Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I looked back at my brown-eyed daddy as he followed me through the door, then closed it behind him. Every time I saw his naked body, it seemed like the first time: the naughtiness of the sight and the sheer size of his muscled form took my breath away. As he walked, his rigid cock swayed a little, almost as if it had a life of its own, and some sense of where its owner’s fuck toy was. It seemed to point at me, telling me at a deep, bodily level, what my daddy meant to do with my bottom.
I swallowed hard as my eyes rose from my daddy’s penis to his handsome face and found that his dark eyes, hungry, could have told me precisely the same thing. Daddy Jacob intended to fuck my ass, and if I knew what was good for me, I’d receive him into my sore bottom-hole obediently and without any fuss or defiance.
“On the table, honey. On your knees with your face down and your ass up for Daddy.”
My breath puffed in and out of my nose in rapid little snorts as I turned back to the middle of the room. Out of sheer instinct, I realized, I had put my hands up to cover myself, my right hand over my pussy and my left over my breasts, as if the very appearance of the table meant that naughty, dirty things were in store—things a little lady would never submit to, that she had to defend herself against. The irony that one of my hands should have probably gone behind me, to my already-sore butt, wasn’t lost on me, but the girlish reflex to protect my front from prying eyes and fondling fingers took over.
More problematically, I found that I had frozen in place, and I hadn’t even started to obey Daddy Jacob, although I had resolved to do just that back in the office, when it had felt like my daddies had broken me to their will. I remembered what Daddy Jacob had said about daily punishment, about all of it being a punishment, and how I needed to learn to make it easy on myself by accepting that they would discipline me and use me exactly as they pleased.
I turned around again, to find that Daddy Jacob had tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
“Please…” came the little girl voice out of my mouth, without any thought attached to it. “Please, Daddy… if I’m good… if I… you know… do as you tell me? Please, can I… today…?”
My voice trailed off because I could see in my daddy’s eyes that he understood. He shook his head, and I felt a sob burst from my chest.
“No, honey,” Daddy Jacob said. “Tomorrow. If you’re good. I can see you need a little help, though.”
He stepped towards me. My eyes wide, I took a step back and felt the backs of my thighs run into the padded edge of the table.
“Turn around and bend over,” Daddy Jacob said. “Elbows on the table.”
I shook my head, feeling yet more tears come into the corners of my eyes. A little help…
“Do it, Marianne,” said my daddy in his deep voice.
He didn’t need to tell me that my last chance had come.
With a whimper, I turned around and bent over, hanging my head low. My hair had long since almost completely escaped from its ponytail, and it hung around my face so that I felt a tiny bit of comfort in having my expression hidden.
But Daddy Jacob didn’t permit that, either. I felt his hand reach out and gather and move the hair over to my right shoulder.
“I like to see my little girl’s pretty face,” he said simply.
Simple for him to say, but very complicated for me to hear. He hadn’t said that before—he hadn’t called me his little girl.
The hand that had arranged my hair moved to hold me around the waist. Daddy Jacob’s other hand, to my surprise, plunged between my thighs, working my whole pussy, the thumb on my newly-fucked anus.
I cried out, thinking for just an instant that despite what he had said, my daddy had decided to give me my reward early. The mingled feelings that flashed through my mind startled me—a little gratitude, but also, bizarrely, disappointment at the idea that Daddy Jacob hadn’t followed through.
I shouldn’t have worried. Just as I felt myself on the edge of climax, he took that enormous hand away and spanked me four times, hard, two on the right cheek and two on the left, as I screamed at the renewed agony.
“Get on the table, honey,” Daddy Jacob said. “Right now.”
CHAPTER 17
Jacob
The sight of Marianne on the table, with her ass up, made my dominant blood sing in my veins. As she bent her face to the faux leather upholstery, the arch of her back exposed everything to my view, her bottom at exactly the right height to use just as I pleased. I had brought back the fiery red to her adorable butt cheeks with the extra swats I’d given to help her get going, and I felt the special satisfaction of a daddy who’s just had his shameful command obeyed by his penitent little girl.