Teach Me Daddy

by Isabella Starling

As soon as I said that, she bent forward, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist and sucking my fingers into her mouth while keeping eye contact. I groaned as her pink tongue darted out and she lapped up her juices, moaning into my fingers and shoving them so far into her mouth that I felt the back of her throat, and the way she immediately gagged when I did that.

  “On your knees,” I commanded, and she dropped like a rock. “Unbuckle me. Suck me. Show Daddy how fucking sorry you are.”

  She giggled, the insolent little brat, her fingers flying across my belt buckle and zipper. She pulled down my boxers and both her hands went around my shaft, her fingers barely touching.

  “Daddy, you’re so big,” she purred, licking her lips.

  Filthy little minx.

  “No talk, you dirty little tease,” I grunted, grabbing her by the hair and shoving my cock in her mouth.

  I didn’t give her time to get used to it, slamming her down on my rigid length immediately so it went down her throat. She gagged, making that beautiful sound that I loved. Bracing herself on my thighs with her hands, she looked up at me as I started grinding my hips into her, filling her completely with my thick cock.

  Saliva started dribbling down the corners of her mouth immediately and I saw those tears that had been there the last time too, her eyes glazing over. When I let my grip loosen, she didn’t change a thing. I could sit back as she kept ramming my cock down her throat, sputtering and gagging, but sucking me off just like I’d told her to.

  “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” I gasped, gripping the armrests of my chair tighter because my balls were so fucking heavy with the seed I wanted to spill in her.

  Keeping myself in check was a Herculean effort.

  “That’s it, little thing, show Daddy how much you want him to be happy with you,” I groaned, lost in the moment.

  It was at that very moment that a knock sounded on the door. Both Cora and I froze, my cock still two-thirds of the way down her throat.

  “Shit,” I muttered. “Under the desk, quick.”

  Cora backed into the darkness underneath my desk and I rolled my chair in front of it, my dick still out and in the mouth of a barely legal fucking student. I didn’t have time to even invite the person in, the door knob twisted and the door was opened.

  “Maddox, so glad I caught you,” Meredith said, stepping in.

  She swept back her long auburn hair, having taken off her frumpy cardigan and now showing off a white tank top that was cut just a little too low to accentuate her generous tits. She was an attractive woman by any man’s opinion, but I honestly couldn’t see her as more than a fucking nuisance at the moment.

  “Meredith. What can I do to help you?” I asked, my voice strained.

  Cora was staying still, but she still hadn’t taken her lips off from around my cock. And I throbbed in her mouth, the thrill of almost getting caught fucking turning me on.

  “Oh, I just wanted to thank you for helping with Cora Lockhart,” she cooed, putting her things on Cora’s desk and then sitting on mine.

  I noticed she was wearing a pencil skirt, and heels way too high for a high school environment. I got the feeling that she’d changed before coming to see me.

  “It’s so nice of you to come to the aid of a student like that,” she continued, reaching out and rubbing my arm up and down. “Oh my god, teacher-teacher, someone’s been working out,” she laughed.

  And that’s when Cora decided to go for it again. I felt her nails digging into my leg as she started bobbing up and down on me again, blowing me hard. I hid my groan by clearing my throat, nodding stiffly to Meredith while my hands gripped the armrests harder. My knuckles were turning white.

  “No problem. Anything I can do to help, you know?” I said, knowing full well that Meredith was hitting on me, and being incapable of doing anything about it right now.

  “Well, I just wanted to come around and personally thank you,” Meredith continued, letting out a small sigh and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “And… you know, if there’s ever anything I can do to help you, just let me know. I know you’re new in town and it can be so hard to find the… the right people. So just, anything you need, you hear me?”

  I nodded mutely, my balls clenching as Cora got sloppy with me, saliva running down my shaft as she worked me with both her mouth and her hands now. I was so close to blowing my load that I almost lost my ability to talk.

  “So I’ll give you this,” Meredith said, scribbling her number on a pad of paper on my desk, “and you have to promise you will call, okay? I’m free most evenings…”

  “Okay, Meredith. Thanks,” I gritted out, with Cora twirling her tongue over the head of my cock at the same time.

  Meredith looked disappointed that I hadn’t been more eager as she got up, but it was all I could do to keep my fucking composure.

  “Well, okay, that’s what I came to say.” She gathered her things and moved toward the door. “Do you want this open or closed?” she asked.

  I hesitated for a moment, but only because my tongue didn’t fucking function. Cora, my sweet little angel, had turned into a fucking bratty terror at the drop of a hat, and I certainly hadn’t been ready for that.

  “Closed,” I croaked.

  “Alright. Have a good night, Maddox,” Meredith purred, giving me a little wave.

  The moment the door closed behind her, I rolled back with the chair and grabbed Cora by the hair.

  “You little fucking brat,” I hissed, pumping my hips at her a couple of times in rapid succession, making her gag again as my cock filled her up.

  I spilled my load in her throat, making her sputter and cough up some of it again. She barely pulled away as I let go of her, choosing to lap at my cock and the last drips of cum as she glowered up at me.

  My breath came in ragged heaves. I couldn’t believe Cora had done that, been so brazen, just because she’d gotten jealous. My little toy was showing me her teeth and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Was that something a good girl is supposed to do?” I demanded, gingerly tucking my cock in my boxers.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said insolently, sticking her chin out.

  It still had cum on it.

  I could barely hide my grin.

  “You’re just begging to get punished, sweetheart,” I told her, my voice low and dark.

  Her eyes lit up like I’d just promised Christmas. This girl would fucking end me, there was no doubt.

  “Go lock the door,” I told her tersely. “Daddy needs to teach you some manners.”

  Twenty-Four

  Cora

  I got up from my knees and sashayed toward the door, making sure my ass was bouncing as I walked. A big smile was playing on my lips and I felt deliciously naughty, so dirty and so fucking good. And it was all because of him, my Daddy.

  I flicked the lock on the door and turned around slowly to walk back toward Maddox, but my breath left my mouth in a quick gasp when I noticed him standing right in front of me.

  "What..." I asked, but he covered my mouth with his hand so fast I didn't even have time to catch a breath. His other arm clasped my hands behind my back, holding them tightly at the wrists. I struggled against him but there was no point, he wasn't letting go of me.

  "Now listen to me very carefully, little thing," he told me sternly.

  My eyes went wide and I stopped struggling for a second while he glared at me.

  "Good girls get their brains fucked out, but bad girls get punished. Is that clear to you?"

  I just stared at him and he let go of my mouth, slapping my cheek gently. Before the shriek that tore itself from my lips could be heard, he covered my mouth with his big hand again and looked at me expectantly.

  "You fucking answer me when I'm talking to you, Cora," he said roughly. He'd tucked his cock back in his pants, but I could feel the familiar bulge against my hip.

  I nodded, unable to do much more. He still had a hand over my mouth and I couldn't get a single word o
ut.

  "I'm going to let go of you now," he told me. "And you're not going to make a sound unless you want to be in a world of trouble."

  I nodded again and slowly, his hand slipped away from my mouth and he let my wrists go.

  "Take my belt off," he ordered simply.

  My heart was pounding so hard it was practically in my throat. I reached down and unbuckled the belt, the sound of the metal buckle loud and scary in Maddox's classroom. Slowly, I pulled it out of the loops on his pants while he watched me do it without saying a single word.

  I held the black leather belt in my hands, the silver buckle cool against my skin. I was shivering, though I barely noticed what my body was doing.

  "On your knees," Maddox told me, and I dropped like a stone, my knees crashing against the wood floors. He walked away from me, back to his desk, and sat down at it, patting his knee. "Come to me, little thing. Crawl to Daddy."

  "W-where do I put the belt?" I asked him, my voice shaky and soft.

  "Where it's supposed to go," he said, sweet and indulgent this time around.

  I hesitated before folding the belt and placing it in my mouth. I bit down on the heavy leather and crawled toward him slowly, swaying my ass from side to side as I did so. I was still in my school uniform, but my blouse was askew by then and my skirt rode up, exposing the creamy white of my butt.

  "That's a good girl," Maddox groaned, his hand resting on his thigh, his fingers gently brushing against his cock. "Come to Daddy, little thing, come on. Slow, just like that. That's right."

  I reached him, placing my hands on his knees and standing up on my own to hand him the belt. He smiled at me, like he was proud of me or something. Then, he caressed the red waves of my hair and gently took the belt from my lips. I opened my mouth willingly and let him take it from me, even though I knew what would follow.

  "How do you think you're being punished today, little thing?" Maddox asked me, and I looked away. He took my chin in his hand and made me look back up at him. "Answer me, Cora."

  "I-I don't know..." I answered timidly.

  "Come on," he said. "I know you can do better than that."

  That familiar spark woke up inside me, the one I always felt when he was teasing me like this. He wanted me to be a little bit naughty? I was going to show him just how good I could be at it.

  "Are you going to spank me?" I asked, fluttering my lashes. "Your belt on my ass, Daddy?"

  "Yes," he grunted. "Of course I am. What else, little thing? Tell me how Daddy should punish his little girl for misbehaving."

  "You're going to hurt me," I told him, getting into it now. "You're going to turn my ass blue, right, Daddy? And then you'll kiss it better?"

  "How will I make sure you stay still?" he asked me doubtfully, rubbing the stubble on his chin while he grinned at me.

  I gave him an innocent look, my eyes leaving his and lingering on the tie around his neck. Maddox chuckled.

  "Oh, you naughty girl," he said. "Untie it, then."

  I got up and sat on his lap, my legs opened as wide as they could go. He groaned as I undid the tie around his throat and caressed his neck with my fingertips, finally handing him the tie. I was dripping on his lap, and I knew he felt it, the wet spot on his leg growing as the seconds passed by.

  He lifted me off his lap and placed me on the desk in front of the classroom instead.

  "On your knees, ass up, face down," he told me. The light tone was gone from his voice now - he was all seriousness.

  I swallowed thickly, knowing what this meant. He really was going to punish me.

  I did as I was told, and a second later, I felt him tying my thighs together with his tie. He made sure it was really tight, and I felt like an object, which was probably exactly what he wanted.

  "Tight enough?" he whispered in my ear, and I jumped, startled.

  "Too tight, Daddy," I whined, the tie already leaving marks on my skin.

  "Good," he said, moving away.

  The next thing I knew, he'd ripped my panties right off me. I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to stuff them in my mouth. I felt humiliated, looking up at Maddox with wide, hurt eyes. But he looked so pleased it almost made me want this as much as he did.

  "Keep those in," he told me sternly. "We have to stop you from wailing like a broken little doll, don't we?"

  I nodded, looking up at him as he smoothed my hair away from my face. The panties in my mouth were damp and sweet tasting.

  He went back behind me and gently tapped my ass with his hand. I shivered from the promise of his touch, wanting so much more.

  Then, he laid the belt flat across my ass. I made a move to raise myself up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back and pushed me down gently, but sternly.

  "You're not going anywhere, Cora," he told me. "We haven't even gotten fucking started."

  I mewled against the fabric in my mouth. He was building the anticipation, making me panic and want this so much at the same time.

  I didn't see the first slap of his belt across my ass coming. When the leather smacked me, I yelped and tried to scramble away, but Maddox held me firmly in place. My thighs were tied together anyway, I wouldn't be able to get very far.

  "Let's make sure you're really sorry," Maddox told me gently. "Before we really begin. Touch yourself for Daddy."

  Tentatively, I reached out with my right hand and slipped it between my legs. I sought out my clit and rubbed it gently. A few seconds were long enough to make me moan out loud, and Maddox chuckled at the sound.

  "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked me sweetly, and I nodded. "Keep fucking going."

  I rubbed it, sending vibrations through my body. My eyes closed, but I yelped the next second as he hit me again. The whine turned into a moan, muffled by the panties in my mouth.

  "Don't you dare fucking stop," Maddox ordered me roughly. "Keep going until I tell you that you can stop."

  I did.

  He went fucking savage on my ass. He hit me with the belt, over and over again until I was squirming, crying out against the wet fabric and begging him to go on in the same breath I used to curse him out. I could feel the bruises blooming all over my ass, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. I was so wet I could hear my thighs rubbing together, slick with the juices of my pussy.

  "You're wet," Maddox groaned in my ear as another slap of the belt hit my tender ass. "You're fucking dripping for Daddy, Cora, aren't you?"

  He pulled the panties from my mouth and I cried out once my hole was finally free. I kept rubbing my pussy as he rained down smack after smack on my ass. I felt myself getting close, getting ready to fucking explode from pure pleasure.

  Maddox leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Stop. Stop fucking touching yourself right the fuck now, little thing."

  I moaned, but my fingers obediently slipped away from my clit nonetheless.

  "Good fucking girl," he told me, his voice full of pride. And then his fingers were on my ass, soothing the welts he'd put there a second ago.

  He rubbed them gently, and then his mouth joined in, kissing the marks that marred my skin. I blushed as he did it, feeling more vulnerable than I had before.

  His fingers were roaming my ass, and a second later, he was between my ass cheeks, gently sliding a finger on the sensitive area between my pussy and my asshole.

  "W-what are you doing?" I whispered, and he smoothed my hair back gently, the sweaty tendrils sticking to my cheeks.

  "Nothing you won't love," he promised me, but I still shivered as his finger outlined the puckered hole of my ass, gently pressing down on it.

  "Don't," I begged him. "Not in there, please..."

  "You don't want it?" he asked me, circling the hole again and again.

  That pressure was building up inside me again, and I was desperate to cum. I had a feeling I would, too, if only he pressed down a little harder. But at the same time, I was so afraid of it I could barely move, my legs stiff and still tied together, making me unable
to move an inch.

  Maddox reached for me with his free hand, and I could feel him spreading me open. I gasped as he did it, feeling how exposed my asshole was. And then his finger was back at work, pressing gently on my hole and threatening to slip inside without a moment's notice.

  He hesitated and I wriggled my ass at him. Then, I felt something wet dripping down my butt, and I realized he'd spit on me.

  "You want to cum?" he asked me, his voice dark and rough.

  "Please, Daddy," I begged him. "I'll do anything."

  With those words out of my mouth, he pushed the tip of his fingers inside me, the feeling so alien I cried out in shock and pain.

  "Shh, sweetheart," he said gently. "It's only a finger, it's not as bad as my whole cock, is it? You're going to have to take that soon, too, you know that, right?"

  I whimpered as he massaged his way inside me, his whole finger slipping into my desperate little hole and fucking me gently, but firmly.

  "You're going to cum for me," he told me. "When I tell you to."

  "Okay," I breathed, unable to hold back any longer.

  Soft moans and mewls escaped my lips as he worked my ass, fucking it gently and letting out squelching noises as his finger slipped in and out of me. I was getting close, the pressure building up inside me even though my ass was sore as hell.

  I wanted nothing more than to cum in that moment.

  "Now?" I asked, my voice shaky.

  "Not yet," he said, and I moaned again as his finger went deeper, fucking me so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Soon, I promise."

  He kept going, drilling my ass with his finger until I really thought I would lose consciousness. He fucked me mercilessly and I cried out when he went too deep. He caressed my cheek and whispered an apology against my lips before kissing me, the ghost of his lips on mine lingering long after he'd pulled back.

  And then he went on even harder, burning with shame because of the embarrassing sounds I was making. I was so close I could taste the orgasm, feel it in my center. And he still wouldn't let me cum.

  "Please," I begged him again. "Just let me fucking cum, Daddy, please..."