“I’ve heard about those.” I exhaled sharply. “Holy shit, Meghan. Yeah, I might a little wary of going to another party too…”
“I should have known frat parties weren’t going to be my thing. It’s not like I was hanging out with people like that in high school—college is no different.” She sighed again.
“You need to hang out with me this weekend.” I gave her a slight nudge. “We can have fun without going to a frat party.”
“Sure.” Meghan lifted her shoulders for a slight shrug and nodded.
We walked into our first class and separated once we were inside the classroom. Meghan headed to the back row and I headed to the front. I paid attention to the professor, but my thoughts were elsewhere. If Greyson hadn’t laid down a new set of rules when he became my Daddy, I would have probably gone to a couple of parties—and I wouldn’t have had anything to test my drink with. It was a good reminder that the world wasn’t safe and having someone like Greyson in my life was a blessing.
Maybe I’ll be able to pay it forward and be a positive influence on Meghan instead of being the bad influence for a change.
Meghan had an apartment near campus that her parents were paying for. I agreed to meet her there later that evening and then we would hang out downtown. I was picturing window shopping when I suggested it, but she seemed to be more excited about the prospect of meeting someone famous. I wasn’t sure if celebrities just wandered the streets of Los Angeles on a Friday night, but it was kind of exciting to think about it.
After I was officially done with my first full week of college, I drove back to Greyson’s house and decided to go for a swim since he wasn’t home yet. He still wasn’t there when I got finished in the pool, so I decided to call home. I think my mother would have preferred if I called every day, but I had done a pretty good job of staying in touch. Shortly after I hung up with my mother, I heard the front door open, so I headed downstairs.
“Hey, guess what!” I practically bounced down the last few steps as I made it to the bottom of the stairs. “I’m going out tonight!”
“Hmm.” Greyson turned towards me and narrowed his eyes. “With who?”
“Meghan—I told you about her.” I nodded quickly. “We’re going to hang out for a little bit.”
“The girl that was looking for a party?” His face reflected a hint of concern.
“Yeah, but we’re not going to a party. I promise.” I leaned forward and nudged him. “You told me I should go out and have some fun.”
“I did.” He nodded the concern shifted to a slight smile. “Just remember to be home by eleven.”
“No words of wisdom or—warnings?” I tilted my head slightly.
“I trust you to make good decisions and stay out of trouble.” He shrugged. “You know the rules and what the consequences are.”
“I do…” I nodded in agreement. “I’ll see you tonight—don’t wait up!”
“I will be waiting up.” He narrowed his eyes and growled under his breath. “You better be home on time.”
“I’m teasing you. I will be home before eleven.” I laughed as I walked towards the garage door.
I was a little conflicted when I left Greyson’s house. I definitely planned on following the rules, but at the same time—it had been several days since I had gotten in any sort of trouble. Being spanked when I did something wrong wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it still had a strange effect on me. I liked it and hated it at the same time. I was doing my best to say on my side of the line Greyson put between us, but there was a lingering need that was never going to be satisfied if he was nothing more than my Daddy. Being over his knee might have been enough to bring me to tears when I was being punished, but there was still something about it that turned me on. The thought of coming home and finding myself over his knee for doing something wrong made me tingle.
I’m sure I’ll find myself in that position regardless—sooner or later. I probably shouldn’t push my luck…
“Okay, we’re definitely taking your Porsche.” Meghan smiled as we walked outside of her apartment. “Can I drive?”
“Uh—no.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m borrowing it from a friend.”
I guess that’s the best way to describe Greyson to someone I don’t know.
“I want friends that loan me expensive cars…” Meghan walked over to the passenger side door as I unlocked the car.
“It’s more of a family friend.” I slid behind the steering wheel and looked over at her. “He’s letting me stay with him while I go to school.”
“So you’re not rich?” She raised an eyebrow.
“No.” I laughed and shook my head. “I wish.”
I told Meghan about my life in Chicago as I drove us downtown. Her story was similar, but she didn’t lose her father when she was young like I did. She had a normal middle-class upbringing sprinkled with an average dose of teenage rebellion. Her parents were paying for her apartment and student loans were paying for her education. She decided to pursue a Sports Management degree because she wanted to be a Sports Analyst. It started as a hobby when she watched Baseball with her father, and she had actually written several articles that had been published before she even graduated from high school. I began to realize that she wasn’t just sitting on the back row because she was uninterested in our classes, she just learned things a lot easier than I did—her downfall was test anxiety—which is why she wasn’t able to land a scholarship.
“Wow.” Meghan leaned forward. “I’ve never seen so many stores that I recognize from movies in one place at the same time…”
“Where do you want to look first?” I looked over at her.
“All of them.” She raised her eyebrows and laughed.
I found a parking spot and we started checking out the stores. We did some window shopping, actually went inside a few of them, and put a lot of wear on the bottom of our tennis shoes. We didn’t see anyone famous, but there were plenty of false-sightings along the way. Meghan was absolutely certain she saw Brad Pitt, but after we followed the guy into a store, we realized that it wasn’t him. It really was a lot of fun. We grabbed dinner at a small cafe and kept checking out the stores until we were ready to stop staring at expensive things we couldn’t afford.
“This has been a lot of fun.” Meghan leaned over and nudged me as we walked back to the car. “Too bad we can’t go into one of those clubs and get a drink.”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I don’t really drink.”
“God, you’re such a goody-two-shoes.” Meghan giggled and opened the passenger side door. “You don’t smoke, you don’t drink—I bet you’re still a virgin.”
“Uh…” I looked down at the pavement.
“You are!? Oh my god.” Meghan rolled her eyes as she sat down in the passenger seat.
“Why is that a bad thing?” I slammed my door and looked over at her. “I just haven’t met anyone…”
That’s not entirely true, but the one I’d love to be with wants to keep a line between us.
“Okay, we did your version of fun this weekend. Next weekend—you’re coming out with me.” Meghan narrowed her eyes. “I’ll show you how to have some real fun.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that…” I shook my head back and forth. “That’s not my thing.”
“You’re in college! You’re supposed to live a little!” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, if we’re together, we can look out for each other.”
“Maybe…” I nodded.
There’s no way in hell Greyson would go for that.
I kept dodging Meghan’s insistence as I drove her home. I finally agreed that we could discuss it on Monday, but I didn’t make any promises. I glanced at the clock as I approached Greyson’s house. It was ten-thirty. I was going to make curfew with plenty of time to spare. As that realization hit me, I felt my foot pulling back from the accelerator. If I was late—I would definitely get punished. A spanking was almost guaranteed—and he might tell me that I cou
ldn’t go out with Meghan the next weekend. It would eliminate that temptation—and I would get a taste of what I was starting to crave.
Am I really going to intentionally miss curfew just so he will spank me?
I knew the answer to the question I asked myself even before I took a side road, circled the block, and kept driving as the clock ticked towards eleven. There was conflict, but my hesitation didn’t overpower my need. I had the same craving I had inside me when I wrote the letter. I knew what was going to happen when I walked through the front door—I knew I was going to be punished. Coming to terms with that when I rolled into the garage ten minutes past eleven didn’t stop my heart from beating hard in my chest—and I felt my legs tremble when I stepped out of the car.
“You’re late…” Greyson met me at the door.
“I—lost track of time.” I looked up at him as the lie spilled across my lips.
“Go upstairs and change into your pajamas. I’ll be up to have a talk with you shortly.” Greyson pointed at the stairs.
“Yes sir.” I nodded and sighed.
It really didn’t matter what I put on. They were coming down when I went over his knee. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time, but I had already made my choice. I changed into my pajamas and waited on the edge of the bed. My heart kept beating hard in my chest—my pulse kept racing—and both got faster when I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Daddy was coming to deal with me, and I knew what that meant. I just hoped I didn’t regret it when I felt the tears in my eyes.
“Are you going to tell me the truth now, or lie to me again?” Greyson walked into my room and pulled a chair over to the bed so he could sit down.
“What do you mean?” I looked up at him.
“I have a tracker on my Porsche.” He pulled out his phone. “I watched you drive around the block several times—and you were close enough to make it home before eleven.”
Oh shit…
“Um…” I stammered over my words.
“What were you doing?” He tilted his head slightly. “Tell me the truth.”
“I—I…” I felt a lump rising up in my throat. “I wanted to get in trouble…”
Now I feel like an idiot. Of course he has a tracker on the car—I didn’t even think about that.
“You wanted me to spank you?” He tilted his head in the opposite direction and it felt like his eyes were staring straight into my soul.
“Yes sir.” I exhaled sharply. “I—I can’t really explain it…”
“You’ve never had real discipline or rules that have consequences. I get that.” He nodded. “But, punishment is supposed to be something that deters you from making bad choices—not something that encourages them.”
“I know.” I sighed and looked down at the floor. “It does hurt when you spank me, but—the first one…”
“In the living room?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Yes sir.” I nodded. “It did something to me—and I know this is crossing the line you talked about. I’m sorry. I’m trying…”
“It’s hard for me too…” He sighed and I saw the conflict spread across his face.
“Then why fight it?” I lifted my head slowly. “You don’t have to just be my Daddy. I don’t care if there’s an age difference or if you were my father’s best friend—that was a long time ago. He’s not here anymore—but you are.”
Greyson stood to his feet. I saw the look on his face shift. It went from the face of a man who was fighting to control his desire, to one of a man who intended to take what he wanted. He walked to the bed with a purpose, pulled me to my feet, and crushed my lips beneath his. Fireworks went off in my head immediately. He forced my lips apart and started to ravage my mouth. I melted into his arms as they wrapped around me. He kissed me until my head was spinning and when our lips parted, we both gasped for air. It was nothing more than a brief pause—he kissed me again with even more ferocity and pushed me back against the bed. I sank down onto the mattress with his lips seared to mine the whole way. His lips pulled away and started kissing my neck as his hands explored my body.
“Oh god…” My back arched and I moaned when I felt my skin sizzle underneath his lips. “I want you.”
“Not tonight.” He leaned back and shook his head.
“What? Why not?” I blinked in surprise.
“We have some naughty behavior to address tonight.” A grin formed on the corner of his lips.
“Yes we do, Daddy.” I nodded and my hands moved to my pajama pants.
I wanted him—so freaking bad. I wanted him to keep kissing me—I wanted him to keep going until he claimed my innocence—but I had been a bad girl, and I needed to be punished. Greyson sat up on the bed and I had my pajama pants down before he pulled me across his knee. My panties were next—but he was the one who pulled those down. My pussy was wet and tingling. There was no way he didn’t see that. Being spanked always turned me on, but the previous ones had hurt enough to keep me from dripping with desire. I wasn’t sure he could spank me hard enough to make it stop after I felt his lips though—they had done something else to me entirely.
“Tell me why you’re going to get a spanking.” His voice was calmer—no real intensity behind it, and his fingertips traced my ass as he asked for my confession.
“I was a bad girl.” I squirmed on his knee. “I stayed out past curfew—on purpose.”
“Then you tried to lie about it when you got home, didn’t you?” His fingers slid along my inner thigh and the tickle sent a surge of excitement through my veins.
“Yes sir.” I nodded enthusiastically. “I was a really bad girl.”
I don’t think this spanking is going to hurt as much as the other ones—especially when I’m this turned on.
“And you know what happens to bad girls…” His hand pulled away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes sir…” I squirmed as his hand came down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You like being a bad girl.” He pulled one of my legs closer which forced them apart. “I see how wet you are.”
“I do…” I moaned and nodded.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I whimpered when I felt the sting, but the desire was still coursing through my veins.
“The spanking isn’t going to be your punishment tonight.” He slid his fingertips across the surface of my ass and then let them slide along my thighs again. “Because I know how much you like it.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“What…” I whimpered again. “What is my punishment going to be?”
“After I get you so turned on that you can’t stand it…” He lifted his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“…I’m going to leave you here to think about your bad behavior all night long.” He chuckled under his breath. “You will not touch yourself after I’m gone.”
“I don’t know if I can resist!” I squirmed on his knee and moaned.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You will—because your hands will be tied to the bed.” He teased me with his touch and then I felt the sting again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“That’s not fair!” I squealed and bounced on his knee.
“It’s very fair.” He chuckled again. “You need to be punished and since this isn’t working, I’ll find another way to make sure you regret your bad behavior.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Daddy!” I squealed a little louder. “You could—just spank me harder.”
“Another time perhaps.” He shifted me on his knee. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”
“Please!” I lifted my hips and searched for his hand.
Greyso
n scooped me into his arms and laid me in the middle of the bed. I couldn’t believe that he was serious—but he wasn’t kidding. He opened my closet, got one of my scarves, and used it to secure my hands to the top of the bed. The fabric was too thick for me to tear, and I certainly gave it a few tugs to see if it was possible after he was done. My ass was a little sore from being spanked and the sting was still there, but I was burning with so much desire that I barely noticed it. I couldn’t believe he was actually going to leave me tied to the bed and unable to take care of the problem myself.
“Please don’t do this…” I looked over at him as he walked to the door.
“Maybe I’ll untie you for breakfast if I feel like you’ve learned your lesson.” Greyson gave me a quick wink and turned off the light.
He’s really going to leave me tied to this damn bed for the whole night…
Sleep was impossible. My pussy was tingling with so much burning need that I thought I was going to die. I tried to rub my legs together—squirm—anything that would give me the pleasurable sensation I craved. None of it worked. All it did was make the frustration get more intense. I thought about screaming, but I wasn’t sure that would work out in my favor. He had already tied me to the bed—I didn’t want to spend the night with a gag in my mouth too. I wasn’t sure where things were between us—not exactly. The kiss set my soul on fire. The spanking was a lot more playful—which was exactly what I wanted. He could have taken my virginity if he wanted. I certainly wouldn’t have fought him if he tried.
Instead, I’m going to spend the night in misery because I need to cum so freaking bad.
It was nearly two hours before I finally relaxed, and the desire started to fade. I couldn’t get the thoughts of what he did out of my head, but I wasn’t simmering in my own lust anymore. The line was officially crossed for the second time. I hoped Greyson wouldn’t try to draw another one. That ship had sailed in my mind. I wasn’t going to be able to just call him Daddy—I needed more than that. I still needed guidance and I’m sure that I would screw up enough to get punished again at some point, but I needed to be the woman in his arms too. The look in his eyes right before he kissed me—I needed to see that every night.
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