SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes sir!” I nodded and winced.
The spanking did sting while it was being delivered, and there was a lingering burn after his hand finally stopped falling, but it wasn’t particularly hard. I assumed that a guy with mountains-for-muscles like him could have given me a spanking that made me scream. Once his hand stopped falling, I noticed that the spanking had made my pussy a lot wetter than it was before he started. I could feel my lust along my inner thighs—undoubtedly a result of my squirming mixed with a few involuntary kicks that the spanking caused.
“Do you feel like you’ve been properly punished now?” Everette moved his finger along the curve of my ass and came dangerously close to touching the wetness between my thighs.
“Yes.” I whimpered and squeezed my legs shut.
“Good.” He lifted me up until my feet hit the floor. “I meant what I said—if you don’t behave, I will make a trip to Arizona and give you another spanking.”
“Does that mean you’re going to keep being my Daddy?” I bit down on my bottom lip.
“When you need me to be.” Everette nodded and put his hand under my chin. “Or when you have something to confess…”
Everette pulled me into his arms, and I let my head rest against his shoulder. The spanking left me feeling emotional, but it also turned me on in a way that I didn’t expect. I could feel that primal need gnawing inside me. The thought of having Everette as my Daddy certainly made the feeling more intense. He wasn’t quite old enough to actually be my father, but damn if he didn’t look like the hottest Daddy ever. I could be a good girl for him—or a naughty girl—whichever one he wanted. The raw primal need just couldn’t be ignored. It was a hunger that was going to start eating me alive. I wasn’t just ready to lose my virginity, I wanted it so bad that I couldn’t stand waiting to see if he was going to initiate something—just like our first kiss, I was going to show him exactly what I wanted.
“I want to do something for you, Daddy.” I pressed my lips to his neck and moved them to his ear. “To show you that I can be a very good girl—when I’m down on my knees.”
“Oh fuck…” He exhaled sharply, and I felt him shudder.
“Not yet.” I pressed my lips to his ear. “Maybe when I’m done.”
Everette seemed to be practically speechless when I pulled back from his embrace and dropped to my knees. I moved my hands along his thighs until they reached the top of his pants, and then I started to unbuckle them. I could see the outline of his cock against the fabric—throbbing—like a beast that was begging to be released from the cage it was trapped in. As soon as his belt was unbuckled, I unfastened his pants, and he lifted up so that I could remove them. His boxer shorts were next, and when I pulled them down far enough for his cock to fall over the top of them, I was quite amazed by the size. I noticed he was well-endowed when I was spying on him, but his dick was a lot bigger once it was fully engorged with his lust.
“I can be a good girl.” I pressed my lips to the bottom of his shaft and kissed my way to the top. “I promise…”
“I believe you.” The firmness left his voice and his stupidly-sexy smile returned. “But I’m going to enjoy having you prove it.”
I opened my mouth and started pulling the head of his cock across my lips. My jaw stretched a little wider than I was comfortable with, but I managed to wrap my lips around his girth. I kept eye-contact with Everette as his length started to slide into my mouth. My tongue massaged the bottom, and I felt him throb. I went as far as I could before I was forced to break eye contact, and then I focused on using some of my saliva to lubricate his shaft so I could easily move up-and-down his length. I heard him begin to moan with a couple of groans mixed in once I got a little speed. I pulled him deep into my throat until he crashed into the back of it, and then repeated the motion.
“Good girls swallow every inch of Daddy’s cock—right before they swallow his cum.” Everette put his hand on the back of my head and let out a gasp.
My lips moved down Everette’s shaft, but every time he hit the back of my throat, I felt resistance. I tried swallowing, but that didn’t work—it just made me gag. He didn’t seem to be complaining about what I was doing, but I wanted to do it the right way. I finally moved down his shaft with purpose, relaxed my throat, and swallowed once he went past the barrier that was trying to resist him. His entire length went deep into my throat, and my lips pressed against his balls. Everette squeezed his hand on the back of my head and kept me there until I was gagging, then he let me start moving my lips along the entirety of his shaft. After figuring out how to do it, I was able to take every inch when I descended—and pull my lips all the way to the shaft before I swallowed him again.
“There you go.” He exhaled sharply and groaned with pleasure. “Now you’re being a very good girl—and you’re going to have a reward to swallow once you earn it.”
All I could do was keep moving my lips while his cock throbbed against my tongue. I tried to move them faster, but he was keeping my speed throttled with his hand on the back of my head. He wanted it nice and slow—like he was savoring my lips as long as possible before he erupted in my mouth. I was on my knees so long that they started to ache, and my jaw felt like it would cramp. Just when I thought I was going to have to push his hand away and take a break, I tasted something salty on my tongue and heard Everette growl under his breath. He was close—really close. I tried to pick up the pace, and his grip on the back of my head relaxed.
“Oh god…” His body started to shake.
I easily took the entirety of Everette’s length when his hand fell away from my head. I moved my lips as fast as I could while the throbbing turned into rapid pulsations. A grunt—a groan—and then his abdominal muscles tightened, and he rolled forward. I felt the cum surging through his shaft before the thick seed erupted from the head of his dick. I immediately started to swallow—doing everything I could to get it down before I choked. It took some effort, but I managed to avoid gagging—much. I kept my lips and tongue moving until every drop was drained from his balls and leaned back until our eyes met.
“Did I do a good job for you, Daddy.” I licked a trickle of cum off my lips.
“Yes.” He cupped my face with his hand. “So good that I’m going to give you a reward now.”
Everette pulled me up from the floor and his finger immediately moved to my clit. I nearly collapsed into his arms when the intense feeling of pleasure swept through my veins. I was so turned on that it felt like he had found the fuse that would make my clit explode. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulder as he kept moving his finger in quick circles around my tight bundle of nerves. It was different than when I did it myself. He didn’t try to slow down the pleasure when it got too strong or adjust to find the right spot. It was just hard, fast, and filled me with so much bliss I thought I would pass out before I got to come. The pressure built until it nearly doubled me over.
“That feels good…” I dug my nails in tighter. “Please don’t stop, Daddy.”
“Come for me.” Everette moved his other hand to my ass and gave me a few quick smacks. “Show me how much you like it.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” My head rolled back, and the pressure released.
My body started to jerk, and I clung to Everette for dear life. My knees went out and buckled, but I didn’t want to sink to the floor and miss a single second of the intense pleasure his finger was bringing me, so I just used him for support. There was no quick burst like I normally got when I masturbated. It surged upward, peaked, and then the orgasm just tore through my body before I started to come crashing down. I fell against Everette—literally crashing into him as my muscles went weak, and I could no longer keep myself balanced. Everette shifted on the bed and pulled me into his powerful arms. I let my head rest against his shoulder, and the afterglow left me with a sense of tranquility. I was happy, content, and exactly where I belonged—in the arms of a man who
wanted to be called Daddy.
I think I’m going to like it…
Chapter Seven
Everette
The next morning
I didn’t expect Holly to bring my dominant side to the surface. It had been so long since that side of me had been let out of the cage that I wasn’t even sure it still existed. I thought it had just been replaced with compassion, caring, and all of the other traits people expected in a doctor. When I first started medical school, they said my personality would make my chosen career path difficult. I was too aggressive, told people what I thought, and generally didn’t have the respect that four years of medical school gave me. A brief relationship when I started my residency pulled the dominance out of me one final time, but it sputtered out when my career got put in front of my personal life—just like always.
I didn’t let my analytical brain take over last night. I shut it off and just did what felt right.
My first reaction to seeing the text message from Holly’s friend was to feel slighted and question if our budding relationship was going to fall apart on the spot—then I saw the remorse in her eyes—a lingering need for something else. I let my dominant side come out, and it brought us to the brink of something truly amazing. Her parents weren’t bad people by any means. They were actually quite nice and cared about their daughter, but she had reached the point in her life where she needed a firm-handed man who could bring the kind of discipline that only a Daddy could deliver. I recognized that need the moment her eyes flickered when I said she needed to be punished. It was a submissive side that was hidden deep below the surface—much deeper than my dominant personality—but when they connected on a spiritual level, it was the true personification of perfection. We were meant for each other.
Living in the moment is exactly what I’ve been missing in my life, and Holly makes it so damn easy.
I woke up early, and Holly was still sleeping. Her gorgeous curves were so fucking tempting with the light peeking in through the curtain and creating a halo around them. I wanted more than her lips, and I was going to have it, but there was no reason to rush. She hadn’t admitted it yet, but I was pretty sure she was a virgin. She had experimented a little bit, but the way she focused on that made it sound like it was the only experience she had. She was timid and shy when she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her perfect body. She got a little bit of confidence once she saw how my eyes worshiped every inch of her, but she still proceeded with caution. She was eager to please, but her inexperience still showed. I had learned to be patient—and if we were truly meant for each other, then it would be even sweeter when she was ready to give me her innocence.
“We should probably get a move on it soon.” I gave Holly a gentle nudge and kissed her forehead.
“Oh wow…” She slowly opened her eyes. “I haven’t slept like that in years.”
“I’d gladly pay for another day, just to stay here with you, but I don’t think we should…” I kissed her forehead again. “You need to get moved into your dorm room.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “We should be okay—if traffic isn’t an issue.”
“Hopefully not. We can take turns driving if we need to.” I nodded.
“That might make things go faster.” She sat up and looked around the room. “I tend to run out of steam on long drives, and my car doesn’t have cruise control.”
We decided to save time by showering together, which really wasn’t that much of a time saver at all—because I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I massaged her clit while she stroked my cock until we both climaxed—one for the road, as she put it. I wasn’t sure if we were going to have much privacy when we got to her dorm, but I planned to get another hotel room once we arrived. The main thing we had to do was get her moved in. After that, we would have a few days to explore our relationship a little more—possibly even go on a couple of dates before I had to return to Los Angeles. It was the longest vacation I had ever taken, but it didn’t feel like nearly long enough. I was getting hooked on Holly in a way that had never happened to me before—in a way that I didn’t realize was possible for someone I had just met.
“Okay, are you ready to roll?” I looked over at Holly.
“Yeah, I think so. Let me call my parents, so they know what is going on.” She picked up her cell phone.
“I’ll get the car started. I’ll drive first if you want.” I took the keys from her hand.
“Sounds good, thank you.” She smiled and hit the button to dial her parents.
We stopped for a quick breakfast from a fast food place. It wasn’t my favorite, but it would save time. The coffee was a little better than what I had at the hotel, and Holly was able to get a soda. Once we made it back to the interstate, traffic moved at a pretty good pace. We passed the spot where the 18-wheeler jackknifed the day before, and it looked like there had been a fire on top of the chemical spill. It was a damn good thing we decided to get a room, because we would have been sitting there for hours, and would have needed to stop at some point regardless. Holly sent a few text messages to her friend, and after the third exchange, I had a little bit of concern.
“Your friend is driving, right?” I growled under my breath.
“Yeah.” She nodded quickly and kept tapping away on her phone.
“You really shouldn’t text her—at least wait until she’s stopped.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she sighed. “Okay.”
“You don’t do that, right?” I narrowed my eyes. “Texting and driving?”
“Um…” She looked down and grimaced. “Rarely?”
“It’s dangerous. The severity of accidents has gone up significantly in the last ten years because of it—there were plenty of patients we could have saved in the ER if the other driver had just been paying attention.” I felt my jaw tighten up.
“That sounds like something a doctor and a Daddy would say…” She looked down at her phone. “Okay, I won’t do it again.”
“Thank you.” I looked over at her for a second and smiled but kept one eye on the road.
Holly started asking a few questions about the whole Daddy thing. I wondered when she would finally bring it up. She didn’t seem to have any concerns with it the previous night when we were together but were trapped in the heat of the moment. After a little coaxing she admitted that it turned her on, and while she didn’t particularly enjoy the spanking, she couldn’t deny that it heightened the excitement. She definitely liked my dominant side and thought it blended well with our relationship due to the age difference. It added a little danger to things—and I got the impression she liked flirting with it. We worked out a safe word, and a few rules to keep things within the boundaries that made things comfortable for both of us. Before we knew it, hours had passed, and the scenery had changed to a desert.
“Were you serious about getting a hotel tonight?” Holly looked over at me.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I doubt they’re going to let me crash in your dorm room—even if you do have a private one.”
“They do have some rules about having guests…” She looked down and nodded.
“Why do you ask?” I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“All of this talk…” She grinned. “It’s kind of a turn-on…”
“Is that so?” I chuckled under my breath. “Well are you going to be a good girl for your Daddy tonight—or a bad girl?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned.
That devious flicker in her eye is answering that question for me—she might not have particularly enjoyed the spanking, but she’s aching to be across my knee again.
Chapter Eight
Holly
We arrived in Arizona, and after filling out some paperwork at the front office, I got the key to my dorm. The Resident Assistant for my dorm on the private hall was a guy named Dave who looked like he had been a student for at least twice as long as he should hav
e been—or started really late. He also appeared to be rather nonchalant and smelled like weed, so I doubted I would have many issues with him. Everette and I moved my boxes into the dorm and unpacked a few of them. It was late, and we were both hungry, so we decided to walk to what was supposed to be a cafe called Gavin’s Arizona Grub near the dorm. Dave said they had good food—but I had my doubts when I saw that it basically looked like a dive and more of a bar than a cafe.
“I’m pretty sure the guys at that table aren’t old enough to have a pitcher of beer.” I laughed and motioned to a group that appeared to be having a chugging contest.
“That’s probably why Dave likes it so much—maybe the food will be good.” Everette shrugged and led me to a booth in the corner.
“Everything is fried…” I scanned the menu. “That’s promising.”
“They managed to fry a salad.” Everette blinked in surprise. “The only one on the menu is topped with a chopped up chicken tender and served with toast—the doctors in the cardiology wing at the hospital wouldn’t even let their patients walk through the door of this place.”
I decided to get a chicken sandwich, fried, since that was the only option on the menu, and a side of fries. Everette seemed to have developed a morbid fascination with the only salad they offered, so he ordered it. I mainly just wanted to eat because it was necessary—my thoughts were already on the night that we were going to have. I wasn’t lying to him when I said talking about it in the car turned me on—I felt like I was literally on the edge of an orgasm before we got to my dorm room, and my panties hadn’t even left my hips.
“Hopefully the food is actually fried when we order it and isn’t just sitting in the back somewhere…” I looked around nervously. “Judging by the way this place looks, it could go either way.”
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