Disciplining Little Abby

by Serafine Laveaux

  Hey Jules,

  I’m sorry. A lot has been going on. I’ve been seeing someone. He’s

  She paused, searching for the right words. Chris was nothing like anyone she’d ever known, and she had no clue how to explain how he made her feel. The more time she spent with him, the more her self-confidence had begun to grow. Being able to let her guard down around him and just be herself was amazing. Although she still had trouble reconciling the unconventional aspects of their relationship, she had finally managed to squelch the constantly critical voice of her mother that seemed to live in her head.

  Suddenly, an evil idea came to her. With a wicked grin, she deleted the entire thing and started over.

  Hey Jules,

  I’m not mad @u. I’m sorry I haven’t answered sooner. So much has been going on. I met someone. He’s Greek, gorgeous, and Mom is going to hate him. See u @dinner Saturday!

  Love u!

  Abby

  Giggling, she hit send. She hadn’t planned on going to the dinner at all, but the idea of her mother’s reaction to Chris’ dreads and tattoos made the prospect seem positively appealing. No doubt her mother and Eva both would have some snide remark to fling his way, but Chris wasn’t like her father. She doubted he’d sit passively by and stare at his plate while the arrogant pair belittled him… or her. Now all she had to do was ask him to come along. Reaching across her desk, she grabbed her cell and began texting him.

  I wanna ask u something but n person. Can I come over tonight?

  His reply was slow in coming.

  Come by the shop. I’ll be there late tonight.

  Abby scowled as she quickly responded.

  But I wanna go to ur house!

  Asking a guy to meet the parents was a big deal, and she didn’t want to do it while half a dozen grease monkeys were eavesdropping. If they were anything like the men at her work, the instant she left they’d all begin to give him hell about commitment and engagement rings and balls and chains.

  Another time. Come by the shop when you get off work. I’ll order pizza.

  “Dammit,” she swore as her fingers quickly tapped out a last plea.

  But I wanna spend the night w u! Ur house?? Pleeeeeze????

  This time his reply was almost instant.

  Stop whining. Decision is final. Come by the shop after work, or go straight home. Your choice.

  “Well fuck!” she snapped. Several people turned to stare at her as she tossed her cell across the desk top. Apparently she’d have to invite him to meet the ‘rents in front of his entire crew after all. Hopefully they wouldn’t talk him out of going after she left.

  I’ll come by the shop.

  * * *

  Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he read the incoming text. She’d been hinting about seeing where he lived for a while now, but this was the first time she’d come right out and asked to come over. Not that he wouldn’t love to have her spend the night, or a week’s worth of nights, but his gut told him it would be a big mistake.

  “Who are you texting?”

  He looked up to see Kali heading for the kitchen. She had on her Dora the Explorer pajamas again.

  “What did I tell you about wearing those things?” he asked with a grin. “They are about eight sizes too small for you.”

  “I don’t care!” she insisted, pulling a box of cereal from the cabinet and pouring herself a bowl.

  He could only shake his head. The pajamas had to be fifteen years old, and the shorts looked more like hot pants now. He’d bought her a new pair, one that actually fit her, but she still insisted on wearing the pair she’d had since childhood.

  “So who were you texting?”

  “Just someone from the shop,” he replied, getting to his feet and trying to look indifferent. “What are you going to do today?”

  “Making Sparkle Bands and then watching TV and eating popcorn until I puke.” She came back into the den with her bowl of dry cereal and plopped down on one of the oversized floor pillows. He tossed her the remote, which she neatly caught in mid-air, and then watched as she settled in and turned the TV on to Nickelodeon.

  In his heart, he knew Abby and Kali would get along beautifully. They were so much alike, although Kali was by far more comfortable with herself than Abby was. He could easily picture the two of them curled up together on the floor, making glitter jewelry and watching silly cartoons.

  But he could just as easily see Abby going into a full blown tantrum the instant she learned the truth. She already had a million insecurities and hang-ups, thanks to her mother. It was obvious to him the three of them would get along wonderfully, but there was no doubt in his mind Abby would see it as twisted and sick. Perhaps someday, after she’d learned to accept herself and grown more self-confident, but that day was a long way off. Until then, he’d just have to keep her as far from his house as possible.

  * * *

  Abby parked beside the showroom building and headed inside. To her surprise she didn’t see anyone else in the shop. As she made her way towards the office, she trailed her fingertips over each bike she passed, admiring the colorful paintjobs and intricate designs. She loved the way the light reflected off the chrome and the way no two bikes were alike. Chris had offered to teach her how to ride one by herself, but she’d turned him down. As beautiful as they were, there was something a little bit frightening about them to her. She was perfectly happy to ride behind him, but the idea of driving one all by herself made her breath catch in her throat.

  “I thought I heard you come in.”

  Looking up, she saw him standing by the office door, his arms outstretched. Laughing happily she skipped across the shop and flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

  “I missed you all day!” she said, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into his chest.

  “I missed you too,” he answered. Disengaging from her arms, he took her hand and led her into the office. Taking a seat, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “Now, what did you want to ask me?”

  Abby put her arms around his shoulder and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want you to come to my family’s monthly dinner with me on Saturday.”

  When he didn’t respond right away, her heart sank. Oh God, he thinks I’m pushing him. She knew better. All the magazines and movies said taking him to see the parents was as bad as letting him see you looking at wedding dresses. Holding her breath, she waited and watched as he stared off into space. When he finally spoke, his reaction was nothing like she’d expected.

  “I’d love to go with you, babygirl, but I wonder if you’re asking me because you want me to be with you, or if you think you can use me to piss your mother off.”

  Before she could think of a response, he looked her dead in the eye and continued, “I will not allow you to use me as some sort of pawn in whatever insane game you and your mother and sister play at these get-togethers. If I go with you, you will mind your manners and behave. No snotty comments, no insults, no ugly behavior. Is that understood?”

  “But, Daddy—”

  “But nothing. You will behave like a little lady no matter how anyone else acts. If you don’t, there will be consequences after we leave. Do I make myself clear?”

  Abby lowered her head and nodded slightly. She couldn’t believe he’d figured her out that easily.

  “And another thing,” he added, “I will select what you are to wear for the dinner.”

  She stared at him in disbelief. “Oh my God, you’re telling me what to wear?”

  “Don’t play games with me, young lady,” he admonished her. “You know perfectly well I encourage you to dress any way you like, but when you are an invited guest in someone else’s home, it’s not polite to select your clothing based on what you know will most offend your host. And I know you, Abby,” he continued sternly. “You forget, you told me yourself how you resurrect that black eyeliner just to make your mother cringe.”

  Abby struggled to pull away, but he on
ly strengthened his embrace and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

  “I know how hard these dinners are for you, Abby. I want to be there with you, but only if you promise me that you’ll behave and do as I say while we’re there. Now, do you still want me to go?”

  Part of her wanted to yell no and run away, but she knew she was being irrational. Plus, Chris didn’t really know how things were with her family. It wouldn’t matter if she dressed like Eva and used the correct fork and said everything just right; her mother and sister would still do everything in their power to belittle and humiliate her. And him too. There was no way either of them would be able to resist at least one jab at his hair or tattoos. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth as she imagined how dinner would go, and how afterwards Chris would apologize to her for telling her how to act and what to wear. After dinner, he’ll understand.

  “I want you to go with me, Daddy,” she said softly before leaning over to plant a kiss on his neck, giggling as she did so. “I really, really want you to.” The way she nuzzled his neck was not lost on Chris as the brush of her soft lips against his ear caused an immediate response in his groin.

  “I don’t know, Abby,” he sighed sadly. “I don’t think you can be a good girl for that long, at least not around your family.”

  “I can, I promise I can!” she insisted.

  He looked unconvinced, although Abby knew he was only pretending. Glancing down at his lap, she saw a definite swelling in the front of his jeans and felt her own pulse quicken at the sight.

  “I’ll do anything you tell me to,” she promised, licking her lips nervously as she placed her hand on his firm chest.

  “Yes. Yes, you will.”

  Abby’s heart skipped a beat as she saw his expression subtly shift. This wasn’t playful Chris who let her win at Monopoly anymore. He looked harder, more intense. Hungry. She’d seen that look on their first date, but that time she could tell he kept his passions reined in. It didn’t look like he intended to hold back this time, and the idea both frightened and excited her in ways she never thought possible.

  “Stand up,” he said, pushing her off his lap as he cleared the top of his desk. “Get undressed.”

  Abby’s breath caught. The shop might be empty at the moment, but the front door was still unlocked. If anyone came in… She opened her mouth to protest, but his raised eyebrow warned her against it. Nervously, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor before kicking them off each foot. Standing in only her panties and bra, she glanced at the office door again.

  “Take those off as well. And stop looking at the door,” he added. “I want you to watch me.”

  With shaking hands, she clumsily undid her bra and then slipped her panties off. Her face grew hot, and she knew she was blushing furiously. What was he going to do to her? Her throat felt tight, whether from nerves or anticipation she wasn’t sure.

  “Now, get up on the desk and stand facing me.”

  Swallowing hard, she climbed onto the cold steel desk and came to her feet, facing him as commanded. It took all her willpower not to cover herself. Even though he’d seen her naked before, she’d never been on display like this. Being the center of attention always made her uneasy; it felt too much like being scrutinized in preparation for criticism.

  “Spread your feet babygirl. That’s it. A little wider,” he instructed. Abby fixed her eyes on the wall behind him, too embarrassed to look at his face as she stood there with her feet spread and her privates practically in his face.

  “You look uncomfortable,” he observed, not unkindly.

  “I don’t like this, Daddy,” she admitted.

  “Would you prefer to face the other way?”

  She nodded, turning around quickly when he gave her permission.

  “Bend from the waist,” he commanded from behind her. “Legs wide, knees locked. You may brace your hands against your knees. Keep your eyes on the floor.”

  Abby closed her eyes as she realized she’d earned herself an even more embarrassing position by complaining. She tried to imagine how she looked from his position, her bottom and pussy completely exposed to his view, and her cheeks burned.

  Suddenly, she felt his hand stroking the outside of her thigh, and she glanced sideways from her upside down angle. His eyes caught her and glinted dangerously. “Legs a little wider,” he ordered, tapping the inside of her knee with his other hand.

  Abby widened her legs until at last he nodded. From her position she saw him move directly behind her, then felt his hands lightly stroke their way up the inside of her thighs and around the backs to come to a rest on her bare bottom. A pleasant shiver ran up her legs, trailing in the wake of his touch.

  “Good girl,” he purred. His breath was hot against her sensitive inner thighs, and she trembled at the sensation. The warmth blooming between her legs, along with a shameful wetness that had appeared the instant he’d ordered her to disrobe, made her wonder how she could really enjoy this humiliation. As she glanced down to see her nipples had drawn down to tight, dark buds, she felt his hands slip down between her legs, probing along her wet slit. Helplessly, she gasped as they pushed through her swollen lips and teased her aching, dripping hole.

  “Mmm,” he said. “Wet and ready. You really are being a good girl today, aren’t you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, struggling to remain still as his fingers withdrew and were replaced by his tongue. Her world narrowed to the space between her legs, the sensation of his tongue as it probed and twirled its way across every millimeter of her exposed, eager pussy. When he pulled back moments later, she cried out without meaning to, frustrated that he’d stopped so soon.

  * * *

  “You are a beautiful little thing,” he murmured. “Innocent, eager to please. How badly do you want to please me, babygirl?”

  “Please,” she begged, “just tell me what to do, Daddy. I’ll prove I’m a good girl.”

  A moist finger trailed up between her cheeks and across her hip as he let out a low chuckle.

  Chris took a small step back and admired the view. Her heart-shaped ass was beautifully presented and perfectly accessible, and the glistening red flesh just below it beckoned him eagerly. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, sweet, just as he’d remembered, and her musky scent filled his head. He could have eaten her out for hours, but there’d be time for that later.

  “Get down from the desk,” he ordered, taking her hand to help her step down. Guiding her to the chair, he motioned for her to sit. Smiling indulgently, he gestured to the impressive bulge straining against the front of his jeans. “I believe this requires your attention.”

  * * *

  Abby unzipped his jeans and shyly fished his cock from its restraints. The sight of it sent another flood of warmth between her legs. It was impossibly thick and reached out to her as if confirming Chris’ assessment of its needs. Abby wrapped her hands around the shaft and leaned forward to kiss it, then cautiously licked the head.

  “Take just the head in your mouth, now, and bathe it with your tongue.”

  As she complied with his instructions, she began to feel lightheaded, the anticipation and arousal making her almost dizzy. At least he was telling her exactly what to do. The ever present embarrassment seemed to lessen when she concentrated on his pleasure.

  “Good girl, now take about half of it into your mouth.”

  Her entire body was on fire now, wetness coated the inside of her thighs. From somewhere else she heard herself moan as she sucked and licked and tasted his rigid cock.

  “Now, take it all.”

  Without thinking she plunged his entire length into her mouth and almost immediately found herself gagging and choking. Before she could pull away, strong hands took control of her head and prevented her from escaping.

  “Easy, Abby.” Chris guided her slightly back, just enough to let her catch her breath. “Now look up at me. Show me those eyes.” Abby look
ed up to see him watching her intently. Desire burned in his eyes, and the knowledge of his approval made her want to take him all in again, even if it hurt. Yielding to his hands, she allowed him to hold her head steady as he gently thrust in and out of her mouth in long, steady strokes.

  * * *

  “That’s it, babygirl,” he exhaled. “You’re making Daddy very happy.”

  The sight of her glistening blue eyes staring up at him as his thick cock worked in and out of her luscious mouth took him to the edge faster than he’d expected. Reluctantly, he pulled completely out and was amused to see a look of frustration and longing on her face as she realized he was taking away her pacifier.

  Stepping back, he told her to stand up and bend over the desk. She did so without hesitation this time, and once more he was presented with a perfect view of her outstanding ass. By now the evidence of her arousal was impossible to miss. Her inner thighs were wet almost to her knees, her clit swollen and begging for his touch.

  But it was her ass that drew his attention the most. Soft and pale, not a blemish in sight. He explored the silken skin with his fingers, taking his time as she wriggled beneath his touch.

  “Be still,” he scolded, delivering a swat to her bare bottom just hard enough to sting. A palm shaped blush appeared where he’d spanked her, and he paused to admire it. An ass like hers practically begged to be spanked, and as Abby wriggled yet again, he realized, so did she.

  * * *

  Without warning, she felt his fingers move back to her aching pussy. Two of them at first, then a third moved inside, causing her to moan out loud. Through his fingers she could feel how soaked she was, slippery and likely dripping.