Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Ok. When I got back to my hotel room, it was late. I stripped naked as I often do because I have the room to myself. I took a long hot shower and toweled off and got into bed naked. TV was next."

  "Yes. What did you watch?" she says with an inquisitive look.

  "Did you watch any porn?"

  "Yes dear"

  "Oh my. I knew you were going to watch nasty porn while you were away. You know I don't like that. I only want you to see me."

  "I know. I'm very sorry honey. I do love you very much. Its just that I was tired and missing our Sex Night"

  "Its not that. You're lying. You couldn't wait to watch those nasty whores in those movies and you couldn't wait to jack off for hours. Isn't it? Hmmm? Tell me."

  "Yes dear"

  "You have broken the rules once again. I want you to march upstairs and get ready for your spanking. Is that clear?"

  "Yes dear"

  I walk upstairs to our bedroom. The lights are off but Anne has candles lit and placed throughout...She knew it was likely I had broken the rules while away. I noticed that she had already laid out the paddle, strap and hairbrush on the bed. I stripped naked and ran the shower. I made it quick but made damn sure to put my dirty clothes in the hamper. I just knew I was going to get spanked hard this time. I toweled off and walked in the bedroom. Protocol for this requires me to stand naked in the corner until Anne comes up to spank me. I can hear her heels click on the hardwoods coming down the hall. The door creaks open slowly. Butterflies in my stomach. My cock begins to get erect..halfway. I hear her sit her glass down. She sits at her bedroom dresser. Brushing her hair. She puts her hair in a bun. She is so sexy.

  "Turn around" she says softly.

  I turn around. My erection standing stiff. She walks over to me. Gently places her hand around the shaft of me. Kisses me on the cheek and whispers..

  "You've been very bad haven't you?"

  "Yes dear" I reply

  "What happens when you are bad? Hmmm?"

  "I get a spanking" I reply

  "Yes. That's right. Before I spank you I want you to tell me what you've done to deserve this and ask me nicely to spank you. Is that clear?"

  "Yes dear. I broke the rules while I was away. I watched porno and masturbated for hours. I betrayed your trust. Will you please spank me for being naughty?".

  "Very good. Now we are getting somewhere." she says.

  She lets go of my hard cock and walks to her dresser and pulls the chair out to the center of the room. She walks over to her dresser. Gently reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra. Baring her lovely full natural breasts. She turns around. I see her nipples are erect. She pulls her panties down..letting them fall to the floor. She steps out of them. She shaved while I was gone. Brazilian. She grins and walks around to the front of the chair and sits down.

  She says, "Over on the bed, I've laid out three implements. You will get spanked with all 3 tonight. I am very upset with you. Pick your first and come over here now."

  "Yes honey" I say reluctantly.

  I walk to the bed. My cock is fully erect. I pick the paddle. Its small. Like a ping pong paddle but a little more stout. I walk over to her side and hand her the paddle. I slowly bend my knees, placing my hands on her thighs, I start to lay across her lap. I lay my cock on her nylon covered thigh and lay down fully across her lap. She opens her legs to accept by erection between her thighs. I can feel her nylons on my cock. She gently caresses my ass and begins spanking me from cheek to cheek with her hand.

  "I told you not to watch any nasty porn while you were gone. Didn't I?" she says as she's warming my ass. Preparing me for the paddle.

  "Yes! Yes dear!"

  It stings. She is really working my ass over with her hand. She stops and caresses me. My butt is burning hot. Tingling. Cock still erect. She takes the paddle in her hand and says "I am going to give you 10 on each cheek. You are to count and thank me nicely for each one. Is that clear?"

  "Yes dear!!" I say.

  She begins. The swats are somewhat intense. I'm thinking that I'm not sure I'll make it through even the paddling. "One. Thank you dear. Two. Thank you dear. Three....." I make to twenty. My cock is not as erect as it once was.

  "Stand up" she says.

  I stand up. She stands up and moves the chair to her boudoir. She walks behind me. I can feel her naked breasts brush against my back. I can feel her nylons against my legs and the straps of her garters pressing against my skin. Her hand is on my ass. Its burning red. She squeezes gently and pulls away.

  "I want you to lay across the edge of the bed face forward. You are going to get the strap now."

  Without saying anything, I walk to the edge of our bed and lay across. I know the drill. I've been strapped before. Back arched and ass presented is the only way she will allow the strapping to start. Arched and presented..I await.

  "Very good. You are taking your spankings very well tonight. I might decide to have sex with you after all honey!"

  "Yes dear. Thank you dear." I reply.

  She begins to strap me. 20. My ass is burning. She caresses me. Touching my ass and her fingers brushing against my scrotum. She plays with my butt a little before the final spanking. The dreaded hairbrush. She grabs the brush and sits down.

  "Come here and stand next to me." she says.

  "I am going to give you 10 of these. I know how much this hairbrush hurts. But you deserve this don't you?"

  "Yes" I say

  "Yes. You do." she says.

  She begins. One. It hurts like freakin' hell. Two. Oh man..not sure if I can hang with this. Three. Ow. Four. Ahhh. Five.....Ten. I fall to my knees. She stands up and puts the brush on her dresser.

  "Stand in the corner" she says.

  I stand up. Rubbing my cheeks. My ass is on fire. I stand in the corner. Anne leaves the bedroom. I can hear her heels clacking on the hardwoods and down the stairs. 10 minutes or so. Corner time to reflect. I hear her return. Glass of wine in hand. She pulls the chair out again and sits down with her legs spread.

  "Come here honey." She says. I walk over to her. I lean down and kiss her deeply.

  "Thank you for spanking me tonight honey." I say sincerely.

  "You're welcome dear. I know you needed that."

  Without being asked, I kneel down between her stocking covered thighs. Gently kissing her tender thighs, I move to her smoothly shaved mound. I pleasure her. Licking..flicking my tongue..playing with her clit...for a long time. I love it. I take her by the hand and we lay in bed. Sliding my cock in her missionary, I bang away with long slow strokes. Fucking her...I kiss her neck..nibble her ears and grind away. She is so wet, the sheets are soaked. I bang..bang...and bang her. I pull out and lay on the bed so she can ride me the way she wants. She mounts me. She lays on me with her lovely breasts in my face. I love it. She grinds on me just the way she wants. She comes quickly. She is my wife. I come inside her always. We lay in bed and kiss and make out for a while...as my load oozes out of her onto the bed. I play with her ass and feel her wetness. We lay together for the rest of the night.

  Can't wait for another business trip!!!

  The End.

  Christmas Morning

  On Christmas morning at 7am Tom had been awake for a bit and so decided to finally get up. Tom had recently turned twenty, home for the Christmas holidays after being away for over two years. Amy, his eighteen-year-old sister was also awake, sitting up in her own bed in her own reading a teen magazine. Their parents would most likely not be up for hours still. They had been at out at a Christmas Eve office party, and then up late getting all the presents ready for Christmas morning. Even though they were now in their late teens, Tom and Amy still got excited on Christmas morning, and Tom had missed the last couple of Christmas' with his family.

  Tom, in just the boxers he wore to bed, headed for the bathroom down the hall. As he headed past Amy's room, he could see her light was on. On his way back from the bathroom he tapped lightly on her door.

  "Tha
t you Tom?" Amy quietly asked.

  "Yeah sis, you up? I saw your light on. Can I come in?"

  Amy was sitting up in her old long nightshirt propped against the back wall, magazine in hand. She pulled the sheet up to her waist as he entered. The room was quite warm.

  "They still haven't fixed the heat in this room?" Tom remarked.

  Her room was always overheated, something to do with having a strong vent in a small room. Because of that she slept in very light pajamas or light nightshirt.

  "I'm used to it," Amy scrunched her knees up to give Tom room to sit on the bed next to her. She put her magazine on her bed stand, and the sheet slipped down as she did.

  Tom caught a glimpse of her panties as she propped her knees up, and almost blushed, feeling a little naughty seeing them. Then he noticed her dildo sitting on the bed stand feeling even more awkward. He turned, hiding his blush, as if looking at something else, feeling even weirder, not being able to help imagining her using it. He had found himself noticing Amy more then he had in the past anyway. When he had left home she was fifteen, quite pudgy, and was just just starting to develop. Now she had lost all that baby fat and had a quite shapely figure. Her breasts were a firm C cup. She had let her blonde wavy hair grow halfway down her back.

  Amy had also realized that her dildo was sitting out, but also realized that doing anything about it now would only draw more attention to it. However, despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, it was nice to have her brother back. She realized she had missed him. Even though they had not been close for a long time, it seemed now that they were both older, they could relate again. Of course, he had become so worldly, at least in her eyes, having been on his own, traveling to foreign countries for over a year, and she was still in high school and had barely ever been out of state. Yet even she had matured, and not just physically. She had grown out of her baby ways, now a senior in high school. She was coming out of the timid shell she had been in, even if slowly. She finally felt she was good at something with her dance classes, giving her more self-confidence.

  Tom recovered himself, "It's still the same, we get up early, sit around waiting and they finally get up at like ten," Tom laughed, "I guess things never change." He patted her on the knee, then propped his own knees up folding his hands across them.

  Instead of going to college, Tom had decided to "see the world." Mom and dad would have preferred he had gone straight to college. While they did not try to stop him, they made it clear that if he was not going to college he was on my own financially. Tom had saved up a little money during high school. He had worked part time and got odd jobs after school and in the summers. He had always been pretty resourceful.

  After high school he went down to Mexico and then Central America, working now and then tutoring English, or even doing physical labor on small farms, but mostly traveling, getting to see out-of-the-way places, having adventures. Unlike his dreams, none of them turned out to be romantic, or even sexual, but still he had an exciting time, and grew up in many ways, learning to be on his own, earn his own living, and find his way around the world.

  Tom had always been kind of a do his own thing guy anyway. He got along with people easily, but was just as happy by himself. He did well enough in school, but was never part of a single clique. He played sports, and was considered one of the better soccer players, and was a starter on the basketball team, though not a star. He did well in classes, and the teachers liked him. While accepted among the "smart kids," he did not just hang out with them. He smoked pot regularly and even did some other drugs on occasion; but was not really a stoner or druggie either, not with all the sports, schoolwork, and after school jobs. He was kind of on the periphery of a lot of groups.

  Amy usually just had one or two close girl friends, but they changed every year or couple of years. Her current ones were away for vacation. She did well enough at school but had to work at it. Having been overweight and on the shy side, she was on the outside of the cliques.

  When they were little, Amy and Tom had been close. They shared a room until Amy was eight and Tom ten. They played together and shared everything, often talking at night about their feelings and their days' activities before falling asleep. Back then they didn't think anything of being naked, changing in front of each other. They had their own bathroom, and didn't bother to close the door or worry about using it together. However, by the time Tom was turning ten, he was starting to notice her nudity, even if she was a pudgy eight-year-old. He did not let on of course.

  However, his parents were thinking the same thing about them sharing a room at that age, having saved up enough to move to a newer larger house. They moved to a roomy three bedroom, two-and-a-half bath modern home in a suburban development. Tom started middle school, and they no longer had their bedtime chats. Amy got more into girl things as Tom got into boy things, and while they still had to share a bathroom, it was not at the same time.

  About a year and a half before Tom came home from his adventures, Amy took a dance class at school. She found she liked it, and soon got very involved in dance. She also started to pay attention to what she ate, as there was pressure to be in good shape. Within a few months she was going to dance class almost every afternoon, and often practicing on weekends too. She quickly lost weight, and her body toned up. And she also became aware of her body, learning to feel it, use it, be consciously in it. However, it was almost all girls in the dance classes, (and she suspected that most of the boys in dance were gay) and with being busy, not used to being pretty, and still naturally shy, she did not have any boyfriends or even dates.

  Amy and Tom sat in silence for a while, not sure what to say, each was thinking their own thoughts. While they were no longer close, over the last week with Tom home, they had been spending a lot of time together. Tom wasn't really interested in seeing his old friends, the few that might be in town, feeling like he had outgrown them. With Amy's friends away, she was glad of his company. She felt proud of him, looked up to him and how easy life seemed for him, how adventurous he was, how independent he was.

  "Want to go get some breakfast?" Tom asked.

  "I don't feel like getting out of bed yet."

  "Want me to leave?"

  "No, stay, I didn't mean it like that. It's nice having you around again, Tom."

  "Thanks. It's nice being here, a little weird after Central America. When we went to the mall last week, I was in major culture shock! But I'm getting used to it again. I'm thinking of staying around, getting a place, a part-time job and going to the community college. Don't tell mom and dad yet, I want to wait until I'm sure what I'm doing."

  "I can understand that" she says, and they sat a bit longer.

  "I have an idea, we can exchange our gifts now; I'll go and bring them up here," Tom blurted out.

  "You don't think mom and dad will be upset?"

  "It's our gifts, I mean, there are plenty of gifts left under that tree."

  He got up without another word and went to get the gifts.

  His parents had given Tom money to buy gifts from them for Amy. Their parents were a bit self-absorbed. They took their professional jobs seriously, and had stayed passionate about each other. But it seemed it left little attention for their kids. They did show them affection, and treated them well, but mostly just left them alone. It did not surprise Tom that they were glad to have him buy the gifts and not think about it. He figured Amy probably got the gifts for him from them, too. They did see she needed new clothes with all the weight she had lost, and her figure developing, and were quite generous. But Tom also bought her something with his own money.

  When at the mall, he had picked out a bunch of clothes from Macy's, including a new nightgown that would be from him. It was lightweight, red in color, full length, with a little white lace at the collar, sleeves and hem. It looked feminine without being sexy. He had them wrap the gifts while he went to do other shopping, making sure to tell them to mark the one with the gown.

  To
m returned with the two presents and sat back down.

  "You open first," she said.

  He sat with it on his lap. He pulled the paper off the box, knowing from the size, shape and weight that it had to be clothes. Opening it he saw a light cotton sweater.

  "Try it on," she suggested.

  Tom did so, getting up, pulling his tee shirt over his head, and I putting the sweater on. He faced her and asked, "What do you think?"

  "It looks great on you. It'd probably look better with pants on, though," she laughed.

  Tom sat back down blushing. He took it off again though, as both it was too warm in her room for it, and it looked goofy with him in just his boxers.

  "Alright open up yours, and you have to try it on too for me, since I tried on your gift" he joked back.

  "Sure," she said.

  She then carefully undid the wrapping on her present.

  As she opened it, she told Tom to turn around so she could put it on, which of course he did.

  "I was tired of seeing you in that old faded and worn night shirt," Tom chided her, as he heard her opening it.

  She seemed kind of quiet. Tom was surprised she did not say something, even if just to be nice. It was unlike her to not either say something gracious or at least make a joke of it.

  "Let me know when it's on," Tom said to break the silence.

  Amy at first just saw it was a bright red nightgown and was going to exclaim something nice, but then as she lifted it she saw it was quite racy. There was a separate thongN-she had never worn a thong beforeN-and the top a low cut bodice and thin spaghetti straps, the built in cups were mostly opaque and just barely covered her nipples, with the top being a transparent lace. The gown, cinched below the breasts was see through, hanging mid-thigh.

  She wasn't sure if she should really put it on. "You want me to try this on?"

  "Why not? I thought you needed a new nightgown?"

  "OkayE"

  She slipped off her panties and nightshirt, quietly slipping on the panties. While she did trim her pubic hair, still some showed out the sides of the very skimpy thong. Her pubic hair was a light and downy blonde, so she figured it probably looked okay anyway. She then put the gown over her head, feeling a little silly and embarrassed, but like she wanted to call him on his bluff.