by Kitty Jones
But when I begin to pour for the second cup, my hands begin to shake, and the tea spills all over Peter’s beautiful tablecloth.
Instantly, I set the teapot down and look at what I’ve done.
I’ve messed up this beautiful moment between us.
I’ve completely destroyed it.
I look at him, devastated.
He isn’t mad at all.
“It’s no problem,” he says. “We can clean it up,” but I don’t wait to hear what he says next. Instead, I turn and run away. I run out of the dining room and back upstairs. I run into the bedroom and I throw myself under the bed. It’s completely empty and there’s plenty of space under here to hide and…
And I can be alone for a minute to think about what I’ve done.
I spilled the tea.
I completely destroyed the beautiful moment we were having together.
I shouldn’t have spilled it.
Peter worked so hard to make sure that tonight was an evening we could both totally enjoy. He did everything in his power to make sure we both really and truly we able to get the most out of this night.
And I threw it away.
Just like I throw away everything else in my life.
I hear him enter the room. Footsteps against the hardwood floors. I hold perfectly still and suck in a breath. I won’t let him find me. There’s no way he knows I’m under here. His house is way too big for him to know where I am. He’s got too much space here.
He’ll never find me because I’m being perfectly silent.
“Heather, come out from under the bed so we can talk.”
Okay, so maybe he knows where I am.
“Heather, I’m not upset about the tea,” he says. “I’m pleased you cared so much.”
I don’t breathe.
I don’t open my mouth.
I don’t make a noise at all.
I can’t.
“All right,” he says. “You have until the count of three to come out from under there, or you’ll be getting your spanking plus more.”
Nope.
Not going to happen.
There is no way I’m coming out to face him.
“One.”
Peter has no idea what I’m going through. I can’t believe I spilled the tea on his beautiful tablecloth. I feel completely terrible. I feel like a total failure. For me, this is just one more way I’ve let down the world around me.
“Two.”
It’s not going to happen. Besides, he doesn’t really know that I’m under here.
He sighs.
“Three.”
Instantly, I feel him grabbing my ankle and yanking me out from beneath the bed. I cry out and squeal, trying to wiggle away, but he’s a lot bigger than me.
“I warned you,” he says, and it doesn’t sound like he’s enjoying this at all. In fact, he seems a little sad. He lifts me up. I try to get away, but he fists my hair and pulls me close to himself. Then he kisses me.
Hard.
And even that turns me on.
“I warned you, little one,” he says. “Now it’s time to climb over my knees.”
Chapter Seven
Peter
“No,” she shakes her head.
She looks visibly upset about the tea, but I’m smart enough to realize it’s not about the tea. Something else is bothering her. She has other feelings she’s trying to cope with, and sometimes, the best way to cope with your feelings is to let everything out with a good cry.
A spanking is going to help her with that.
“Come on, little one,” I say. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I gently coax her to climb up on my lap.
I push up her petticoats and her dress to reveal her bottom to me. It’s plump and round and cute and I can’t wait to spank it, but I wish she hadn’t gotten so upset about the tea.
“I love that you wanted to please me,” I tell her, rubbing her skin softly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“But you shouldn’t hide from me when you’re upset.”
“I know.”
“Were you feeling scared?”
“A little.”
“Did you think I’d be angry with you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You asked me to pour the tea. You didn’t ask me to spill it all over your good tablecloth.” She sighs. “I’m such a fuck-up.”
Well, then. If I was on the fence about spanking her, I’m sure as hell not anymore. I grab her hair and pull her head back.
“Let’s get one thing straight, little one,” I tell her. “You will never, ever speak like that about yourself ever again.”
She says nothing.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
I release her hair, but I shake my head.
“You are precious to me, Heather. Perfect. Precious. You’re a princess, and I’m going to treat you like one, but even princesses get in trouble sometimes. Now it’s time for your spanking.”
She nods, and I start paddling her bottom. I go softly at first, but then spank her harder and harder until her bottom is red and she’s crying out from the smacks.
“Good girl,” I say. “Let it all out.”
Spanking is a good way for her to let out everything she’s been worried about. She can stop worrying about her classes.
She can stop worrying about her teachers.
She can stop worrying about everything and anything.
And she can just focus on getting through each swat.
One at a time.
By the time I’m finished spanking her, Heather’s butt is a bright red. I rub my hands over her skin to help relieve some of the sensation, but she’s going to be sore for a few days.
“I want you to remember that I did this because I care,” I tell her. “Do you feel better after crying?”
“A little,” she murmurs.
“Are you ready to talk about it?”
“Yes.”
I pull her up so she’s sitting in my lap, and Heather grimaces.
“Can I stand?” She asks.
“No.”
“My bottom hurts.”
“Good,” I tell her. “It’ll remind you what happens when you lie to me and when you aren’t honest.”
“Okay,” she says.
“Heather, why did you run away?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she says.
“You didn’t disappoint me.”
“You planned this wonderful night for us, and I ruined it.”
“Heather, I thought this was only about the money,” I say gently. “If that’s true, why are you upset?”
It might not be fair, me asking her this way, but I have to know. I have the sneaking suspicion that the financial offer associated with tonight was encouraging to her and that it gave her a good excuse to come over.
Is there a chance she wants more than just one night?
Is there a chance she cares about me as more than just a sugar daddy?
She hesitates, but then she leans forward and kisses me softly. She wraps her arms around my neck, and Heather kisses me like she’s never kissed anyone before.
“I’ve liked you for a long time,” she says.
“I never knew.”
“I’m scared of commitment.”
“Aren’t we all?”
“You’re out of my league,” she says. “You’re rich and powerful and I…Peter, I’m a graduate teaching assistant.”
“That’s an important job.”
“It’s nothing compared to what you do. I live in a tiny apartment and most of the time, I eat ramen noodles for dinner.”
“That’s not important. I make more than enough money to take care of you.”
“I just…I don’t want you to think that’s what I’m after, but I also don’t think I’m good enough for you.”
My heart soars, but it also hurts.
I can tell that Heather has been hurt in the past by so many
people: her parents let her down, and her friends, and even her former Dominants. Whoever she partnered with should have shown her how important and valuable she is.
Money doesn’t matter.
What matters most is that she’s a good person, and sweet, and I think she showed that tonight.
“Heather, when you spilled the tea, I saw how disappointed you were.”
“I was trying really hard,” she whispers.
“That’s all I ask for, princess.”
“You really aren’t upset?”
“Not at all, in fact,” I tap her nose gently. “I’m pretty excited to hear you aren’t just here because I promised you a little allowance.”
She chuckles.
“I’m surprised you’re interested in me. Are you saying you’d want more than one night with me?”
I look at her softly. Her tear-stained face holds so much hope and wonder. It holds so much excitement and curiosity. Heather is a precious person: sweet, gentle. She’s kind. Yeah, she’s feisty and bratty, too, but that just means that with us, things will always be interesting.
They’ll never grow boring.
“I’m saying that I’d love more than one night with you, princess. What do you think?”
A grin spreads across her face and she smiles.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
Heather
Peter sits on the bed and he smiles at me, and suddenly, I realize that this is what tonight is all about.
It’s about us.
It’s about togetherness.
It’s about losing ourselves to the moment and it’s about finding everything we’ve lost. Being a submissive isn’t about being weak or frail or strange. It’s about being brave enough to ask for what I really want and need. It’s about having the courage to try.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“Yes, princess?”
“You said you’d fuck me if I begged.”
He strokes my cheek and smiles at me.
“Is this your way of begging?”
“It’s a start.”
“How else could you beg?”
I lean forward and stroke his chest with one hand. Then I get closer and whisper in his ear.
“Please, Daddy Peter. Please fuck your princess.”
It’s as though a switch is turned because as soon as I say those words, he grabs me, growls, and tosses me back on the bed. Then he climbs over me and starts kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. He grinds against me and I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist.
Peter kisses me hard and fast. He kisses me passionately. Deeply. Wildly.
And for a minute, I feel like my heart might explode because this isn’t what I was expecting from tonight.
I thought I’d come over and he’d tie me up.
I thought he’d flog me or whip me.
I thought maybe there would be caning.
I didn’t think there would be this.
I didn’t think he’d manage to make me feel precious.
I didn’t think there was any chance he’d manage to make me feel like I truly am his little princess.
Peter undoes his tie and wraps it around my wrists, so they’re bound in front of me.
“You tied me up,” I say, looking down.
He chuckles and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his hard abs. I lick my lips appreciatively, admiring the way he looks. He notices me and smiles. Then he finishes undressing.
“What about me?” I ask, gesturing to my bound hands.
“What about you, princess?”
“How are you going to undress me?” I ask.
“I’m not,” he chuckles. “This is why you aren’t wearing panties.”
He buries his head between my legs and starts licking my pussy then. He’s under my petticoats and I can’t get away or resist or do anything except just close my eyes and enjoy the ways he’s touching me. I groan, letting out some soft noises, and soon I’m close. I squeeze my thighs and my entire body tenses.
I’m so fucking close.
Just a few more licks…
Just a little bit of sucking…
Just…
He pulls away.
“No!” I groan, protesting as he comes out from under my dress. “I was so close, Daddy.”
“I know, princess,” he says softly. “But I want you to come with my cock deep inside of you. Don’t you want that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Suddenly, it’s what I want more than anything else in the world.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper. “Slide your cock inside of me. Fill me up.”
He positions himself over me and kisses me as his cock nudges at my entrance. I hold my hands tightly together. They’re bound in the soft fabric of his tie, and I love knowing that it’s all in his hands now. Everything about what’s happening is up to him. I don’t have to worry or move or do anything at all.
I just have to take what he’s giving me one stroke at a time.
And he fills me.
Peter slides inside me, and it’s like we were made for one another. Everything about what’s happening feels like heaven.
He bites at my ear as he fills me.
“You like that, princess?”
“So much,” I whisper.
He fills me over and over again, completely dominating me. I can’t move away. I can’t even wiggle to escape. All I can do is tighten my pussy around his cock and feel him.
When I met him at the club, I thought he was handsome, but after tonight?
He’s downright wonderful.
He pushed me past what I thought I was ready for. He showed me how a Daddy Dom relationship can look. He pushed me to serve him tea. He protected me when I was scared and upset. He cared for me.
And now he’s making love to me like I’m precious.
Like I’m perfect.
Like I’m his girl.
He kisses me and then he reaches between us, stroking my clit softly.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper. “I need to come.”
“You do, little girl,” he murmurs in agreement. “So, come for Daddy.”
He plays with me more and more, thrusting deeper inside of me, and feelings of happiness and excitement well up within me.
Closer.
Closer.
Close.
“Come for me, princess.” He bites me again, nipping at my ear, and then one of his hands rests carefully on my throat. He squeezes just a little, just a tiny bit, and that does it.
I come apart.
I come undone for Peter.
I cry out and he kisses me as he comes, too, filling me up. He holds himself over me as the orgasms cover us in this moment. Everything feels good. Everything feels right. Everything feels whole.
And then he lays beside me. Peter rolls over and looks at me. He smiles at me as he cups my cheek.
“How was that, princess?”
“Perfect,” I whisper.
“Just like you.”
He kisses me again and I realize that the night is only half over, but it’s been the most wonderful night of my life so far. When I walked into his house, I didn’t expect for any of this to happen. I knew we’d probably sleep together, and it would be no hardship for me, but I didn’t think I’d want it so very much. I didn’t think I’d feel so very taken care of.
I didn’t think I’d feel like I was his.
But I do.
And I am.
I’m his.
And he’s my Daddy Dom.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Peter
The submissive in the center of the stage bows her head. Her Master circles her slowly, carefully, admiring her as if she is about to be devoured. The audience gasps as he pulls out his rope and begins to reach for her body. He will tie her carefully, gently, securely. The process will take a long time, require a lot of patience, and produce beautiful results.<
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I reach forward and wrap my arms around Heather. Together, we watch the scene unfolding before us. Just months ago, Heather was a woman I admired from a distance but never thought I’d get to see or touch up close. Months ago she wasn’t mine.
Now she is.
Our relationship was unexpected, but has been wonderful. She’s bratty and wonderful and submissive and feisty. She keeps me guessing. She keeps me on my toes. She keeps me happy.
My dominant side roams free when Heather is around. She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight I’m going to ask her to do more than just be my girlfriend. Tonight I’m going to ask her to move in with me, to be my full-time submissive, to be my partner.
Tonight I’m going to ask her for a commitment.
Months ago, I wouldn’t have considered myself the type to settle down. I wouldn’t have considered myself the kind of man who would take a partner long-term. I liked to play with different people and have different experiences, but then I met Heather.
No one gets me hard the way she does.
Even now, as she leans back and kisses me, I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. I get to do more than just look at a beautiful submissive. I get to play with her, adore her, worship her.
The submissive on stage is perfectly silent as her Dom explores her body. He carefully wraps the ropes around her, tying her, displaying her.
“She’s beautiful,” Heather whispers, and I pull her closer to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her head.
“Oh, Daddy,” she sighs, leaning back against me. She lets out a contented noise, one that shoots straight to my dick.
She always knows just how to get me.
She’s always going to be my naughty girl.
Tonight I’m going to ask her to be mine.
Tonight’s the night.
Tonight’s our future.
Tonight.
THE END
Author
Kitty Jones writes stories about naughty girls and their Dominant Daddies. She also writes paranormal and science fiction erotica. When she’s not busy writing, she’s traveling the world with her nose stuck in a book. Please join her mailing list for updates and be sure to follow her on Amazon.
