I really liked helping you decorate the house, so maybe home design or something like that. I never really thought about college, or really anything except getting a job, to be honest, so I never really spent time thinking about what I might do if I went,” I answered.

“You will start thinking about it for Daddy, little girl. I want you to be happy and if I can help make your dreams come true, you will share that with me, do you understand?” he pushed.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I blushed. The waitress approached the table just as I was finished speaking, dropping off several plates of food in front of us. I swallowed hard, but she said nothing even though there was no way she couldn’t have heard me. Mason held out his hand for me and I pressed my fingers into his. He squeezed my hand in support while he smiled at me, and my embarrassment faded away.

He speared a bacon-wrapped scallop for me and lifted it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it hesitantly. I expected not to like it, but when the buttery salty taste exploded over my tongue, I pressed my fingers to my mouth in surprise. I hummed with delight and his answering smile was triumphant.

That night, I tasted a smorgasbord of different kinds of seafood, from lobster, to shrimp, to salmon, to tuna, to something called ceviche and a few dishes I didn’t quite remember the names of. By the time we left that restaurant and went on our way to the movies, I was stuffed. Mason had the waitress box us up several different desserts for later, but I couldn’t see myself eating another bite tonight.

When we arrived, we were led into one of the IMAX theaters with plush hydraulic seats that were perfect for couples. Mason swept his arm around me and held me tight against him, surrounding me with his warmth, protection, and love.

During the movie, we laughed through the funny moments and tensed through the nail-biting part, until at long last, it came to a satisfying end. It was so good that I’d wanted it to last forever.

As I pushed myself back up to a seated position, I groaned at the painful ache between my bottom cheeks.

“Daddy, the plug hurts,” I murmured, and he slowly guided me over his knee. We had the place to ourselves, but I was mortified when he lifted my dress and spread my cheeks. “Please, not here,” I pleaded. He was silent as his fingers grasped the end of the plug. My muscles clenched and I whimpered a little bit, but he tugged it out without saying anything further. He grasped my dress and pulled it back down. When he righted me, my face was scarlet red.

I felt oddly empty. I was almost sad not to have anything inside me right now, but at the same time the soreness remained, which was comforting in a small way.

“Come now, little girl. It’s time for Daddy to take you home and give you a good fucking, isn’t it?” he asked pointedly. His voice practically echoed in the empty theater, and I found myself looking around the room even though I knew no one was there.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, mortified and impossibly aroused. I watched as he wrapped the plug in a soft cloth. He slid it into his pocket. Gently, he helped me up and pulled me close into his chest. Sweetly, he kissed the top of my head and I shivered with happiness at his tender embrace.

We walked out to the limo together and when we climbed inside, he pulled me into his lap and hiked up my dress. He teased my clit the entire way home, driving me to desperate heights I didn’t think possible. I whined and cried during the whole ride and when we finally pulled into the driveway of our home, he reached for me and dragged down the zipper of my dress to a place where I’d be able to reach it myself.

“I want you in our bed. I want you naked on your back with your legs spread. Daddy is going to fuck you hard tonight,” he told me. My bottom hole clenched again, and a sordid thought raced through my mind.

“Daddy?” I asked.

“What is it, little girl?” he whispered as he brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck. I shivered in his arms.

“May I wear the plug for you again, please?” I murmured, ashamed that I would ask for something so taboo and wicked.

“You liked having that pretty little bottom full for Daddy, didn’t you?” he pressed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I admitted.

“Since you asked so nicely, naughty girl, Daddy will allow it,” he answered, and I shivered in anticipation. “You should know that you’ll be wearing a bigger one than before though,” he added.

“Daddy…” I whined.

“Go inside now and prepare yourself, little girl,” he continued. “Daddy will be come for you in just a few minutes,” he added and my core spiraled with heat. I lifted my head for a kiss, and he was tender in that moment, but I knew he wouldn’t be tonight.

I walked inside on shaky legs, heading right toward the bedroom. By the time I was lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and listened for his footsteps.

When I heard him walk down the hallway, I bit my lip in anticipation.

I couldn’t wait for what was to come.

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