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

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Chapter Five

Cami

I don’t know why, but when I woke up this morning and realized that Mason had tucked me in last night without touching me, it was comforting and arousing all at the same time. I remembered coming home from Sophie’s party, walking into his office, but everything pretty much went hazy after that. As much as I wanted to find out what his hands on my skin would feel like, I desperately wanted to remember it when it happened, especially that very first time.

I don’t think he wanted me like that though. If anything, he probably thought me a nuisance.

I’d felt the need to apologize to him, but when I’d gotten up the nerve to go see him, it hadn’t gone the way I’d thought it would. I’d felt embarrassed and naughty and impossibly turned on the whole time I was stammering out my apology and he’d just been gentle and kind and caring. I’d stood there blushing bright red, feeling like nothing more than a little girl who was apologizing to her daddy for doing something wrong.

I’d expected him to be angry, maybe scold me or maybe something else, but he’d done none of those things.

He hadn’t raised his voice or gotten angry at me for disturbing him while he was working, which was more frustrating than anything. I’d gotten blackout drunk, and he wasn’t even bothered by it. He’d just told me he would see that I was taken care of, and I felt like he’d seen right through me.

I hadn’t known what to say so I’d just rushed off, mortified and confused. I decided to keep to myself, not wanting to face him or bother him again that afternoon.

I went back up to my room and curled up in bed for a nap. I fell asleep quickly, not having slept very well the night before. I woke up in time for supper and timidly ate my meal in silence. Thankfully, Mason had decided on breakfast for dinner and ordered a large helping of Miss Ethel’s banana-stuffed French toast, which was sweet because he knew it was my favorite.

I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t really know what to say. I still felt guilty even though I’d apologized to him. He didn’t push any heavy conversation and I answered his questions with simple yes or no answers when he spoke to me. Eventually, he just left me to my quiet. I went off on my own after I finished, wanting to do something, anything that would take my mind of the frustrating man inside that office. I went for a walk in the woods, but that didn’t make me feel better. Eventually, I settled down to a movie in the theater room all by myself before I decided to go to bed.

I tiptoed past his office on my way, chewing my lip when I saw that he was still working that night. I paused, wanting to knock on his door and ask if he would put me to bed like he’d done last night. I didn’t remember it, and I wanted to see what it was like. Would he tuck the covers in around me? Kiss my cheek and brush the hair off my forehead when he said goodnight?

I lost my nerve as soon as I lifted my arm. I didn’t want to disturb him. I’d already tested his patience and I didn’t want to do it again. I wanted to continue staying here. He was kind and even though I’d messed up, it didn’t appear that he was going to kick me out on the streets for it. I had a good thing here and I didn’t want to screw it up.

I dropped my hand and tiptoed away. I slipped into my bedroom and climbed into my empty bed, feeling lonely and incredibly sorry for myself.

As I closed my eyes, I told myself tomorrow would be a better day.

One day passed and then another. I still felt badly over the events of last weekend, but every night I put myself to bed wanting to ask him to tuck me in and maybe for something more. Each night I ignored those wants, at least until the next Friday night.

I’d just finished my dinner. Mason had gone off to do something work related in his office and I sighed, staring at the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. An idea started to form in my head.

He’d told me not to drink again. Maybe if I did, it would spur him into action this time. Maybe this time, it would be enough.

I got up and opened the cabinet door, gazing inside. Most of the bottles were whiskey or bourbon, which made me crinkle my nose in disgust. I found a single bottle of tequila behind all those and pulled it out with a happy sigh.

I just wanted enough to give me the courage to push Mason to do something with me. I poured a single shot and downed it as quickly as I could. I gasped, the liquor burning as it sloshed down my throat. I poured a second one and shut the bottle, taking that next shot just as quickly in an effort to down it. I made a face and grabbed a bottled orange juice out of the fridge, sipping on that to chase away the rough aftertaste of the hard liquor.

I put the tequila away and took a deep breath. With increasing bravery, I went back up to my room and changed into the sexiest thing I owned. I put on my prettiest bra and panties. I had purchased a little slinky black dress that I slipped on, along with a pair of kitten heels. I put on a little lipstick and pinched my cheeks hard enough to make them pink.

I’d bought everything at the mall in the hopes that I’d wear them for him one day.

With a deep breath, I went downstairs. I stopped in the kitchen along the way and filled up a glass with orange juice, with the full intention of pretending it was a cocktail of some kind. When I was ready, I went and knocked on his office door.

“Come in! It’s open,” he called out and I slowly opened the door. I’d felt brave up until the point where he laid his eyes on me. For a brief second, he looked like he appreciated the sight of me, but then it was gone in a blink of an eye. It was replaced with something between disinterest and obligation. I tried not to let it bother me.

With a hard swallow, I gripped the glass tighter and lifted my chin and started to explain the story I had rehearsed at least a thousand times in my head while I was getting dressed.

“I’m going out with my friends to a rave tonight. It’s in an abandoned industrial building nearby in town,” I started.

There wasn’t really a rave for me to go to. I wasn’t even really meeting up with my friends either. Mainly, I just wanted him to scold me or maybe even forbid me from going after last weekend. My dress was short, and I’d intentionally hiked it up a bit so that if I bent over, my ass would be pretty much on full display. Maybe he would even do something else about it…

I just wanted to know that he cared, and that maybe he liked me a little bit.

His eyes glinted and for a second, I think he considered doing one of those things. Raves were known for drinking and glorified drug use. I’m sure that he knew that. For a second, I thought I might be onto something, but then his expression transformed into a mask.

He smiled.

“Would you like my driver to drop you off?” he asked cheerily.

I licked my lips, blinking at him in surprise. For several moments, I just stared at him and took a sip of my juice. I started to feel angry, but mostly hurt.

Did he not care after all?

“I’m surprised you would let your driver put a drunk girl at risk that way,” I blurted out. I didn’t really think about what I was saying. To be honest, I was too upset.

“Have you had much to drink tonight, Cami?” he asked calmly. Why wasn’t he angrier? How could he be so calm when I was standing there deliberately drinking when he’d told me not to?

“Yes,” I blurted out. I brought the glass of orange juice to my lips and gulped down the rest of it. He watched me in silence as I finished it and slammed it down on the table beside the door.

“Which industrial building?” he asked.

“The one on Main Street,” I answered quickly. It was the only one that I knew that was truly abandoned because I had spent several nights sleeping in it when I’d first come here.

“You aren’t really drunk, Cami,” he observed.

“Fuck off, Mason. How would you know?” I scoffed. He ignored my outburst and continued speaking. He was so calm it was almost terrifying.

“You aren’t really going to a rave, Cami. Do you know how I know? I know because I just bought that industrial building to restore it in order to move the headquarters for my tech company and I have my people over there right now at this very minute. There is no rave there and there will be no rave there later either,” he continued. His voice was sure and firm as my whole story crumbled and fell apart right before my eyes.

I stammered in disbelief. He saw right through me.

I watched as he stood up and I blinked back tears as I turned to rush out of the room. His massive hand caught my arm before I could go any further.

His grip was gentle, but strong enough to give me pause.

“Look at me, Cami,” he said softly, and I stood there for a moment as I decided what I should do. I felt like a mess. Maybe I was chasing after a man who never had any interest in me in the first place. Maybe I was reading into things that had never been there. Maybe he just didn’t care at all.

Even though everything inside me was screaming at me to run, I turned back and looked at him.

“Why did you really come to my office, Cami?”

I blushed hard, trying to come up with some sort of smart-assed answer just to save face, but my mind had short-circuited, and I couldn’t come up with a single damn thing.

“I thought you cared about me,” I finally whispered without thinking. Once the words left my mouth, I stood there horrified and embarrassed.

“Cared enough to do what?” he asked. His face was awash with concern, his gray-blue eyes sparkling with it. I opened my mouth to answer, but I simply stammered and blushed all the harder.

I didn’t want to tell him what I wanted. I didn’t want to admit that I’d fantasized about him giving me a spanking for being a bad girl and getting too drunk. I couldn’t admit that I’d thought about what it would feel like to be fucked by a man like him either. I fidgeted and looked away, unwilling to give voice to the sordid thoughts in my head. He would think I was crazy. Maybe he would have me committed. Maybe he would even kick me out.

“Enough to send you to bed? Enough to scold you for getting so drunk the other night?”

He paused. The air around me felt so heavy.

“Or is it something else, Cami?”

I turned away. I couldn’t do this. There was no way I could explain why I wanted all of those things and why I thought I needed more than that. I stammered something that sounded like I needed to go to bed, but he hadn’t let go of my arm and that was enough to make me stay.

For a long moment he was silent. His grip tightened just a hair on my arm, and I looked back at him. He sighed, his eyes studying mine.

“Enough to take you over my knee and spank you like a naughty little girl?”

My mouth opened in shock, and I stared back at him in surprise. I swallowed hard, searching his gaze to see if he’d actually said the words because there was no way they could have possibly been real, but his face was deadly serious. It held the same firm glint I’d seen when he’d scolded me over not finishing my plate or whenever I did something to bait his attention.

I blinked. He’d threatened to give me a spanking. I’d fantasized about that moment for so long that it didn’t seem real now that it had materialized right in front me.

I licked my lips and lost my nerve entirely.

I couldn’t do this.

I pulled my arm out of his grasp. He let me go and I said nothing as I fled the room. I didn’t know where else to go so I ran up to my room and threw myself on my bed. I laid there for a while as the tipsy feeling from those two shots faded away. Before long, the only things in my head were an endless series of questions that refused to stop.

What would happen if I went back down there? Would he really spank me? Did he actually care enough to do something like that? How would it happen? Would he spank me over my nightshirt? Over my panties or would he bare my bottom so that he could see it as he punished me? Would he use his hand? His belt?

I rolled face down and pressed my face into my pillow, screaming into it so that I muffled my frustration. That didn’t make me feel better either.

Eventually, I picked myself up and washed off my face. I slipped off my dress and pulled a soft nightshirt over my head. I stood there for a while, looking in the mirror and trying to decide my next move.

If I went down there, I had a feeling everything would change.

But I really needed to know if he cared.

So I did.

Chapter Six

Cami

I stood outside his office door for a full minute before I mustered up the nerve to knock for a second time that night, knowing full well this time that if he answered, I would be going over his knee for the first spanking of my life.

I could hear him muttering to himself from the hallway, saying something like being a fool for starting to fall for a nineteen-year-old girl.

He couldn’t mean that, could he? I listened for a little while longer, but I couldn’t make out anything else. Was I just hearing things? Had he really said that? I almost lost the courage to knock, but I’d decided to see this through once I’d left my room again.

I knocked timidly.

The grumbling stopped.

He answered the door and at once his face was awash with relief. He glanced down, seeing me dressed in a nightshirt rather than my dress. He could see that I’d washed my face and that he had been right, I wasn’t really going anywhere tonight.

“What is it, Cami?” he asked gently. His gaze searched mine.

“Do you care enough to send me to bed?” I whispered. I stared down at the floor, embarrassed and ashamed that I was coming to this rich man to ask him to spank me for being a bad girl, but I needed this.

I hoped he did care enough to do this for me.

He reached for me and used a single finger to lift my chin. “I do care enough to send you to bed,” he said tenderly. His touch gave me courage even though my stomach was rolling with nerves.

“Do you care enough to scold me for getting so drunk the other night?” I added, my voice even softer and more hesitant now.

He held my gaze and nodded.

“Do you care enough to… to… to do what you said before?” I mumbled, my voice barely audible now. I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry and my nerves fraying at the ends with every passing moment. I could scarcely breathe, I was so nervous. I hadn’t been able to say the words. I didn’t know if I could have if I even tried.

“To do what, little girl?” he pushed gently.

I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me. His fingers curled around my chin, making me look up at him even though I wanted to do anything but. My thighs pressed together, sliding against one another as I attempted to fidget away. I felt so much smaller when he referred to me that way and it only made me feel like I needed reassurance from him more than ever.

“You know what,” I muttered, mortified. I didn’t want to say it. I was too embarrassed. Maybe he was goading me, trying to trick me into saying it.

“Do I care enough to take you over my knee and spank you like a naughty little girl?” he asked. His gaze never wavered, staying steady and strong and sure and I whimpered as I imagined the same hand that was making me look at him punishing me. That hand was so very big.

“Yes… I mean… if you think I deserve it,” I stammered.

“I do care enough about you, little girl, and you know very well that you deserve to go over my lap with that cute little nightgown lifted and your panties pulled down for a good, hard spanking to teach you what happens to little girls who pretend not to know how much they are cared about,” he said firmly, and my clit pounded with arousal.

I chewed my lip anxiously.

He released my chin and slid his fingers down my arm only to take my hand in his.

“Come now. I will give you the spanking you need and then I’ll put you to bed, little girl,” he said simply. He took a step, and I went along with him, following him without a fight.

I was quiet as he led me through the house. He didn’t take me into the living room or even the kitchen, but up to my bedroom. My mind was whirling with questions as I tried to figure out what he might do. I pressed my free hand to my belly, trying to quell the anxious butterflies flying around inside of it.

With every step, my panic seemed to intensify into a harsh blaze, only to simmer away with every gentle squeeze of his hand. The two of us reached my bedroom far too quickly. He stopped and pulled me into a firm hug.

“I’m scared,” I whispered.

“It’s okay, little girl. You’re safe with me,” he murmured. His arms squeezed tight, his voice shaking just a little.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” I whispered, almost in horror. His grip on me tightened.

“It’s going to hurt, little girl, but I think you need it to, don’t you? You need me to punish you to show you how much I care?” he continued.

I knew he was right.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” I asked in a wilted voice.

“No, little girl. Not even a little bit,” he said firmly. He took my hands and led me over to the bed, gently situating me in front of him. I looked down, the expanse of his lap feeling even bigger now that my punishment was so very close, so very imminent.

“You asked if I cared enough to spank you and that’s what is going to happen, little girl,” he said. His hands squeezed mine and he took a deep breath.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You got very drunk the other night, little girl. You know better than that, don’t you?” he pressed, and I squirmed in front of him, feeling more guilty by the second.

“Yes,” I admitted, staring at the floor.

“That, by itself, isn’t why you’re about to get a spanking, little girl. I’m going to spank you tonight because you insinuated that I don’t care about you. You know very well that I do care about you and if I need to give you a bright red bottom to remind you of that, I will take you over my knee and give you a very firm lesson indeed,” he scolded.

I fidgeted more, unable to speak or even look at him.

“It’s going to be a hard spanking, little girl, because I think you need it to be,” he continued.

I whimpered.

“Look at me, Cami,” he prompted. When I didn’t, he reached and lifted my chin. “Now, you have a choice. The first one is that you can ask me to tuck you in and put you to bed and we can forget all of this happened. Your second option is to lie over my knee. If you do that, I’m going to spank you hard. It’s going to hurt, little girl, and it will be over when I think it needs to be over. Do you understand me?” he said firmly.

I squirmed, biting my lip. “Will you still tuck me in after it’s over if I choose the second one?” I whispered. My voice was shaking, I was so nervous.

“Of course, little girl. I would like that very much,” he answered.

“Will you hug me one more time?” I whimpered.

He didn’t respond, just pulled me close and wrapped me within the secure embrace of his grasp. His arms felt like a safe haven and in that moment, I knew that I could trust him. Whatever was about to happen would be painful, but I knew in the end it would make me feel better and that I could trust him to do it without really hurting me.

After a few moments, his arms relaxed. His fingers slid down to my hands and squeezed them lightly.

“Ask me to give you the spanking you need, little girl,” he said firmly.

I gazed back at him with extreme embarrassment. My nipples were so sensitive, and I knew he could probably see them through my nightshirt. My clit was pulsing with desire, and I was mortified to realize that my panties were soaked through.

This had already gone too far for me to turn back now. I wanted to see this through because deep inside I knew that this was something I needed from him.

“Please spank me,” I whispered.

“Lie over my knees, little girl,” he coaxed.

He released my hands and I let out a shaky breath. Slowly, I lowered myself over his lap. He lifted my legs onto the bed, and I was thankful at least to be face down right now. My face was so red and even though he couldn’t see it, I covered it with my hands.

One of his hands circled my lower back several times. It felt so good that I started to relax a little bit. Eventually, he stopped, and I tensed again, but this time he reached down and lifted my nightshirt.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, reaching back.

Firmly, he grasped my wrist and pinned it behind my waist as he continued pulling up my nightgown and exposing my panty-clad bottom.

I was so embarrassed. He could see all of my bottom now.

“Not like this!” I squeaked.

“Little girl, you’ve worn skirts and dresses in front of me that show off nearly this much,” he scolded and then his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties.

“Wait! Please!”

I tried to reach back far enough to pull them back up, but his grip on my wrist was strong and he very slowly bared my bottom completely. I squirmed as much as I could all while trying to keep my legs together so that I didn’t expose even more of myself.

“Little girl, you’re over my knee for a very real spanking, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Your bottom will be bare for that spanking,” he said firmly, and I twisted nervously. He placed a single hand on my bottom, and I was suddenly very aware of how massive his hand was. It covered nearly one whole cheek. I felt that much more anxious and embarrassed now, knowing he could see so much of me.

His hand hadn’t moved, but the proximity of his fingers to more sensitive places had me reeling. Would he be able to see how wet my panties were? Could he see in between my thighs? Would he be able to feel just how much my clit was throbbing against his leg?

His other arm grasped my hip, pinning me down over his lap.

“The next time you ever question how much I care about you, little girl, I want you to remember this,” he scolded, and his hand left my bottom. For a moment, nothing happened, and the absence of his touch left me feeling off center.

That didn’t last long.

His palm cracked hard against my right bottom cheek. The noise startled me. It seemed so much louder than the spanking I’d overheard so long ago. It was like a gunshot, loud and piercing and terrible. I whimpered at the sound.

A second smack followed, louder than the first. It took several seconds, but the stinging pain that came after that caught me off guard. It was so much sharper than I’d imagined it might be.

“Oww!” I grunted, but his grip tightened on my hip, holding me firmly in place as several harder spanks followed. Each one stung just as much as the last. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to stay quiet, but his hand was relentless. He was spanking all over my ass, from the tops of my cheeks down to the bottom. Soon enough, my entire bottom was burning as if I’d sat directly on a campfire.

I hadn’t really thought about this part. I guess I hadn’t really expected it to hurt.

My whines and cries became more audible now. I tried to keep quiet knowing that I’d asked for this and that I deserved it, but it was painful and the longer it went on, the worse it became.

“Oh, please! It hurts!” I exclaimed, but his hand seemingly only got harder. Thus far, I’d been able to stay mostly still, but when he started thrashing the tops of my thighs, I couldn’t. My feet drummed against the bed. I kicked my legs, embarrassed to be exposing myself but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“It’s supposed to hurt, little girl. You pretended not to know how much I care about you and now you’re going to get a bright red bottom as punishment,” he scolded, and my answering wail was pitiful.

He didn’t slow down.

The spanking only seemed to increase in intensity after that. No matter how much I kicked or squirmed, it continued on. My bottom was on fire, and I could focus on nothing else.

“Please. I’m sorry!” I wailed.

“I know, little girl, but you need this and I’m not going to end this punishment before I think you’ve really learned your lesson,” he said firmly as I tried to wriggle away from him. I didn’t go anywhere. His leg angled up, lifting my bottom so he could thoroughly punish the place where my bottom met my thighs and I cried out at the sudden explosion of stinging sensation that pierced through me.

I’d never felt like such a bad little girl in my life.

His palm was so broad and so hard that it felt like a piece of wood. He spanked my bottom impossibly hard several times before he started focusing solely on my thighs.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. I sniffled, feeling more out of control than ever before. I’d asked him for this. I was over his knee of my own volition, and he was giving me exactly what I’d asked for.

He really did care.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I blinked several times, feeling my eyes water. His palm was ruthless, stinging and mean as it peppered my bare disobedient backside.

“Please!” I cried out, not knowing what else to say. This spanking hurt far more than I’d thought it would. It was a real punishment, and I knew I would never forget it.

He didn’t answer. He just spanked the tops of my thighs so hard that I wailed. Something happened in those moments, though.

My body relaxed, accepting the whole punishment just as the first sob racked my body. The spanking didn’t end, but it did slow down as I began to cry. My tears dripped down my cheeks as I lifted my hips for him, seeking out his palm before I even realized what I was doing.

“Please. Please. I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I wept. The word fell off my lips before I could stop it.

“It’s okay, little girl. I just had to remind you how much I care for you,” he answered. “Now lift your bottom for me. Your spanking is almost over,” he added.

With a sniffle, I lifted my hips as he released my wrist and wrapped his arm around my hip. He smacked the lower curves of my cheeks ten times impossibly hard, enough to make me sob harder. When he was done, he lowered my hips and slowly brushed his palm over my scorched bottom.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated. I sniffed noisily, trying to get ahold of myself. My ass was on fire and as the full effect of what just happened crashed into me, I started to cry harder.

“Shhh. It’s okay, little girl. I’ve got you. Your punishment is over,” he murmured. Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around me and lifted me into his lap. His hand curled around the left side of my face, holding me against his chest.

His tenderness broke something inside me, and I openly sobbed.

“I care so much about you, Cami-girl. Don’t ever forget that again,” he chided gently, and I wrapped my arms around his neck before I could stop myself.

He squeezed me harder.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, and my heart soared. For several minutes, we just sat together quietly. He kept calling me his good girl and my tears slowly dried.

“I’m sorry,” I said yet again, not knowing what else to say.

“I forgave you long before you ever went over my knee, little girl,” he explained gently. His fingers brushed my scalp. He held me close, almost as if he never wanted to let go. I didn’t either, to be fair. Eventually, he pulled back just enough to take my face in both hands. He brushed away my tears with his thumbs, gentle but confident and firm.

My bottom was still bare, and my nightgown was gathered up around my waist. I’d kicked my panties off at some point during my spanking and I chewed my bottom lip, fidgeting on his lap as my bottom burned hot against his thigh. Now that my tears had dried, I couldn’t ignore the pulsing need between my thighs. I adjusted how I was sitting in his lap, and it became very obvious to me very quickly that I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

However, that wasn’t all I could feel. His cock was hard too. I wasn’t the only one impossibly aroused by this whole thing.

“Now, it’s time for bed, little girl,” he said softly, and an arc of disappointment flared through me. I swallowed hard and nodded. I blinked several times, curling up against him almost in protest. He was so warm and safe that I didn’t want this to ever end.

“A few more minutes?” I whispered.

“You may stay in my lap for a few more minutes, but then it’s time for bed, little girl,” he said firmly. I fidgeted a little, hiding my smile in his chest.

“Or else what?” I mumbled, unable to stop myself.

“Or else you’ll go back over my knee, naughty girl,” he chided, and I secretly smiled. My bottom hurt. I’d cried over his knee, but right now, I’d never felt more cared for in my life. He’d spanked me hard, yet after it was over, he was holding me like this. He’d wiped my tears away. No one had ever done that before.

“I’ll go to bed,” I said bashfully.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. The emotional toll of the whole thing settled over me in those few minutes and by the time he cleared his throat, I was actually a lot more tired than I wanted to be. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and wanting to memorize every last thing about this moment.

His heartbeat pounded against my ear, strong, steady, soothing.

His cologne surrounded me, citrusy, woodsy. There were hints of bourbon and smoke and sheer masculinity in every breath I took.

His muscles were solid all around me, powerful and perfect and everything that I could ever want in a man.

When he finally stood up, he didn’t make me climb out of his lap. He lifted me up in his arms, pulled back the covers, and tucked me back underneath. My nightshirt had fallen into place, so I wasn’t exposed. He pulled the covers up, tucking them in around me carefully and securing me in place.

Our eyes met and I swallowed hard.

In that moment, it felt like our two souls had connected. My guard was down, and he was seeing right through me. He’d seen my strength and ignored my faults.

“It’s all going to be okay, little girl. Sleep well tonight. I expect to see you downstairs for breakfast in the morning,” he said sternly.

“Thank you… for all this,” I whispered shyly, and his smile widened.

“You’re welcome, little girl. Sleep now for me,” he added. He leaned down and his lips brushed against my forehead. He kissed me there and my heart swelled with adoration for him.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, feeling a warmth pump through me at his tender touch.

“Close your eyes and sleep now. Goodnight, little girl,” he whispered.

“Goodnight,” I answered. The word ‘Daddy’ was on the edge of my lips, but I didn’t say it this time. I closed my eyes and I listened to his footsteps as he walked away. He clicked off the switch and my room went dark.

I was already asleep by the time the door shut.

Chapter Seven

Cami

I woke up later that night all alone in my room. I blinked awake blearily, realizing it was sometime in the early morning hours before the sun rose. With a groan, my hands descended to cup my backside before I realized what I was doing. I gasped, feeling the warm temperature of my bottom. It was still burning up, and I blushed.

Mason had spanked me hard enough to make me cry and all he’d used was his hand to do it.

I bit my lip. I was still sore from the stinging bite of his palm, but my body was burning up for an entirely different reason.

I played through the whole thing in my mind: the confrontation in his office, how he’d been the one to suggest that I needed a spanking first, how he’d given me a choice to go over his knee, all of it like I was reliving every second of it.

I remembered him lifting my nightshirt and pulling down my panties and how embarrassing that had felt, knowing that he was going to be able to see my bottom as he spanked it, that he’d probably seen more than that as I struggled to take the spanking over his knee.

My clit was throbbing incessantly.

I hesitantly reached down to touch myself. I was just as wet as when he’d left the room. I chewed my lip, watching the door hesitantly. Even though his room was across the house, I still felt shy about touching myself.

I needed this though, so I pushed on anyway.

I needed an orgasm so desperately that it hurt. I circled my clit, using the ample wetness between my thighs to tease myself enough to make my legs tremble.

With my other hand, I cupped my sore bottom cheek. I wanted to feel the heat he’d put there. I wanted to imagine the moment where he’d bared me and pinned me down for a spanking that had been far harder than I’d ever imagined it would be.

My entire body pulsed.

I couldn’t control this. My fingers worked faster, stroking myself harder, and I whimpered through a moan. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet but the sheer arousal surging through my veins was out of control. It had never been like this before. I couldn’t slow it down or even remotely keep it in check.

I moaned again as my core squeezed tight. When I looked at his broad hands every time after this, I was going to imagine him spanking me.

Punishing me.

All because he cared.

My core squeezed tighter and just as I approached the edge of orgasm, my muscles tensed firmly. I moaned much louder this time, unable to stop myself. I rode my fingers frantically, forcing my orgasm on for as long as possible before I slumped against the bed, closing my eyes, and enjoying the sensitive throbbing bliss as it settled over me.

As the seconds passed, though, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. I didn’t pull my hand away from my clit either.

What if he hadn’t left the room after my spanking?

What if he’d stayed?

I bit my lower lip, circling my clit again tentatively. I was still a bit tender, and I continued on lightly, imagining what he would have done if I’d begged him to stay.

Would he have fucked me?

My clit throbbed insatiably as my desire started to rise once again. What would it feel like to have him slide inside of me? For him to use his cock to finish my punishment just like Bryan had done to Tammi…

I moaned softly, riding my fingers harder. The sensitivity had gone away, only to be replaced by a fervent desire that refused to quell. His arms had been so strong when he’d pinned me over his lap that I knew that he would be more than capable of holding me down when he fucked me.

Would he bend me over the bed and fuck me from behind? Would his cock hurt when it filled me? Would I like it?

I moaned a bit louder.

I’d felt how hard his cock had been when he held me after it was over, but that wasn’t all. I’d felt how enormous he was. He was far larger than any of the boys I’d been with before. He was all man, that much was obvious.

My inner walls fluttered with excitement. I imagined him sliding into me and I squeezed my bottom cheek a bit tighter, refreshing the sting he’d painted across me there. My back arched and I gasped loudly.

“Bad little girls who need good hard spankings need to get fucked even harder to make sure that they learn their lesson. You were a naughty little girl, Cami. You need Daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”

My whole body started to convulse. My quiet moans turned into desperate shrieks as I arched against the bed. I closed my eyes, reveling as my pleasure crested into a second harder orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I kept imagining Mason’s hands on my skin and another spasm wrecked me.

By the time it ended, I was a trembling mess. I blushingly pulled my hand from under the covers and pulled them up to my chin as if they could hide what I’d just done. A quiet calm descended over me, and I curled up with my body still sore and my pussy throbbing a little bit less than it had before. I closed my eyes, falling asleep in seconds as more than just the warmth of the blankets embraced me.

In the morning, I woke up to the sun shining through my window. The curtains were slightly ajar, and I turned away, the light too bright. With a groan, I pulled up the covers over my head. For a while, I just hid there, not wanting to leave the safety of my bed.

Mason would expect me for breakfast, but how could I face him today? Now that the sun was shining and the emotions from the night before had worn off, I was left feeling awkward and shy and so very embarrassed. Would he think something was wrong with me?

I’d touched myself while thinking about the spanking and I’d taken things even further in my own head. I chewed my lip, ashamed. I closed my eyes and my pussy started to throb almost as if it had a life of its own. I groaned with annoyance.

The door creaked open. I stilled, pretending to be asleep when I heard Mason clear his throat.

He’d never come here to wake me personally before. My clit throbbed harder and my bottom tensed. Although I wasn’t sore anymore from my spanking, it was still so recent that it wasn’t hard to remember what it had felt like. That only seemed to make my unwanted arousal even worse.

The floor groaned just a little with his every step as he moved closer to me. The bed creaked as he sat down on the edge of it.

“I know that you’re pretending to be asleep, little girl. Unless you want to eat breakfast with a bright red bottom, you will be ready to eat with me in the atrium overlooking the gardens in an hour. If I have to come up here and get you, you will be spending a significant amount of time over my knee,” he said firmly.

I had to stifle a gasp. I stayed hidden beneath my covers, too shocked and aroused and shy to say anything or even look at him.

“I would like to spend some time with you, little girl. I want to see that pretty smile,” he added, and my heart pounded in my chest.

When I didn’t answer, he stood back up and walked across the room. He paused at the door.

“You have one hour, little girl. Either way, we’re going to have breakfast. The only thing for you to decide is if you’re getting a spanking before we eat,” he said. The door shut and I listened as he descended the stairs. Some of the steps creaked and then all was quiet. He’d probably gone off to his office.

I flipped the covers down with a groan. I replayed his warning at least a dozen times in my head. He hadn’t sounded like he was bluffing and after last night, I was fairly certain that he’d meant every word. I pouted a bit, lying there in bed for several minutes and staring at that door.

My hands reached back and cupped my bottom. Even when I squeezed it, I was no longer sore and for some reason that made me even sadder. With a sigh, I rolled out of bed and made my way into the shower. I turned on the water and slowly stripped off my nightshirt. I stepped under the warm spray and stayed under it a bit longer than usual before I started to wash.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair, but I was distracted the whole time. My nipples were sensitive beneath the water. When I used a loofah to soap up my body, I gasped when I ran it over each one and when I went to wash between my legs, I did it as quickly as possible because my pussy hadn’t stopped throbbing since he’d come into the room.

I’d come twice last night, and it still hadn’t been enough.

I stood under the spray for several more minutes before I made my way out. I toweled off and dried my more sensitive spots very gently. I hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a box on my dresser. I padded over to it and traced my fingers over the pink bow that held it shut.

There was a small note attached to it and I flipped it open.

Cami,

Please wear this for me today. It would make me very happy to see you in it.

Mason

He’d never given me a gift like this before. Sure, I’d done things for him, and he’d paid me for them. He’d given me the bath set, but this felt very different from that. I chewed the inside of my cheek excitedly as I untied the bow. I tried not to rush it, but I wanted to see what it was. I gripped the top and pulled it off.

I gasped at what was inside.

It was a dress. The fabric was a soft cotton blend, but it was the pattern that really left me transfixed. It was a soft pink with roses painted all over it in a watercolor design. When I lifted it from the box, some of the roses left a trail of petals behind, all swirling around the base. It was the kind of dress that could be worn every day or to a special occasion.

I loved it.

I laid it out on the bed and opened the dresser, pulling out a matching lacey dark pink bra and panty set. When I was fully dressed, I bounced over to look at myself in the mirror.

The dress fit me perfectly.

I finished getting ready. I brushed my hair and put just a little bit of lipstick on before I took a deep breath and finally exited my room. I meandered through the house until I reached the room he’d mentioned. We’d eaten in here a few times over the weeks, but I paused in the entryway. I peeked around the corner and fingered the bottom of my dress. I was hidden behind one of the bigger plants in the room, so he wouldn’t be able to see me from the breakfast nook.

I spent several minutes trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to go into the room or test him. I glanced at the clock. In a few more minutes, an hour would have passed. I could walk into the room right on time, or I could walk in just a little late. I wondered what he would do if I was late.

I would have gotten ready and come down for breakfast like a good girl but being late was just a little naughty. Would something like that warrant a spanking?

My clit pulsed and I swallowed hard. A few more minutes ticked by as I looked into the room and attempted to decide on my next move. I didn’t know why I was feeling so feisty after being spanked so hard just last night.

Maybe I just wanted to feel his hands on me again. Maybe I wanted him to fuck me for real just like he did in my fantasies. I leaned forward, trying to see the table and to see if he was sitting there. I could see the edge of his chair, but he wasn’t there. Had he gone up to my bedroom already?

I was so distracted that when a big strong hand squeezed my shoulder, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I cried out in surprise, but the powerful grip kept me from turning around.

“What are you doing, Cami?” he asked, and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. It was Mason.

He let go of my shoulder and gently turned me around to face him. My cheeks heated and I didn’t even need to look in a mirror to know that they were bright red. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t quite think of anything to say at first. I closed it again and looked away. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, which only made me feel smaller and even more shy.

“I was just… I was just fixing my dress before I… umm… came in for breakfast,” I stammered. “It is lovely. Thank you,” I added quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful or anything.

“You look beautiful, Cami, but I know you weren’t out here adjusting your dress. Do you know how I know?” he asked carefully. His tone was strong and confident, and it made my stomach cramp with knots.

“I’m not sure,” I answered nervously.

“You wanted to see if I would follow through with my promise, didn’t you, little girl?” he asked, and I gulped down my anxiety as it spiked precipitously.

“No, I was just running late,” I sneered. I couldn’t look at him, so I decided to stare at the floor instead. I studied the intricate design of the Spanish tiles, looking at the way the blues, reds, yellows, and whites all came together to create a vision of beauty. He cleared his throat.

I turned away from him rebelliously, not even needing to look at him to know that he didn’t believe me.

“You’ve been standing here for ten minutes, little girl. I heard you when you first walked up to the door,” he said, and I suddenly wished a black hole would open up right beneath my feet and swallow me whole. Unfortunately for me, no such thing happened, so the only thing I was capable of was fidgeting and stepping from one foot to the other in hopes that I could figure some way out of such a mortifying situation.

“Maybe I just don’t like being told what to do,” I scoffed, digging my toe into the tiled floor. I hazarded a glance in his direction and very quickly regretted that choice. His eyes were dark and stormy and impossibly stern. I gulped nervously and returned to studying the tiles at my feet.

“If that were the reason, you wouldn’t be standing here at all. Now, what did I tell you would happen if you were late?”

I gasped. I very much knew what he would do. But now that the possibility of it actually happening was so close, I lost my nerve. I turned to run, and he caught my wrist in his hand. He pulled me back and made me face him. I took a step away only to find the wall at my back and his massive frame towering around me. He’d turned the tables and taken control so quickly that it left me reeling.

Gently, he lifted my chin with a single finger, making me face him. I tried to look any other way other than him, but he was so big and he took up so much space that soon I was left with no other choice. I met his eyes and at once, I saw the warm, stern man I’d come to know and the even darker one I was endlessly curious about.

“What did I tell you would happen, little girl?” he pressed again. I pushed my backside against the wall as if it could protect me. I chewed my lip, trying to look at the floor again. He didn’t let me.

“Answer me, Cami,” he warned. I swallowed hard and whined softly before I was able to muster the courage to mutter anything at all.

“You said I would have to eat breakfast with… umm… you know…” I managed, but his expression was contemplative.

“I told you that you would eat breakfast with a bright red bottom, didn’t I?” he answered, his voice as calm as ever. With every word, my body pulsed, electric zings of desire catapulting through me over and over again. I stared into those gray-blue eyes, trying to figure out what he would do and what I wanted. Did I want another spanking? Would he make me cry over arriving late? Would he touch me with those strong hands in another place?

“Yes…” I struggled to whisper. The single word shook with my nerves and arousal. My face was flaming hot, and my legs were quivering just the slightest bit. My clit had a life of its own, pounding away with fervent need. If I reached into my panties and touched myself right now, right here, I knew that it would only take me seconds to achieve an orgasm.

“You needed to know if I meant what I said, didn’t you?” he murmured. He traced his thumb along my cheek, and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. My heart was beating so wildly in my chest that I thought it might escape me.

“Yeah, I guess so, maybe… We should go eat breakfast,” I stammered. I wanted to flee. I wanted to curl up in his arms. I didn’t know what I wanted, but my body was spiraling out of control with frantic desire, the possibility of whatever was about to happen looming over me in the shape of an enormous rich man who had a hand of steel.

“I always mean what I say, little girl,” he said firmly, but there was a certain tenderness there too. I worried my bottom lip with my teeth, searching his eyes and trying to figure out what he would do.

“Are you going to spank me after all?” I asked nervously.

“Yes, little girl. Come with me now. We’ll get your spanking out of the way and then we can enjoy a nice breakfast together,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world. He took a step back and took my much smaller hand into his before he led me into the room that we were supposed to eat in.

In the middle of the atrium was a cream-colored loveseat. The canvas fabric was studded with bronze buttons, and I found myself studying the varying shades of each thread as he sat down in the center of it and guided me in front of him. He took both of my hands in his and I looked down, noticing how his swallowed mine practically whole.

With him sitting and me standing, I fidgeted anxiously, knowing what I had coming.

“You need to know that I’m a man of my word, little girl,” he began, and I wrung my hands together in front of me.

“I believe you. You don’t need to spank me after all,” I backpedaled. I couldn’t take my eyes off his massive hands. My mouth had gone dry.

As nervous as I was, my pussy was very much alive. My clit was pulsing hard and as I stood there and squirmed, my thighs rubbing against one another, I knew that I’d soaked through my panties.

His fingers squeezed mine.

“You need a spanking and I’m going to give you one, Cami. Now lift your dress. Naughty girls get their bare little bottoms spanked and you were naughty, weren’t you?” he scolded.

“I got ready on time,” I pouted softly.

“You did, but you were late on purpose. I told you what would happen, but you decided to be late anyway just to test me. Is that right, Cami-girl?” he pressed.

“Yes. That’s right,” I mumbled, feeling smaller by the second.

“Tell me what needs to happen, little girl,” he pushed.

“I need you to spank me,” I whispered. My voice was so soft that it was barely audible. My face was as hot as a furnace, and I wished for that black hole again.

“Lift your dress to your waist,” he instructed, and I nervously reached for the hem. I lifted it painfully slowly, blushing harder with every inch that I exposed myself. When I’d pulled it up to my belly button, he took it gently and tucked it under the cinched waist. It stayed up and I whined, covering my face with my hands.

“These pretty pink panties need to come down too, don’t they, naughty girl?” he said firmly, and I stepped side to side anxiously. His fingers grazed my hips, and his touch made the air rush out of my lungs in a single loud whoosh.

“I guess so,” I murmured shyly.

Last night, he’d taken down my panties when I’d been over his knee. This way seemed so much more embarrassing because he’d be able to see all of me. He’d be able to see that my pussy was bare because I liked it that way. I knew I was wet already. Would he see that too? Would he like that?

Would I?

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, and he started to lower them very slowly. I expected him to keep his eyes on mine as he took them down, but he didn’t. He stared right at the cusp of my thighs as he exposed me, which made the whole thing that much worse.

He took his time and as every second passed, my shameful arousal grew hotter. I struggled to draw in one breathy pant after another as he drew my panties down my thighs, past my knees, and then down to the floor.

“Step out of them,” he directed. I used his shoulder for balance as I took out one foot and then the other, holding my underwear in my hands awkwardly.

“Show me the seat of your panties, little girl,” he demanded, and I whimpered as a drop of arousal rolled down my thigh.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, trying to convince myself that I’d misheard him.

“Show me the seat of your panties. I want to see how wet your little pussy made them,” he repeated, and I mewled in surprise. For a moment, I froze, and his palm slapped my right bottom cheek.

“You can’t mean that,” I breathed nervously. He couldn’t know how turned on I was right now. Showing him my wet panties would leave no doubt in his mind.

He slapped my left cheek and I gasped at the sting.

“You’re about to get a spanking, little girl. You will do as you’re told unless you want one like you got last night,” he warned and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together in hopes that I’d at least be able to hide the rampant wetness that was probably glistening on my skin.

Without saying another word, I rushed to situate my panties so that the seat was shown off like he wanted. The rose pink was stained dark with my wetness and as I presented them to him, I swallowed hard. My face felt like I’d stuck it straight in a bonfire.

“You’re very wet, little girl,” he observed out loud and that made it all very real.

He knew I was aroused. I closed my eyes, wanting to die and come all at the same time.

He took my hand and slowly pulled me over his thighs. I went willingly as he guided me over his lap, thankful at least for the small mercy that I was face down now, and he could no longer see my face.

His palm only just touched my bottom, rubbing over it gently several times before he squeezed it firmly enough to sting just a hair. I bit my lip in an effort to keep quiet. His hand lingered and his fingers grazed along the wetness on my thighs. My legs parted just slightly. My body wanted to give him access and it took several moments for me to realize what I’d done. My face flushed so hot that I thought it might melt.

He pulled his hand away.

He didn’t touch my pussy and a part of me was disappointed. I didn’t have long to think about it though before he swatted my bottom hard. I squeaked and clapped one hand over my mouth. I lifted my head and only just then took in the exposed position that I was in.

The atrium had big windows everywhere. If anyone was walking through the gardens, they’d be able to see what was happening, that my bottom was bare, and I was over Mason’s knee getting a spanking.

That only made my desire flare hotter. I yearned to slide my fingers beneath my hips and make myself come right at this very moment.

“Are you nervous, little girl?” he asked, letting his palm still. It was situated over both of my cheeks, but it was so close to my pussy that I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if his fingers touched me there instead of my own.

“Yes,” I breathed anxiously.

“Good. Now you’re going to learn that when I threaten you with a bright red bottom, I mean it,” he scolded, and I squirmed in a way that made my needy clit throb even more insatiably. He lightly slapped my bottom, jostling it enough to make my inner walls practically convulse.

He was going to make me lose my mind.

“You should know something else, little girl. I’m going to very much enjoy every second of spanking this perfect bottom bright red,” he said with a growl. He angled his leg upward a little bit, positioning me in a way that put my backside even higher in the air.

All it did was put my entire focus on his hand and how vulnerable I was right now. His palm cupped my left cheek and then my spanking finally began.

I squeaked with the first one, the sound reverberating through the atrium even more loudly than last night in my bedroom. Would the glass windows hide the sound? Were any staff tending the garden right now? I whined and tried to crawl off him, but Mason quickly pinned me over his lap as he smacked my bottom hard several times.

Each one stung and the more he spanked me, the deeper that ache traveled. It felt different than last night. Last night had been a punishment, hard and fast and it had ended in tears. This morning though, he was still spanking me just as firmly, but he was taking his time, and I was able to take the pain, a flare of pleasure following each smack.

I squirmed over his thighs as my bottom began to burn, but my pussy was flaring hot along with it. I twisted and turned more to try to find relief for my needy little clit than to avoid his hard spanks. His leg angled me higher, and he spanked directly between my cheeks on top of my pussy, jostling me just enough to drive me wild with desire.

My squeaks turned to cries and eventually they morphed into moans. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but soon my body was humming with frantic need.

“Please!” I begged.

He spanked me really hard several times, making sure to punish the top of my thighs especially firmly and I wailed. Those stung the most. He paused for a few moments, running his fingers over my scalded flesh.

“You’re only pink, little girl. I’ve got a bit more to go to turn this naughty bottom bright red,” he chided.

“It hurts,” I whined.

“A spanking is supposed to hurt, naughty girl,” he scolded. I’m not sure how he did it, but he used his own leg and spread my thighs open. I wailed in shock and shame, but he quickly pinned me in place with his arm all while my pussy was on display.

“I believe you!” I cried out.

“I know you do, little girl,” he replied softly. “Now, I’m going to finish the rest of your spanking, so you never forget it.”

I cried out as the spanking renewed. It was harder this time and he picked up the pace. His palm was relentless, each stinging spank sinking deeper and deeper, almost straight down into my core. I held my breath as I struggled to take it. Desire blazed red hot and as I struggled over his knee with my bare pussy exposed, I realized that I was rubbing my clit right on his jeans.

I did it again.

I couldn’t help but moan with my desperation. Just when I’d gotten into a rhythm that was bound to make me orgasm right there over his knee, he started spanking my thighs and the only thing I could think of was how much more that hurt than all the rest. I whimpered and cried out as his fingers edged toward my inner thighs.

“Please! I won’t be late again. I’ll be a good girl!” I wailed.

He finally stopped spanking me and I sucked in a breath. My bottom burned and my thighs felt like they were on fire, but all that paled compared to how needy my naked pussy felt. I wanted to come so very badly, right then and there.

“There now, little girl. I think you’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?” he chided.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Reach back for me and touch that bright red bottom,” he instructed.

I blushed, but I knew that he’d spank me some more if I didn’t do as he asked. Tentatively, I reach back and slid my fingers over my bottom cheeks. They were practically on fire.

“It’s very hot,” I whispered, my voice quivering with shame.

“Do you think you’ll remember that I’ll follow through with what I say next time, Cami-girl?” he asked.

I decided that I liked that nickname. It made me feel special.

“I’ll remember,” I mumbled, embarrassed and impossibly turned on.

Now that the spanking was over, I was very much aware of how hard his cock was beneath my belly. He’d said he would enjoy this, and he hadn’t been lying.

Knowing that made me even more aroused than before.

“Now stand up for me, naughty girl,” he instructed. I pushed back on shaky legs. As if he knew, he helped me up and then I was standing in front of him again. My dress had fallen, but he readjusted it to expose both my bottom and my pussy once again.

“Spread your legs, Cami,” he said darkly, and I blushed.

“But…” I muttered and his dark eyes met mine. They weren’t just firm or expectant anymore. There was something else there, and I swallowed hard. He was looking back at me with desire. Even though it was difficult for me, I spread my legs.

He pulled a cotton cloth out of his pocket.

“You’re very wet, little girl. I’m going to have to clean you off before I sit you down for breakfast with your well-spanked bottom bare for me, or else you’re going to leave a puddle beneath you,” he murmured, and I bit my lip in order to silence a cry.

I was too off balance to think of anything to say, so I just stood there and didn’t say anything at all. He pressed the cloth against my inner thigh, slowly wiping away my arousal. I whined quietly as he leisurely dragged the fabric along my legs, making sure to thoroughly clean them off before he pressed it directly against my pussy.

I gasped. My legs went weak.

His hand was… Oh, my god.

There was only that cloth between him and me now and it was so thin that it almost wasn’t even there at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was finally touching me in the place that I’d been imagining all this time.

Just a handful of threads separated his fingers from my clit and my chest heaved up and down in response. He spent a few moments circling my needy bud directly, teasing me through the fabric, which was almost more than I could bear. Electric pulses of desire surged through me with powerful intensity, and I moaned. He pressed a bit harder, and I pitched forward, my hand catching his shoulder. His muscles flexed under my fingers, and he pulled his hand away.

I stood there needy and bereft of his touch. I wanted to ask him to touch me again, but I was too embarrassed to say anything at all. I studied him, trying to figure out what he would do next. My bottom burned, but I felt needy and aroused rather than like a punished little girl. Did he know what he was doing to me? Did he like it?

He stood up and took my hand in his, leading me over to the breakfast nook with my dress still hiked all the way up. I tried not to look out the windows, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t see anyone. The knowledge that someone could be there left my pussy throbbing anyway.

He pulled out my chair and guided me into it. The chair was covered in the same canvas fabric as the loveseat I’d just been spanked over.

“You will sit with your bright red bottom bare, naughty girl,” he purred, and I squeezed my thighs together, blushing hard. He pushed in the chair, and I was grateful for the tablecloth that at least partially covered me, but it still didn’t make this any less embarrassing.

Mason knew I was naked underneath that table.

“Okay,” I whispered, and my thighs rubbed together. Without thinking, I dropped my hands beneath the table. He cleared his throat, and I froze, looking up at him quickly.

“You will keep your hands on the table, Cami,” he instructed. He lifted an eyebrow and glanced down, insinuating that I was about to do something a whole lot naughtier right there in front of him.

“I wasn’t…” I began and he shook his head.

“Do you need another spanking right here at the breakfast table?” he asked dangerously, and I shook my head.

“No,” I squeaked.

“Hands on the table, little girl. I’m going to call for breakfast now. You will sit here while I go retrieve it,” he directed, and I blushed harder.

“Is someone going to come in here?” I exclaimed anxiously.

“No,” he answered firmly. His eyes had darkened possessively, and I glanced shyly down at the table. “I’m the only one that will deal with you when you’ve been a naughty girl.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling a little at his words. My clit pulsed even harder, and I squirmed in my seat. I was growing wet again. I could feel it.

He picked up his phone and I quietly studied him. His stare never left mine, making me feel small and needy and so terribly aroused that I could hardly stand it.

“Bring our meal to the door of the atrium. Knock when it arrives, but do not open the door. Thank you, chef,” he said. My core danced with every syllable, and I found myself watching the way his lips moved, how his tongue bounced off the surface of his mouth.

I fidgeted, trying my best to do as he said and keep my hands on the table and not between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself so very badly.

“Did you hire a chef?” I asked, desperate to take my mind off my increasing need.

“I did,” he answered simply. He didn’t say anything further and I was left to contemplate the pulsing between my legs once again.

Someone knocked on the door and my eyes flew in that direction. Would they come in after all? Would they see my bottom and how it was still red?

Mason stood up, pausing before he left the table.

“Keep your hands on the table, little girl, or else I’ll have to really punish you just like I did last night,” he warned.

“I understand,” I whispered almost inaudibly. I bit my lip. All I wanted was for him to touch me right now. I didn’t want another spanking that made me cry.

I understood now that he was a man of his word. If I disobeyed him, I would end up over his knee for a very different experience than the one I’d just had. Sure, his palm had stung enough to make me whimper and cry out, but it hadn’t exactly made me sorry for being late at all. It made me feel rebellious and naughty and incredibly turned on instead.

I watched him walk away, and I used his momentary distraction to enjoy the sight of his backside as he strode to the door. He was strong and it showed. All I could think about was how he would be able to pick me up and throw me around with ease.

He opened the door and I squirmed, worrying that someone could see me from the doorway. I heard Mason thank someone and my face flamed with shame, but when the door clicked shut, I breathed a sigh of relief. I lifted my head to see him rolling over a cart of silver platters. When he reached the table, he paused next to me. He looked down directly at my pussy and knelt next to me. I tried to keep still, but in the end, I was unable to stop my thighs from sliding against one another.

My pussy was so swollen and wet, and I was absolutely certain that he could see it. He reached for another cloth napkin on the cart, spreading it over my thighs. He smoothed the fabric and his thumb only just brushed against my pussy; I had difficulty not moaning out loud. He stood back up and placed a platter in front of me.

His hand cupped my shoulder as he lifted the lid.

“I know how much you like bananas and French toast, little girl, so I had my chef make you a special breakfast. I hope you like it and if you don’t, you will tell me and I’ll get you something else,” he explained. He squeezed my shoulder and put a platter in front of his seat before he poured us both cups of coffee. He made mine exactly the way I liked it and I smiled when he put it in front of me.

“Thank you,” I replied, and he grinned back at me. After he’d finished preparing the table, he took his seat and started digging into his meal. I looked down at my own plate, licking my lips as I took in the sight of caramelized bananas, fresh whipped cream, and thick sugary French toast all stacked in a beautiful display of sweet carbohydrate heaven.

I dipped a single finger into the whipped cream and looked up to see Mason watching. Feeling a bit feistier than before, I brought it to my lips and sucked it gently. He watched me with dark amusement. I thought I could see desire in his eyes too and I pulled my finger free from my lips with a loud smack. I smirked and reached for my silverware.

He chuckled quietly and I shivered.

I took my first bite and groaned openly when the flavors burst to life on my tongue. The taste of cinnamon, brown sugar, caramel, bananas, and delicious battered bread hit me all at once and I practically danced in my seat. I took one bite and then another, quickly demolishing my breakfast in no time at all.

“I take it that you like it,” Mason laughed softly.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” I answered suggestively and raised an eyebrow while he popped a bite of his omelet into his mouth. He chewed for a long moment, and I fidgeted.

“Is that right, naughty girl?” he asked. He lifted his brow, turning my sass right back on me in an instant. I squirmed and I looked down at my plate, quickly shoving another bite of French toast into my mouth.

I didn’t answer him because I didn’t think I would be able to. I didn’t even look at him because all I could think about was getting down on my knees in front of him for the express purpose of taking his cock into my mouth. I blushed harder, trying desperately not to think about what he would taste like on my tongue. I reached for my coffee, taking a sip, and struggling a little bit to swallow it down.

Where was that black hole already?

Eventually, I emptied my plate, and he emptied his. I put down my fork and knife and he stood up. He came over to me and took the napkin off my lap, baring me once again.

“Stand up,” he directed gently. He offered me a hand and I took it. He pulled me against him, and I couldn’t ignore the way my well-spanked backside pressed up against his cock.

“You left quite a wet spot on the chair, naughty girl,” he chided, and I looked down at the chair to see that he was right. I’d been so distracted by his enormous cock nestled right in between my sore cheeks.

His hand curled around the back of my neck. He rubbed his thumb back and forth. Goosebumps rose all over my arms and my eyes practically rolled back in my head. I could feel all his power surrounding me at once and all of it was centered in the tip of his thumb.

I stopped breathing for several seconds as he held me like that.

Then he reached for the table and grabbed a clean napkin.

“Clean off the chair, little girl,” he instructed, and I whined openly in shame now, even as my clit was practically throbbing out of my body. My thighs were slick as I squirmed. I bit my lip and took the napkin from him. I leaned over and he didn’t move, which only pressed me closer against him.

I arched my back, knowing full well that I was teasing him with my naked body. I wiped the chair slowly, taking my time as I wiggled my bottom against his cock. He said nothing, but by the way his hands were squeezing my hip a bit tighter I knew he was enjoying himself.

When I was done, he took the napkin from me and tossed it on the table. He grabbed the chair and moved it in front of me.

“Sit down, little girl. Spread your legs for me,” he said softly. I sucked in a breath. His fingers lingered on my skin as I turned and pressed my sore bottom against the chair. Even more timidly, I grasped at the tops of my thighs with my hands.

I would be so exposed if I did as he asked. He pulled up his own chair and took a seat right in front of me. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together as he waited expectantly.

I glanced down at his fingers, squirming as I imagined what they would feel like directly on my naked skin.

With a hard swallow, I very slowly spread my thighs open. He stared straight in between my legs, studying every inch of me so closely that I could do nothing but watch and wait for what he might say. Would he think I was pretty? Would he like that I was so wet?

I trembled, chewing my lip nervously as I waited for him to decide what to do next.

“That’s a very wet little pussy, Cami. We need to take care of that, don’t we?” he asked, and my thighs twitched as I almost lost my nerve.

“I…” I started and he cleared his throat.

“You’ve been wanting to touch that pretty little pussy ever since I took you over my knee this morning, haven’t you?” he observed and this time he looked directly into my eyes. It was as if he could see right through me. I looked down at the floor, fidgeting with my hands and trying to find the courage to answer.

“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You were going to touch yourself at the breakfast table. You thought the tablecloth would hide such a naughty thing, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I blurted, mortified that he knew exactly what I had thought.

“I didn’t allow you to touch that pretty pussy even though you wanted to, isn’t that right, Cami?”

“Yes,” I murmured shyly.

“You’re going to touch yourself now, little girl. You’re going to use your fingers on that needy little clit and make yourself come right here in front of me,” he dictated.

“I can’t,” I blanched.

“You will, naughty girl,” he answered confidently, and my face burned with fire.

“But I…” I answered weakly.

“Do I need to go to the kitchen and fetch a wooden spoon, Cami?” he asked, and I started, rushing to meet his gaze. He was deadly serious.

“A wooden spoon?” I echoed nervously.

“Yes, little girl. You have one of two choices right now. Either you can follow my instructions and come for me, or you will be going over my knee for a hard spanking with a wooden spoon that will no doubt leave you sobbing and very sore,” he said firmly.

“I don’t want a spanking with a wooden spoon,” I pouted.

“Then you know what to do, little girl,” he said gently.

My clit throbbed as if it was answering for him. I swallowed hard, but my hand was already moving of its own accord. My fingers grazed across my inner thigh, and I bit my lip, just touching the outer folds of my pussy.

“Please,” I begged.

“Go on, little girl. Touch yourself for me. I want to see you come,” he coaxed, and my nipples hardened into sensitive spikes. I wondered if they would show through my dress and my bra, but as my fingers found my clit, I forgot about everything else entirely.

I started to touch myself as I’d done endless times before, but this time it felt empty. This time, I wanted more.

“Please, I don’t…” I started.

“Please what, little girl?” he pressed. He cocked his head to the side, and I looked at him through the curtain of my lashes.

“I don’t want it to be me,” I whispered.

“Ask for what you need, little girl,” he warned.

“I can’t,” I whined.

“If you want Daddy to touch you, little girl, you will ask for it properly or else I won’t touch you at all,” he answered.

Daddy…

My clit pulsed underneath my fingertips. Hearing him refer to himself that way made my inner walls clench tight with need and I moaned before I could stop myself.

“Please,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to say the words. I couldn’t.

He stood up and grasped the back of the chair behind me with one arm. I moved my hand out of the way as he cupped my pussy.

“You will ask Daddy for what you need, little girl, or else Daddy is going to have to punish you. This is your last warning,” he said firmly and before I could do anything to prepare or stop him, he spanked my pussy a single time with his hand. I keened out loud at the intense sting, whimpering as it seemed to heighten for several terribly long seconds.

He pulled his hand away.

My mouth was so dry, and my stomach was turning in knots. I wanted an orgasm so badly and the only thing stopping me right now was saying the words he wanted to hear.

“Daddy,” I echoed. I didn’t even realize that I had spoken out loud at first, but he grinned in victory, and it soon became clear what I had done. I sat there, trying to piece out what to say. His eyes sparkled as he waited for me, watching every second of indecision as it played out all over my face.

I gulped and whined even louder.

“Little girl, if I have to go get the wooden spoon, you should know that I won’t just use it on your bare bottom,” he threatened. He very pointedly looked down at my pussy and back up at me. My thighs tensed around his legs, giving away my fear immediately. He simply stared calmly into my eyes, waiting for me.

“Please don’t get the wooden spoon,” I begged. I very nearly called him Daddy again, but I bit my lip and stopped myself.

“Ask Daddy for what you need, little girl,” he demanded.

I squirmed for a few more seconds, but my arousal was getting to be too much. He’d spanked me twice and I’d come twice, but it wasn’t enough, and I knew it wouldn’t be until he was the one that was making me orgasm.

“Please touch me, Daddy. Please make me come,” I begged. At first, I thought I’d mouthed the words. My voice had been so soft.

“You want Daddy’s fingers instead of your own, don’t you, little girl?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I whispered. I tried not to think about what he’d made me call him. I tried to ignore the way it made my body pulse and my core flare red hot.

His hand slipped beneath me, cupping my pussy in his palm. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I gasped. Two of his fingers grazed against my entrance, and my legs widened with excitement, egging him on.

Very slowly, he pushed one finger inside of me and then the other. I gasped and moaned, unable to stop the way my hips bucked with excitement.

“You’re going to ride my fingers, little girl,” he demanded, and I didn’t even have to try. My body was already doing it. His fingers felt so big inside of me, stretching me and petting a place deep inside me that had never been touched before, at least not like this. I whined with need, reaching for him as he started to circle my clit with his thumb.

Fuck.

His were so much better than my own. I knew how to touch myself to orgasm, but this… this was something else. This was incredible.

My back arched as my hips rocked back and forth.

“Such a naughty girl this morning, needing a hard spanking and an orgasm,” he murmured and my core practically spasmed at the sound. He started to pump his fingers into me, all while his thumb constantly teased my clit and I felt myself spiraling out of control so quickly that I couldn’t stop it.

I wanted this first orgasm with him to be special, to be drawn out and impossibly hard, but there was no stopping it.

It came so swiftly that it felt like I’d just hurled myself off the edge of a cliff. His thumb was perfect. His fingers were absolutely magnificent. I lost myself as I rode those incredible fingers. I moaned and gasped with every roll of my hips, but it was the sound of his voice again that made me lose it all entirely.

“Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded, and my body obeyed. Like a wave against rock, it crashed into me with delicious force, turning my small desperate moans into screams. I closed my eyes, blinded by the white-hot bliss blazing through my veins. My thighs quivered and my inner walls grasped at his fingers, tightening with endless spasms as I rode through that glorious orgasm that I’d fantasized about for so long.

My breasts hung heavy with desire, and I grasped them, not caring that they were still covered by my dress. I squeezed them, fiery tendrils of desire burning through me. By the time that first orgasm ended, I was a writhing mess of arousal. When my pleasure finally faded, I whined softly, the full weight of what just happened coming down around me like a curtain.

He pulled his fingers free from me and my pussy continued throbbing.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned.

I blushed hard. I watched him reach for a napkin out of the corner of my eye. He used it to clean off the evidence of my orgasm from his fingers and when I couldn’t look anymore, I stared down at the floor.

My arms and legs felt languid. The feeling of deep satisfaction I’d been looking for last night finally settled over me and I sighed happily, curling up in the chair a little bit. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the lingering tingles that jolted through me afterwards.

His touch had been just as wonderful as I’d thought it would be.

He cleared his throat.

“You have two choices now, Cami-girl. The first is that you can go back to your part of the house and enjoy the rest of your day,” he began, and I stared back at him in confusion.

“What’s the second?” I asked curiously.

“You will help me clear away the plates and when we’re done, you will bend over the table with your bright red bottom and your soaking wet little pussy on display. Then, you will ask Daddy to fuck you,” he said darkly.

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t want to ask for it. To be honest, I just wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me himself. I licked my lips, trying to choose between one and the other and wanting neither.

“If you want someone to ask you to be fucked, maybe you should ask to fuck yourself,” I blurted.

I wanted to make him angry. I wanted him to just reach out and force me over that table himself. My clit pulsed greedily as I fantasized about being pinned down and taken hard and rough just like that.

I wanted him to take total control and I hoped that if I made him angry, that he would do just that. With a deep breath, I lifted my eyes to his and prepared myself for his fury.

I didn’t find it.

Instead of the anger I expected, there was nothing but amusement. He smiled, gazing back at me like he knew exactly what I was doing, and I hated that he did. I held my ground though, knowing it was too late to backpedal and tell him what I really wanted.

“I’ll see you at dinner, Cami,” he replied lightly, and he tossed the napkin on the table. He strode away and I blinked in surprise. The door opened and shut as he left the room. I pulled my dress back down. I looked around for my panties but couldn’t find them. I worried my lip, very self-conscious about my bareness beneath my skirt, but there was nothing I could do about it.

For a while, I just stood there. A part of me hoped that he would come back and give me another chance. I started clearing off the table and piling the dirty dishes on the service cart. By the time I was done, he still hadn’t returned, and I looked back at the nook a bit forlornly.

He’d told me all I needed to do was ask and I hadn’t done it. If I had, I’d be getting fucked over that table this very minute.

I turned away, feeling flustered and needy and a bit mad at myself for messing the whole thing up. I left the room and wandered back to my side of the house. I didn’t really know what to do, so I decided to take a bath to pass the time and to try to figure out what to do with myself.

The relationship between Mason and me had changed fundamentally in the last twenty-four hours. It had been better than I could have ever imagined. I gulped, thinking about how it felt to have his fingers inside of me and I groaned out loud when my clit started throbbing again.

I’d come three times. Why was I so insatiable today?

I leaned back in the bath, enjoying the warm embrace of the water, and tried to tell myself it was enough when all I wanted was Mason’s cock buried inside me instead.

I was hopeless.

I spent a few hours in the bath, just trying to cope with my neediness and as a way to avoid his side of the house, but soon my fingers became pruned enough where I had to get out. With a sigh, I climbed out of the bath and wrapped myself in a soft fluffy towel.

Someone knocked on my door. I stilled, but they didn’t open it.

“Hello?” I called out.

“A gift arrived for you, Miss Cami. I’ll leave it at your door,” a woman called out and I furrowed my brow. I waited a minute a bit impatiently before I rushed to it and pressed my ear against it. The stairs creaked and I tucked in the towel around me a bit tighter before I opened the door. There were two boxes and I moved them inside. I carried them over to my bed after using my foot to quietly close the door.

They were two clothing boxes. I lifted the top of one and found a beautiful set of matching purple lingerie. They were cotton, but the edges were lined in a delicate lace. The other box contained a beautiful purple dress that would be perfect for going out on the town or for a romantic night in.

I edged my fingers along the beautiful petaled hem and looked at the clock. Dinner was still several hours away. I didn’t want to get anything on it.

I decided to wear the lingerie though. I slipped it on, finding that it was sized perfectly. It cupped my small breasts nicely, giving me some pretty epic cleavage in the process. The panties framed my bottom beautifully too. I twisted and turned in the mirror, knowing that this was by far the best underwear I’d ever laid my fingers on, let alone worn.

I blushed when I saw that my bottom was still pink.

Feeling antsy, I dressed in a t-shirt and yoga pants before I bounded out of my room. I wanted to go on a walk to soothe the agitation in my limbs, but I didn’t really have a destination in mind, so I just wandered around the house. I studied the rooms that I’d helped him design, taking pride in how homey and beautiful the mansion had become. It was really a home.

I walked through the theater and meandered past the sauna. When I passed the pool, I heard a noise and paused outside the door.

I heard it again, realizing it was splashing of some kind and decided to peek inside. Mason was swimming.

His body sliced through the water as easily as a hot knife through butter. My mouth went dry as I glimpsed his bare torso for the first time. His chest was hard and chiseled. I watched as he flexed and swam through the water. His front stroke was perfect and when he reached the other side, he pushed off the wall and did the backstroke the entire length of the pool.

My gaze dipped a bit lower.

He was wearing a pair of swim trunks unfortunately, which covered up what I really wanted to see. What would he look like naked? Would his cock be just as massive as I thought it would be?

His head turned my way and I quickly retreated, pressing my back against the wall and hiding until I heard him swimming again. When I was certain he’d gone back to what he was doing, I peeked back inside and watched him for a while longer.

His body was so hard. Every muscle was chiseled perfection. His shoulders were wide and strong while his torso was lean and trim. Looking at him like this, I now fully understood how he’d been able to pin me down when I’d been over his knee. I’d kicked and squirmed and done everything I could to escape him, but he’d been so much stronger.

I licked my lips, feasting on the sight of him until he stopped and climbed out on the other side of the pool. I could hear him breathing, only slightly winded. He’d swum hard and as he turned to the side, I saw that his cock was hard too.

I fled before he could see me, rushing back to my bedroom hastily. When I reached my wing, I closed the door and leaned back against it with a sigh of relief.

I took several moments to gather myself. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal, and I climbed into bed. Feeling exhausted all of a sudden, I closed my eyes and told myself that I would sleep for a little while.

I woke up several hours later, just in time for dinner.

Just in time for me to be fashionably late again…

I grinned and hopped out of bed.

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