by Daisy March
I fetched another cold cloth and pressed it to her forehead, sitting on the edge of the bed to help her to settle.
Soon the moans died away. I remained where I was, unable to leave her.
Chapter Seven
Susie
When I woke up, my fever had broken. I felt so much better. I still had a cough but it was milder than before.
At first I had no idea where I was. I looked around at the bedroom and felt like I’d gone back in time. This wasn’t my room. This was a kid’s room. Was I a kid?
Wait, I never had a bedroom like this even when I was little. I had peeling wallpaper and bare floorboards. This was wonderfully painted with dolls on the bookcases, a gorgeous view of forest out of the window.
The bed was four poster and I was looking up at a draped white net that covered it. Where was I?
I sat up, tasting salt on my lips. I’d been sweating and my mouth was dry as a skeleton in a desert during a heatwave. I was wearing panties. Why was that?
My skin felt awful. I needed to get clean but I couldn’t do that until I worked out where I was.
The bedroom door was open. I could see through it to a lounge and kitchen where a man was making breakfast. It came back to me in a flash.
That was David Reece. The man who killed my dad. What was I doing with him?
This was his cabin. The place Oswald had picked to burgle was David Reece’s cabin. That was why he’d told me to go ahead with the housebreaking. Because he was here waiting for us.
I remembered last night up until he showed me the bedroom but then nothing. Why was I undressed? What had he done to me?
I picked up the blanket and wrapped it around me. There was no sign of my clothes. I pulled open the wardrobe as the smell of cooking bacon wafted through making my stomach rumble.
In the wardrobe were several short dresses in pastel colors. I pulled out a pink one. It was better than nothing.
Slipping it on I looked down at myself. My nipples poked through it but I couldn’t do anything about that. The cold air always affected them. The hem was ruffled and I felt like a Victorian child as I walked through to the lounge.
His eyes ran down my body when he saw me but eventually he forced them back up to my face.
“I hope you don’t mind me wearing this?” I asked. “I found it in the wardrobe.”
“Bought it for you,” he replied, putting a plate down on the table. It was piled high with bacon and scrambled eggs. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” I said, slipping into the seat and diving straight into the food. “I could eat a horse.”
“I’m not sure it would fit in the oven,” he replied, taking the seat opposite me. “Sleep okay?”
“What happened last night?” I asked through a mouthful of food.
“Eat and then talk. Good manners are important. I can see I’m going to have to teach you a few things. Don’t grip the fork like you’re about to stab me. Hold it like this. And slow down, you’ll get a stomachache.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said with a grin.
He smiled back at me. “If I was your father, I’d have you over my knee by now for your sass.”
I felt myself blushing. My ass tingled at the thought of squirming on his lap as his firm hand fell on me. What was wrong with me? “What the hell would I go over your knee for?” I asked out loud.
“Cursing for a start. Wolfing down your food. Not looking after yourself and running off after I told you that fever was going to get worse.”
“Well, I guess it’s lucky you’re not my daddy isn’t it?”
“That’s not what you were saying last night.”
“What?” The food stopped halfway to my mouth. His smile was broader. “What did I say last night?”
“You said I love you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Don’t worry, I know it was just the fever talking.”
“Yeah, it was.” I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. I should hate him. Mom hated him. He was the man who got my dad killed, didn’t save him when he could have done, left him to die, and stole his pocket watch.
Yet it was hard to accept that was the person sitting in front of me. I had a vague memory of him holding a cold cloth against my forehead during the night, singing me lullabies. I cringed. I’d told him my real name. He knew who I was.
I scraped back my chair. “Where are my clothes?” I asked. “This has been great and all but I should be going.”
“You’re not going anywhere until you’re better,” he replied, standing up and towering over me. “So don’t even think about it.”
“I’m leaving,” I said. “I’m not staying here with the man who killed my dad.”
He looked as if I’d struck him, wincing as I spun around and pulled open the cabin door. I took one step outside and froze.
It was cold and I was barefooted. I almost went back but I couldn’t do it. He’d threatened to force me to stay, no doubt to strip me out of my clothes again.
You want him to do that to you, a voice whispered in my head. I shook the thought away. No, I didn’t. I wanted to be far away from him.
I walked onto the grass, the morning dew soaking my feet. I made it about ten paces before the cold air got into my lungs and I sank to my knees in a coughing fit that refused to stop.
A shadow fell over me and I looked up in time to see him scooping me into his arms. “You are such a stubborn little girl,” he said, carrying me back into the cabin. “And you need looking after whether you like it or not.”
“I’m fine,” I replied. “I can take care of myself.”
“Really? And how were you going to get back to the city from here?”
“I’ve got two legs. I can walk.”
“You’d freeze to death before you were even out of the forest.” He sank into an armchair, keeping tight hold of me. “You will do as you’re told,” he said. “You need to stay here until you’re better.”
“Or what?” I snapped up at him. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Oh, if you were my daughter, you’d be paying for this sass right now.”
“Go on then, try and spank me and see if it makes any difference.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, his voice suddenly cold. “You are staying here until you are well and if you speak out again, you will get spanked.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, spinning on his lap so my ass was pointing up at him.
His hand raised high in the air. “Do you promise to be good?”
“No, Daddy,” I said with a sneer forming on my lips. “I do not.”
Chapter Eight
David
I had done my best to resist her. When she squirmed in my lap so her ass was pointing up at me and that smirk on her face, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “You’ve done it now,” I said, bringing my hand down slowly.
She laughed, thinking I wasn’t going to dare spank her. “I knew you didn’t have the balls,” she said with a smirk.
I grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fear forming in her eyes as I raised my hand again.
“Teaching you a lesson in manners,” I replied, spanking her bare ass a second later. I let my hand linger where it struck.
“That didn’t hurt,” she said. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
I raised my hand and smacked her again, harder this time. She wriggled in place, trying not to cry out. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound but when I spanked her a third time, she couldn’t help gasping.
“Still think it doesn’t hurt?” I asked.
“No,” she said quietly as I spanked her a fourth time. She wriggled in place and her body began rubbing against my cock, making it ache with need as I grew hard in seconds.
“Say sorry,” I said, spanking her ass again, trying not to look at the folds becoming visible between her kicking legs.
“What for? For wanting to leave? How awful of me.”
I smacked he
r half a dozen times more, my hand slapping down on her buttocks, the skin growing hot to the touch, redness forming and spreading outward with each strike.
I talked as I spanked her. “For refusing help when it is offered. Daddy is here to take care of you and you need to let him before you end up more poorly. Say sorry, Daddy.”
I spanked her again. I knew I shouldn’t be using the word Daddy but I couldn’t help myself. She was behaving like a brat and she needed teaching a proper lesson like only a Daddy could provide.
“All right,” she said at last, her hands moving to try and shield her buttocks. “I’m sorry, all right.”
“And you’ll stay until you’re well?”
“I will, just don’t spank me anymore.”
“Go and stand in the corner and face the wall. Do not pull your panties up.”
“What? Why?”
I stood her on her feet and looked her straight in the eye. “Because I want you to know what happens when you behave like a brat in front of me.”
She looked like she was going to say something but then her shoulders slumped and she turned away, shuffling over to the corner, her panties falling to her knees as she went.
She faced the wall.
“Hold your dress around your waist,” I said, getting to my feet. “I want to see that round ass of yours.” I knew I was going too far but she did as I asked without complaining. My cock grew even harder at the sight.
“Do not move until I say so,” I said, walking behind her and pulling my cock out of my pants. I stroked the throbbing shaft slowly to ease the ache in me, knowing this was wrong, that I should stop before this went any further.
I could see her trembling. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I shook my head, turning away and walking back to the table, shoving my cock away as I went.
I cleared the plates, washing the dishes as diligently as I’d ever done so before. Then I turned around and saw she was still there, her ass pointing toward me, her dress around her waist.
My cock was rock hard again in an instant. I walked toward her, unable to stop myself giving another command.
It was like my brain wanted to see how far I could push her before she told me to get lost. She had to have a limit and I had no doubt I was about to reach it.
“Kick those panties off. Brats don’t get to wear them.”
She shuffled her legs, getting them down to her ankles and then kicking them away.
“Move your feet apart,” I said. “Show the world how naughty you’ve been.”
I kneeled behind her, looking straight at her pussy. Her folds were glistening wet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked, breathing in the scent of her sweetness. “Be honest with Daddy. Are you enjoying being disciplined?”
“Yes,” she said in a quiet voice, still facing the wall. “I am.”
I stood up and put my hand on her ass, squeezing it gently. “Brats get punished in this cabin,” I said, leaning toward her ear. “Good girls get rewards. Which are you? A good girl or a brat?”
“I’m a good girl,” she said. “Daddy.” The addition of that word made it impossible for me to resist any longer. I slid my hand down her ass to her thighs, gathering her wetness onto my fingers.
“Do you promise to be good for Daddy?” I asked, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck.
“Yes,” she said, pushing her body back onto my hand. “I’ll be good.”
“You sweet little thing,” I said, stroking my fingers around her inner thighs. “You just need a firm hand to help you make the right choices, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I kissed her neck again, sliding my hand up to her pussy, exploring her folds as she let out a long deep moan. “Does that feel good, sweetie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want a finger inside you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“More than anything.”
“Then bend over.”
She leaned down, her ass sticking out toward me, her legs apart. I held onto her shoulder, ignoring the throbbing need for my cock to be in her.
I didn’t want to scare her away by fucking her already. I needed to know she was ready and that would take time.
I slid a finger toward her hole, circling it slightly. Just as she thrust back on me I moved it away, sliding it up between her buttocks, spreading her wetness up there, circling her more private hole.
“I bet you’ve never had a finger in your ass before, have you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Never had a cock in there either?”
“Never.”
“Saving it for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I kneeled again, spreading her buttocks with my hands, sliding my tongue over her tiny little asshole. She gasped as my tongue dipped inside. “How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked, dipping in again.
“Amazing,” she replied with a moan. “So good.”
“Good girls get rewarded,” I said, standing up again, slipping a finger an inch into her pussy. She felt so tight I wondered if my cock would even fit in there.
Rocking my finger deeper, I pulled her back onto it, staring down at her pussy swallowing it up. With my other hand, I found her clit. It was engorged and covered in wetness.
Brushing over it lightly I stared at her, unable to stop looking at the perfect sight in front of me. “Are you going to come for me?” I asked, moving my fingers faster.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied in a strained voice. “Please, don’t stop. Go faster.”
I did as she asked, my finger starting to glide in and out of her as she rocked back onto it. My other hand on her clit became a blur, circling it ever faster as her body started to shake.
Redness bloomed across her shoulder blades as she suddenly tensed up, falling completely still, her breath stopping.
I knew she was close so I stopped too, holding both hands still. “Tell me what you want,” I said. “Tell me what you need.”
Chapter Nine
Susie
“I need to come,” I said. “Please let me come.”
I was rocking in place feeling like a whole different person. Who was this woman who had her panties somewhere on the floor, her legs wide apart, her ass sticking backward like she didn’t care about how fat she looked?
At that moment all I cared about was the way my nipples brushed against the dress, the way my neck still tingled from his kisses, and most of all the throbbing need deep inside me to reach an orgasm.
My ass still burned from the spanking. As he slid his hands over it, I moaned, the sound alien to me. I’d never made noises like this before.
Something had happened to me when I was on his lap and I had no idea what it was. I never for a moment thought he would actually spank me. I only taunted him because I knew he wouldn’t do it.
Until he did.
What was even more surreal was how my body reacted. I wanted it to stop and wanted it to keep going at the same time.
I could feel the hardness of his cock digging into me and instead of running from it, I squirmed harder, trying to hint that I wanted him to pull it free.
I wanted to see it.
I wanted to put my lips around it. I wanted it inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything. His finger was good but it wasn’t the same. I wanted him to come in me. I needed to know what that would feel like.
“Will you be a good girl?” he asked, flicking over my clit again.
“Yes,” I cried out. “I’ll be so good.”
“Then you can come,” he said, sliding a finger back into me. This time he didn’t tease. This time he moved so fast the breath was pushed out of my lungs.
My knees almost gave way as he slammed into me, the other hand on my clit bringing me ever closer to a climax.
“Come for me,” he commanded and my body obeyed at once. An orgasm raced through me, the sensation spreading from m
y clit as my pussy contracted around his still moving finger.
I lost all strength in my legs, slumping downward. He caught me in time, holding me in place as the climax continued to spread through my entire body. I’d never experienced anything like it.
My heart thudded in my chest and I fought for breath as he turned me around, plunging his tongue into my mouth, kissing me like we’d been lovers forever.
He held me tight in his arms as my orgasm slowly faded and when I could breathe again he pulled away, looking down at me and smiling.
“Good little girl,” he said, kissing my cheek, his hand slipping into mine. “Time for Daddy to get you clean.”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to say, still in a daze as he slowly led me through to the bathroom.
A huge clawfoot tub filled most of the space. Next to it was a window that looked out onto the forest. The sun was hitting the branches and it looked utterly beautiful.
All I wanted at that moment was to stay in the cabin forever. I knew it wasn’t possible. Someone like him would never want a relationship with someone like me. He was just doing this because he felt sorry for me.
“Out of that dress,” he said, pulling it up my body. Normally I would have tried to shield my pasty skin from view.
In front of him, I didn’t mind being naked. He filled the tub as I stood there, my climax still making my body tingle.
“In you get,” he said, swirling bubbles into the water. “Nice and warm for you.”
I sank into the tub, sighing as I did so.
“You take your time relaxing,” he said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I closed my eyes, letting the water soak into my skin. As I did so I started to cringe. Had I really just done those things? Had I just come because of him touching me?
I was supposed to hate him. I was supposed to rob this place and then get out of here. What had happened?
All of a sudden I was naked in the tub, my ass still bearing the signs of where he’d spanked me.
I sat up, feeling a wave of shame washing over me. This wasn’t me. I shouldn’t be here. I should be on the streets where I belonged. I didn’t deserve being looked after as nicely as this.
