Reckoning

by Fields, Sara

  “Last night, I gave you an instruction. Did you follow it, little girl?”

  “I…”

  “We were in adjacent hotel rooms, little girl.”

  “Daddy, I…”

  “Do we need to start our first night together as man and wife with a hard session with the wooden spoon?”

  “No, Daddy,” I whimpered.

  In less than a minute, he’d taken me from a proud wife to a naughty little girl in need of a session over Daddy’s knee.

  “Did you touch yourself last night, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I hung my head in shame knowing that I had deliberately disobeyed him.

  “We’re going to have to deal with that naughtiness together, won’t we?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I answered.

  “Your pleasure is mine to give, little girl. The last time you were naughty, Daddy punished your bottom hole with ginger, didn’t he?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, shifting from one foot to the other as he continued unbuttoning my dress.

  “There are other ways to punish that naughty hole, little girl.”

  I shuddered hard.

  “Tonight, Daddy is going to punish that innocent little hole with his cock.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew that no matter what I said, Daddy was going to take my anal virginity whether I liked it or not on our wedding night.

  “If you’re a good girl, Daddy just might make sure that you enjoy it,” he purred, and I shivered hotly with arousal.

  “Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” I asked.

  “Yes, little girl,” he answered. My breath caught in my throat just as my pussy fluttered with need.

  My heart pounded in my chest as his fingers traced along the bareness of my back. He’d finished unbuttoning my dress. Carefully, he lifted it up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but the matching blue heels and my brand new pristinely white wedding lingerie.

  “Little girl, you look so beautiful. I’m so proud to call you mine,” he murmured, and his strong and steady palms drifted up and down the sides of my arms.

  “Step out of your heels for me.”

  I did as he asked without hesitation and once my bare feet pressed against the floor, he gathered me in his arms and carried me all the way to his bedroom. He sat down on the bed and maneuvered me in between his thighs.

  “You belong to Daddy now, don’t you, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. I felt suddenly very self-conscious and shy at that moment, but as his eyes drew up and down my body, I also realized that I felt beautiful for him.

  “You made a vow to Daddy today. You promised to obey, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “When you’re naughty and ignore Daddy’s instructions, what needs to happen, little girl?” he pressed. His words were gentle and endlessly kind. I chewed at my lip anxiously, not knowing if I deserved that.

  “You need to punish me, Daddy,” I answered anxiously.

  “That’s right, sweet girl. Now ask me for it,” he murmured, and I lifted my eyes to his.

  “Will you punish me, Daddy?” I asked and my voice trembled with every syllable. His eyes lit up, glittering with pride and a love that only seemed to deepen with time.

  “Strip for me, little girl. Daddy will happily turn that pretty bottom bright red so that you remember to be obedient for him,” he coaxed.

  I shuddered hard with arousal as I tentatively reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. The silky material fell away from my body and my nipples pebbled into stiff little peaks once I saw that his gaze was on them. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my panties. With even more hesitation, I slowly lowered them down my hips. Once they fell down to the floor, he held his hand out expectantly.

  With a soft cry of shame, I knelt down, picked them up, and placed them in his waiting palm. He arranged them so that the seat was plainly visible, as was the wet spot my pussy had left behind.

  “You’re very wet for a little girl about to be spanked hard over her daddy’s knee,” he observed, and I blushed even harder as a single drop of my arousal dripped down my inner thigh.

  His eyes searched my face and I squirmed, unable to hide any of my shame under his intense scrutiny.

  “Lie over my knee, little girl,” he said firmly, and I slowly did as he asked. I felt so naked and bare and when my pussy pressed against his thigh, I balked and pushed back.

  “But I’ll get all over your pants,” I exclaimed, and he forcibly pressed me back into place.

  “That’s what dry cleaning is for, isn’t it, little girl,” he answered firmly. “Perhaps I’ll even tell the dry-cleaning attendant that I had to put my naughty wife over my knee for a hard spanking. Perhaps I’ll also tell her that it made you wet enough to leave a wet spot on my thigh.”

  I keened with embarrassment, knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate to do just that. If anything, he’d probably even take me with him when he did it.

  His hand brushed over my backside and I stiffened before his fingers slipped in between my thighs.

  “Daddy likes that you get this wet before you get a spanking. It makes him very hard,” he said as those same fingers circled around my needy clit. I couldn’t help myself as I ground back into him, wanting and needing to feel his touch with a sort of wild desperation that I could not even remotely hope to contain.

  “Daddy, please,” I murmured.

  “You took your pleasure last night without permission,” he began, and I stilled.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Do you think you’ve earned the right to come for Daddy again so soon?”

  “No, Daddy,” I sighed, and his hand drew away from between my thighs. My clit pulsed painfully with his denial as his fingertips grazed against the bareness of my bottom.

  “What needs to happen first?” he pressed gently.

  “You need to spank me, Daddy,” I breathed. I was practically trembling over his lap.

  “I do, don’t I?” he said and quickly maneuvered me so that his knee was between my thighs. His other leg pinned over the backs of mine.

  His palm cracked against my backside and his fingertips just brushed on the inner curve of my buttocks. He did it again and I was sure that he intended to punish the inside my cheeks along with the rest of my bottom.

  I didn’t expect him to start spanking me this hard. Once I realized that he fully intended to sear a message into my backside on our wedding night, I didn’t even try to keep quiet.

  He punished me firmly and before I could even stop myself, I was apologizing for touching myself against his instruction. I begged and pleaded with him to show me mercy even though I knew that he wouldn’t.

  It made me wetter just knowing that.

  That didn’t stop the spanking from hurting though. I twisted and turned as much as I could over his thigh, knowing without a doubt that my wetness would be visible all over it once he was done. I tried to take every smack gracefully, but it soon proved difficult because he was making sure that I felt his hard hand over every last inch of my backside.

  He even spread me open so that he could thoroughly punish between my cheeks.

  I groaned the loudest for those.

  He then spanked my thighs, making sure that they stung just as much as the rest of me, if not more.

  “Please, Daddy,” I cried out, having difficulty taking the spanking the longer it went on. His palm always seemed to grow harder and more punishing with every smack and this felt no different.

  “Do you decide when a punishment ends, little girl?”

  “No, Daddy,” I squeaked, and he smacked my thighs several times as I answered. I gasped and moaned over his knee and I unintentionally ground my clit against the firmness of his thigh.

  I sighed with pleasure at the same time that he spanked the fullest part of my right cheek.

  I rocked my hips again, whimpering with desire at this sudden revelation.

  “Naughty girl
… Are you trying to come during your spanking?” he asked, and the air rushed out of my lungs with a rush.

  “Daddy, I… Please,” I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. I felt him reaching for something and I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing, but it was already too late because there was something very hard and cool pressing against my bottom cheek.

  “I had thought I might need my wooden spoon tonight and it turns out I was right,” he said firmly, and I didn’t even have a chance to protest its use before it cracked against my bottom.

  He peppered my entire backside with it so swiftly and firmly that I was left crying out from the first strike. At once, my entire bottom felt like it was on fire. He made sure to smack every inch of my backside, from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. Then he parted my cheeks and thoroughly punished the very sensitive area in between them. When he was finally finished, I was close to tears and doing everything I could to hold them back.

  “Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Please,” I begged.

  “Will you take your pleasure without Daddy’s permission again?” he asked. He held the spoon firmly against my bottom and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to punish me with it further if I answered in a way that displeased him.

  “No, Daddy. I won’t touch myself without permission ever again. I’m so sorry,” I cried.

  His palm grazed over my stinging backside.

  “I’m happy to hear that, little girl. Now, crawl onto the bed on your hands and knees. Show Daddy how wet your little pussy is after your spanking,” he instructed, and my core fluttered with arousal.

  Would he let me come for him? Had I earned an orgasm now?

  He released his leg from the backs of mine, and I squirmed forward. I displayed myself as he asked, and I was rewarded with one of the most delicious groans I’d ever heard from him.

  “Now, reach back and spread yourself open for Daddy. Show Daddy your pretty little virgin hole. Ask Daddy to punish it next.”

  I cried out openly with fear. I was worried about this part. I was innocent. Daddy was the only one to touch me there and I feared having to take his cock there too.

  “It’s okay, little girl. Daddy will never give you more than you can take. You know that, don’t you, little girl?” he pressed.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.

  “Now do as you’re told, little girl.”

  Tentatively, I reached back and grasped my bare bottom. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, my skin hot to the touch. I gripped myself and cried out a little at how much it hurt to do so, but I forced myself to obey even though I was scared.

  I knew Daddy would take care of me no matter what.

  “There now. It makes Daddy so very hard to see you like this,” he purred, and I opened myself further. I was ashamed to be doing something so dirty, but it was making me wet because he liked it too.

  He approached me and a slick cool gel poured over my bottom.

  “You were naughty, little girl, but since this is your very first time, Daddy is going to help prepare you.”

  A single wet finger pressed against my bottom hole and I clenched hard, fighting back against it even though I knew it would stop nothing. His punishing digit pushed hard and breached my tight ring and I keened from the burning sensation.

  Then he added a second finger and I cried out.

  That hurt a whole lot more. I struggled to take it and my fingers clenched tighter. I wanted to let go and crawl away, but he cleared his throat and I stilled.

  “Keep that little bottom open for me,” he demanded.

  I keened, suffering under the initial agony that taking two fingers in my bottom forced over me. One of his hands slipped under my hips and held me up.

  “Let go of your bottom now, little girl. Hands on the bed,” he instructed. I rushed to obey him as he thrust those two fingers in and out of my bottom. The more he worked them inside me, the more the pain began to ebb away and then it started to feel good.

  Really good.

  I pressed my palms against the bed and then he added a third. I wasn’t ready for that.

  I wailed as the pain flared back at once. My entire body stiffened as I struggled through the burning sensation that flew up and down my spine over and over again. When it finally began to ebb away, I was breathless, and my fingers were clutching so firmly at the sheets beneath me that my knuckles had gone white.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered and all at once, the warm embrace of those words surrounded me.

  “Daddy,” I begged, and he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me.

  The hand that held my hip slipped down between my legs and just brushed my clit. I shuddered hard with pleasure.

  “How does that feel, little girl?”

  “I… I like it, Daddy,” I whispered, and he increased the pressure on my clit just a little bit.

  “Daddy knew you would, little girl, but he also knows that you’re going to enjoy taking his cock here even more,” he said, and my pussy tightened hard.

  He removed his fingers from my bottom hole and I instantly disliked how empty I felt without them. I didn’t have to wait long though because the blazing hot head of his cock pressed up against it soon after that.

  I stilled, nervous, aroused, and needier than I’d ever felt before in my life. My clit pulsed greedily, and my pussy fluttered even harder. I knew that he wasn’t going to take me there and knowing that made me want it all the more.

  “It’s very special to me knowing that I’m going to be the first to take this little virgin hole,” he said darkly, and my arousal spiked even more intensely than before.

  “Daddy, please,” I implored.

  “This is still going to hurt, little girl, but then you’re going to come with Daddy deep inside you here,” he instructed, and I felt like I was balancing on the edge of a cliff.

  “Daddy,” I pled just as he began pushing into me.

  He had stretched me wide with his fingers, but that was nothing compared to the thickness of his cock. I writhed beneath him as my body struggled to take a man of his girth.

  “That’s it, little girl. Take Daddy deep in your little bottom,” he urged, and he reached around my waist once more to find my clit. Once he started teasing that too, I was able to relax just enough so that the head of his cock finally popped fully inside my bottom.

  My bottom hole tightened around his cock and I almost felt like my body was clutching at his length, begging him to push all the way inside and then he did exactly that.

  I breathed out as he thrust into me and when his pelvis pressed up against my sore bottom, I almost cried out in relief.

  I’d done it. I’d taken Daddy all the way inside my ass.

  “You’ve got the tightest bottom hole, my little girl,” he mused, and he pulled out just enough before he pressed back in.

  It still ached, but it no longer felt like searing agony and once he did it for a second and third time, I began to enjoy it.

  “Daddy,” I wailed, no longer even remotely trying to hide my shame.

  “Daddy is going to especially enjoy punishing it,” he murmured, and I tensed right before he thrust into me hard. A fresh wave of pain poured over me and then he started using my asshole far more roughly than I anticipated. He never stopped teasing my clit and even though he was taking me hard, I felt myself edging toward the enticing oblivion of pleasurable bliss.

  The longer it went on, the more I came to realize that my orgasm was inevitable.

  “Oh, please,” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop? Did I want it harder so that my release would be that much greater?

  My hips rose unconsciously to meet his. I took him more deeply because of it. His pelvis smacked against my freshly punished bottom, reigniting the sting and making me all the more aroused. It felt like there was a fire blazing just beneath my skin and it was only a matter of time before it burned me alive.

  “You’re going t
o come for Daddy,” he coaxed.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.

  “You’re going to come hard with Daddy inside this tight little hole, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped.

  “You will wait to come until I give you permission, won’t you, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  My entire body was ablaze and even my eyes were beginning to roll back in my head. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I didn’t want to be a bad girl. I didn’t want to be naughty. I wanted to be his good girl and come hard for him.

  “Please, Daddy. Please. I’m sorry I was naughty. I can’t. It’s too much. Please let me come, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I need you!”

  “You do need Daddy, don’t you, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “Come for Daddy, little girl. Come hard for me.”

  My entire world exploded into a brilliant fiery display of pleasure, pain, and the blissful chasm that lay in between. I came hard in a series of orgasms so hard that I lost sight of all reason. I screamed. I wailed. I cried and I came over and over again while he fucked my bottom as hard as he pleased.

  I came hardest of all because it was at that moment that I realized that I truly belonged to Daddy.

  I stared down at my left hand, into the bright glimmer of the massive diamond he’d insisted on buying me. It wasn’t just a ring though.

  It was Daddy’s ring and it meant that I was his.

  As his bride.

  As his wife.

  And as his little girl.

  Forever.

  The End

  Afterword

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