Teach Me Daddy

by Isabella Starling

  I put one hand on her neck, keeping her down though she wasn’t struggling at all, and raised the ruler into the air with my other.

  “You’re going to have to be taught a lesson, Cora. That’s why I’m here, to teach you about right and wrong, good and bad. You’ll learn and remember this, won’t you, sweetheart?”

  She nodded way too fucking eagerly. I was about to lay down the first hit when I thought better of it. I let go of her for a moment, just long enough to rip the panties from around her legs, tearing the seams, and shoved them in her mouth.

  “That’s how you taste, little thing. That’s how fucking wet you are for me,” I told her as her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. “Keep it right where it is.”

  My hand went back to her neck and I spanked her. Once, twice, three times. Red marks appeared on her lily white ass and she jerked like a fish out of water every time, screaming into her panties. Her fingers clutched the edges of the table tightly, but she still didn’t fight against my hold. So I spanked her again. And again, and again. Every line that appeared on her skin marked her as mine, forever.

  When the tenth and final one hit her ass, her face was red with tears and she was sobbing into the panties. I pulled the underwear from her mouth and she gasped for air, looking at me with hurt eyes.

  “If you want, I’ll let you go right now. But that means I won’t ever teach you another lesson, Cora. It’s your choice,” I said, my heart thrumming a mile a minute in my chest as I let go of her neck.

  She didn’t budge. A few ragged breaths later, she shook her head, biting her lower lip.

  “No, Daddy. I did wrong, you need to punish me. Teach me, Daddy. Teach me, Daddy, please!”

  That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And exactly what she shouldn’t have said. She cursed us both with those words, and I found myself more than happy to go to hell with her.

  I dropped the ruler and stepped behind her. I yanked her backwards slightly, making her yelp, before I dropped down on my knees. Roughly, I spread her thighs and buried my face in her pussy from behind. My tongue darted to taste her wetness and the moan that followed from her was the sweetest thank you she could give me.

  I lost myself in her. My hands kept her thighs apart for me as I licked and sucked at her cunt, shoving my tongue into her slit time and time again. Every time my tongue ran over her, she shuddered and moaned, until she was little more than a writhing mess that I had to keep on the table with pure strength.

  “Oh my god, Daddy!” she squealed, her voice ragged. “I can’t take it.”

  “You’re going to have to,” I told her, pulling back from her pussy for just a moment. “Are you going to cum for Daddy? Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?

  “Yes, please, Daddy! Please let me cum!” she moaned, and it was music to my ears.

  I spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue down the length of her crack, gliding it over her asshole before moving down to her slit again. I sucked her clit into my mouth, shoving my face into her pussy and not caring about how I was getting smeared by her juices.

  She had done everything I’d asked of her, everything she could, and the lesson I wanted her to learn was that she was going to get everything and more that she ever wanted. I wanted to be the first man to make her cum. I wanted to be her first in every way.

  My stubble scratched at her lips but it only seemed to turn her on more. She began bucking her hips back into me with the rhythm of my tongue forcing into her slit and her moans turned into squeals. The bell rang just as she came, screaming her head off, the sound lost in the trample of feet outside the door. I held her in place as she rode the high of her orgasm, loving every whimper, buck and writhe.

  When she came down from the high, she collapsed on the flat surface of the desk, breathing heavily. I let go of her and stood up, straightening my tie and licking my lips. Casually, I picked up her shirt and jacket, and smoothed down her skirt over her ass.

  I wiped my mouth and face in her shirt and placed it in a pile with her jacket on the desk. Mine had fallen to the floor during our little… lecture.

  Peeling her off the desk carefully, I helped her stand and dressed her. I pulled the shirt over her head and then made her put on the jacket, guiding her arms in. Cora could barely stand, her thighs shaking and her knees wanting to buckle. I smoothed back her hair and wiped a glob of half-dried cum off her chin with my thumb, bringing it into her mouth without question, making us both moan.

  “Good girl,” I told her, laying a kiss on her forehead.

  She was my good girl. And I wasn’t sure if I could live without her anymore after that.

  Twenty

  Cora

  My ass was sore.

  I had no idea a spanking could hurt this bad. I winced every time I sat down, every time someone brushed against me in the hallway. But nonetheless, remembering how I'd gotten those marks made me smile, and I wore them with pride.

  I was so proud, in fact, I wanted to tell the world what my Daddy had done to me. But I knew I had to keep quiet, be a good girl for Maddox. I wasn't going to piss him off again, even though I craved his punishments. I knew that if anyone found out, it might be the end of us. I needed it to last, whatever 'it' was. It was keeping me sane.

  School had been going well for the past few days, and I made it home relatively fast after class. I hadn't seen Maddox that day, and I hadn't seen much of Alexander either. I avoided him as much as I could, keeping to myself and hoping he'd leave me be.

  So far, so good - he barely looked at me when I saw him at home, and he made no effort whatsoever to speak to me. He was probably freezing me out for being bad - not that I cared. I would've rather had him ignore me for the rest of my life than unleash his rage on me again.

  I was making myself some dinner when he came into the kitchen.

  "Poker night tonight, remember," he told me coolly, and I gave him a blank stare.

  I'd been living inside of my head and managed to completely forget about his weekly game. I nodded without saying a word.

  "Fix me up some dinner as well," he told me and disappeared from the room.

  My lips were set in a thin line as I prepared some roasted chicken breast and a side salad. I laid out two dinner plates on the table, dreading every moment I'd be forced to spend in Alexander's company. He came in a minute later, and we sat down to the most uncomfortable meal of my life.

  He kept staring at me while we ate, and I did my best to ignore him. I could feel his eyes on me though, watching me as careful as a hawk. But I had bigger problems.

  My ass hurt really bad every time I sat down, and I fidgeted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable spot. I just wanted this to be over so I could go upstairs and lie down in my plush pink bed. Maybe text Maddox, too... I'd been doing a lot of that lately. The thought alone made me blush with anticipation.

  "Why are you sitting like that?" Alexander barked at me, and I jumped at the sound of his voice.

  "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice soft and tentative. I didn't trust him. Not after what had happened in the bathroom the other day.

  "You're sitting weird, Cora," he bit out. "Are you really that stupid that I have to spell it the fuck out for you?"

  "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I'm just tired."

  I shifted uncomfortably again and tried to rush and eat up the rest of my salad. But I'd lost my appetite. I knew Alexander wouldn't let me leave until I finished my meal, and I toyed with the lettuce leaves on my plate, feeling his hot gaze on me.

  "You don't look fucking tired to me," he told me, and I blushed. "Tell me why you're sitting like that."

  "I don't know," I said. I sure as hell felt tired, with him questioning my every word like that. "Maybe my butt is a little sore from sitting down all day at school."

  I giggled, an innocent enough sound. Right away I worried I'd be in trouble again, and I looked at Alexander across the table fearfully. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but instead focusing on his meal.<
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  He looked pleased for some reason, but I knew better than to question him. He'd only snap at me again - I would have rather stayed quiet and let him be, if it meant he'd do the same thing for me.

  He glanced at me again, and I looked away.

  "Go up to your room," he ordered me, his voice surprisingly gentle this time around. "Be back to answer the door and let everyone in."

  "Okay." I got up from the chair so fast I nearly fell with it, and it made him stare me down again.

  "Don't be so fucking clumsy, Cora," he grumbled.

  "Okay, I'm sorry," I said, and then, before I could stop myself, another question slipped from my lips. "Who is coming to the poker night?"

  Alexander gave me a long look that felt too deep for comfort. I could swear he knew something, knew what was going on between Maddox and me. But then the moment was over and he just shrugged like nothing had happened.

  "The usual," he told me, his voice bored. And I knew that was the end of it, so I scrambled up to my room, my hands shaking as I closed the bedroom door behind me.

  I walked to my dressing table and combed through my hair. I didn't know if Maddox was coming for poker night, but I wanted to look pretty just in case. He'd been keeping his distance, making sure to never be caught talking to me.

  He never even replied to any of my texts, but I saw that he was reading them. And sometimes, in class, I would catch him staring at me, his eyes following my fingers holding a pen or focusing on my gaze. He wouldn't ignore me for too long, that was for sure.

  I busied myself by reading some of the material for class the next day when the doorbell rang. Alexander shouted at me from downstairs and I got up from my bed, smoothing down my clothes before going for the front door. Perhaps tonight was the night Maddox would touch me again...

  I practically skipped down the stairs and opened the door wide.

  My face fell when I saw who it was.

  "Hey, sweet cheeks," Randy grinned at me lewdly before shoving me aside to walk into the room. "Alex! I brought beer."

  Alexander rounded the corner and I did my best to hide my disappointment and become a part of the wallpaper. I sure as hell didn't want them to notice me. I just wanted to be invisible when Alexander's friends were over, especially Randy. He always acted so strange around me.

  "I'm just going to go upstairs," I said softly to no one in particular, and snuck up the stairs before Alexander could stop me.

  He was too involved with talking to his friend anyway, he didn't give a damn whether I stayed or left. Things were still tense between us, though, and I didn't need another opportunity to piss him off.

  For the next hour or so, I kept letting in people until there were six of them in total. I was just about to go back upstairs to my room after letting in the last person when Alexander called out my name. I didn't want to, but I crept into the kitchen anyway, lingering next to the doorframe.

  "Yes?" I asked, and six pairs of eyes turned to stare at me.

  I always felt so damn uncomfortable around them. Their eyes drinking me in, watching me as I fidgeted before coming inside.

  "Get us some beers," Alexander told me, clearing his throat. "You did put them in the cooler, right?"

  "Yeah," I replied softly.

  I knew better than to forget about that. The last time I did, he called me a stupid cunt in front of all his friends, sending me upstairs in tears. I really was too sensitive for my own good.

  I picked up six beers from the cooler, thankful that it was stored around the corner this time and I could hide from their hungry looks. I brought them back to the kitchen and gave each of the guys a bottle, standing next to the table uselessly.

  "Do you mind if I go upstairs now?" I asked. "I have some homework I really need to do."

  "Maybe if you ask nicely," Randy grunted, and everyone laughed.

  I fidgeted on the spot, unsure of what else to say. I just wanted to get away from them all, now that it was obvious Maddox wasn't coming. I was upset and disappointed he hadn't showed up, and I wanted to do some homework and go to bed early instead.

  "Well?" Alexander roared. "Are you gonna be a good fucking girl or not?"

  "May I please go upstairs?" I asked in my smallest voice, and the table roared with laughter.

  I felt the color draining from my cheeks and I just wanted to run off. But I knew I'd be in trouble if I just left like that. Alexander would've given me hell for it.

  "Ask nicer," he said in a deep voice, and I glared at him.

  Of course, I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted that word from my lips, meant for him, and I hated him for it. He was taking something from me that was supposed to be mine, and I hated the way he robbed me of the word I liked using so much with Maddox.

  "May I please go upstairs, daddy?" I asked softly, and once again, the table roared with laughter.

  "You've trained that bitch well," Randy said with a big grin.

  "Watch your fucking mouth," Alexander snapped. "Doesn't mean I won't fucking clock you if you talk shit. You remember last time."

  He shifted his attention back to me and his eyes drilled into mine.

  "Sit down," Alexander told me in a rumbling voice.

  "Where?" I looked around the table. Every spot was full, every chair taken.

  "Don't be dumb," he said. "On my fucking lap, where else, Cora?"

  I froze on the spot, and then my body moved of its own accord. I just wanted him to leave me alone, but I knew it wouldn't happen without me following his orders. I came closer, shuffling my feet across the floor and dreading every moment I had to spend doing this.

  I stopped in front of him and sat down on his lap awkwardly, my hands poised on the table. Randy led the rest of the men in making lewd remarks and I tried to block them out as best as I could. I felt Alexander's eyes on me, burning me with their intensity.

  I wanted to leave, I wanted to text Maddox and ask him to help me. But I resisted the urge and bit my tongue from making a smart-ass remark. That was fun with Maddox, but I knew the minute I slipped in front of Alexander, he'd punish me for it, and he wouldn't make it easy for me to handle.

  I watched them play their game, sitting uncomfortably on my stepfather's lap. After a few minutes, he placed his palm on my naked thigh, and I shivered under his touch. I tried my best to hide my body's inadvertent movement, but he noticed, his eyes drilling me. He was daring me to say something, but I was too fucking scared.

  I kept my mouth shut and let him do it.

  A couple minutes later, I felt the swell of his cock against my butt and I shifted right away, trying to pretend it wasn't there. But he caught me, placing his hand on my hips and making sure I stayed on the exact spot where he wanted me. His erection dug into my ass and I wanted to cry and throw up at the same time.

  But I couldn't move away. First, he'd humiliate me in front of all his friends. And then, he'd make sure I'd really pay for it.

  I was starting to realize just how afraid I was of Alexander Lockhart.

  Randy lost the game and gave me an angry look, saying, "It's not fair, Alex has a fucking helper. Why don't you let her sit on my lap for a bit, see if I win?"

  I wanted to die, but Alex laughed along with him and nudged me off his lap with his knee. As relieved as I was not to be close to his hard cock anymore, I knew what was coming next.

  "Go entertain Randy," Alexander told me roughly, and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting from foot to foot.

  "Come on, sweetheart," Randy leered at me. "Let's see how hard you can make my cock with that tight little ass."

  I bolted from the room before anyone could say a word. The sound of their laughter followed me all the way upstairs and into my room.

  Twenty-One

  Maddox

  The text came at an hour that any reasonable human being would have considered ‘too late’, but I hadn’t even considered going to sleep yet. It was partially because I barely slept these days anyway, and partially bec
ause I was debating with myself whether or not I should still show up at Alexander’s poker game.

  I had made myself a promise that I wouldn’t go. There was no way I could keep my attention on the game when Cora was so close, and as much as I appreciated her enthusiasm, I didn’t trust her or myself enough to keep us out of trouble. The last thing either of us needed was to get caught doing something markedly inappropriate in her home, while her father was in the next room.

  And yet, I still wanted to go. Just for the chance to be near her, if nothing else. There hadn’t been a moment since what happened Friday that I hadn’t been thinking about her, and I couldn’t wait for Monday to roll around so I could see her again.

  When my phone beeped by my side, I almost considered not checking it. It was hardly ever good news. When I saw the name ‘Little Girl’ flash over the screen, I sat up on the couch, frowning.

  ‘Can we meet? Please.’

  It was short, to the point. No sexy pictures, no roundabout questions. I was up on my feet, grabbing my leather jacket and shoving my shoes on before I even typed up a response.

  ‘9th Street park, the bench by the pond.’

  It was not too far from her house, with a well-lit path to it, and not a lot of people other than morning joggers and mothers with baby carriages out on their mid-morning walk frequented it. Definitely no one at nearly midnight on a Sunday.

  I grabbed my keys and was out the door not thirty seconds after getting her text. Keeping to the speed limit as I zipped through town was hard enough, and she didn’t make it any easier by failing to respond to my text.

  Was everything okay? Had something happened to her? Had her prick of a father raised his hand against her again?

  My grip tightened around the steering wheel and my nostrils flared, a frown that seemed to be carved into my face deepening further as I ran through the worst case scenarios. Cora had an uncanny ability of making me think the worst possible thing was about to happen to her.