“Oh, my God, what is that?”
“It was a present from Max. He said it might help to get your attention. Is it working?” he asked, with a whack to the bottom of the other cheek.
“Ow! Yes, daddy.”
“Now push back all the way and take your punishment.”
As the pad of his finger returned to her rear entrance, Lizzy grunted and pushed outward with one continuous motion, almost filling her tight tunnel with his thick digit.
“Can we be done now, please?”
“You need to try a little harder. Or, we can take a break with your flaming bare backside over my lap,” he said in a calm voice, striking her reddened buttock once again with the back of the brush.
Lizzy shook her head and relented, moaning and whimpering as she moved her bottom all the way back onto his long, thick finger. “Wait a minute,” she winced, hearing the distinct sound of his zipper. “How many rules are you intending to break today?”
“Two,” he stated casually, pulling a tube of lubricant from the dresser.
“You want to do this now?”
“Good point. Maybe your fanny should be a little redder when I fuck it,” he calmly mentioned, picking the brush off the floor to apply four more quick snaps of the hard plastic to her crimson skin.
“Aaagh! Please!”
“I think this ought to keep you feeling special for the rest of the night,” he said, stroking his hardened length with the lubricant. “Now push your heinie out and let me in like a good girl.”
She hollowed out her back once again, and gasped as the tip of his cock pressed into her quivering flesh.
“Come on, you know I can’t resist being inside that sexy red ass when you present it to me like this. Just take a few deep breaths and relax.”
Lizzy inhaled and whined through gritted teeth as Peter began to penetrate her warm anus with his broad, wet shaft.
“Does my naughty little girl need a good ass fucking?”
“Oh, my God!” she yelped as he pushed inside, stretching her sensitive entrance.
“Should you answer respectfully when you’re being disciplined, Elizabeth Marie?”
“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered.
He swatted her cheek one more time. “Relax your bottom and bear down.” And with that last instruction, he squeezed further into her dark canal as she arched and bucked back into him with each movement.
“Steady yourself, young lady. I’m almost in all the way.”
Placing her hands flat on the wall, she closed her eyes tight as he finally grabbed her hips and fucked her deep with long smooth drives. Lizzy moaned with each motion, but did her best to obediently receive every thrust, giving herself to him completely.
“I love to watch my cock disappear inside you,” he said breathlessly, pulling her cheeks wide open. Slowly, he drew out and pressed back in hard with a loud groan and one final mighty push. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming right now.”
Lizzy raised her backside up high and Peter stilled as his hardened length throbbed, pulsing hot seed deep inside her ass. When their breathing returned to normal, his large hand reached down to smooth her sore rump while warm sperm trickled down her inner thigh. “How does my bad little girl feel now?”
She looked over her shoulder as he kissed the side of her neck. “Like I’m overflowing with attention.”
* * *
“Come here, Rebecca Sue, we need to talk,” Josh said, curling a finger as he sat on their bed.
Becca slowly moved to stand in front of her husband. “Why do you always take her side?”
“I just don’t think you make an effort to connect with Lizzy. It’s almost as though you’re looking for ways to badger her, hoping for a reaction.”
“Well, she is fun to tease…”
“Lizzy has some self-esteem issues, and you need to be a little more sensitive when you’re around her.” Josh spun her around, yanked her shorts down, and swatted each side of her panty-covered backside twice. “How many times do we have to discuss this?”
“Oww,” she whined, stomping her foot twice. “I can’t believe I’m in trouble because of her again.”
“Max is counting on you to work well with Lizzy, and I’m not a very good daddy if I don’t keep you on track. Sometimes, the truth hurts.” Hooking his fingers into the white soft cotton, he gently pulled the fabric to her knees.
“Do my daddy’s lessons have to always painful?” she asked, guarding her bare bottom with both hands.
“Bring me your little paddle, please. It’s in the top drawer of the nightstand.”
She turned to plead her case, but immediately noticed the familiar glint in his eyes. “I guess there’s no point in trying to get out of this spanking, is there?”
“You know better than that, Becca. I’m determined to work on that negative side of yours.”
“I was sensitive to our neighbor’s feelings yesterday, and look where that got me…”
Josh took a deep calming breath and glared at her. “Please bring me the paddle, young lady, before you make it worse for yourself.”
After one more stomp of her foot to make a final point, Becca headed over to the nightstand, pulled the ping-pong paddle from the drawer and brought it over to Josh.
“Across my lap you go.” He placed his small wife far enough over the edge of his thighs to cause her bottom to jut up. Smoothing his hand over her buttocks a few times, he eyed his target before administering two hard swats to the bottom of each side with the green rubber-covered paddle.
“Daddy, that hurts!”
“There wouldn’t be a point to a spanking if it didn’t,” he remarked casually, applying a loud smack to her ivory globes with each spoken word.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to get along better with Lizzy,” she whimpered.
“This is to make sure you try a little harder.” He gave her two more good whacks before throwing the paddle on the floor. Staring at her blotchy, glowing buttocks, he asked, “Is your bottom sore enough?”
“Yes, sir.”
He pulled her legs apart and moved Becca forward to see if her pussy was glistening. “You are a very naughty girl,” he said, stroking her bulbous clit with his finger.
“Please,” she begged, arching her back to invite more of his touch.
“I should make you wait until midnight,” he taunted, tickling her swollen labia up and down with the tip of his digit.
“What if I promise to be a good girl?”
“I don’t know, kitten. You’ve done an awful lot of promising since we started this vacation.” He grinned, rounding her hard button over and over, feeling her tender flesh pulsating under his fingers.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged, closing her eyes, concentrating on every movement of his skillful manipulation.
“I should make my naughty girl wait to come,” he whispered soft and slowly.
“I can’t wait… I can’t!” Becca gasped and held her breath as a painful hard orgasmic rocked her body. Feeling her clit pulsate wildly, he stilled his fingers and bent over to kiss the back of her neck.
Chapter Eleven
“What time did you tell your new friend to stop by?” Max asked, pulling plates out of the kitchen cabinet.
“I told him to arrive around six, and he’s not my friend. Haven’t you ever heard of being a good neighbor?”
“I just don’t completely trust this man, Chrissy,” he said, selecting utensils from the drawer.
“Maybe my husband needs to be a little more trusting.”
“Maybe my wife should be a tad more careful when choosing her friends,” he retorted with a wag of his finger.
“Are we going to have to be little girls tonight, or is this one of the exceptions stated in our rules agreement?”
“After talking it over with Josh and Peter, we came to the decision that an adult evening would be more appropriate. Especially since we’re not sure what to make of your new friend, yet.”
“I think it would be hilarious to see his reaction to our roleplay,” Chrissy said, bumping her rump into his.
“Watch it, young lady. I could use that rear of yours for other activities if you’re not careful.”
“Max, you really need to lighten up,” Chrissy giggled, poking him in the ribs. “Instead of relaxing, you seem even more stressed since we got here. Come on, this is supposed to be our vacation.”
“I’m sorry, kitten, you’re right. The book and all the other strange happenings definitely have me on edge. I promise to unwind and enjoy our cookout tonight.” Glancing at his watch, Max suddenly realized that it was getting late. “Hey, John will be here in an hour and we’re nowhere near ready,” he moaned, placing a hand to his head with a dramatic flair.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, is this how you lighten up?”
“Maybe a shower will help.” He grinned and jumped out of the way as Becca and Lizzy turned the corner into the kitchen.
“We have good news and bad news. Unfortunately, Josh and Peter decided to take their naps at this moment, which doesn’t exactly work in our favor since they’re great in the kitchen. But the good news is Lizzy and I watch the Food Channel whenever we can,” Becca said, giggling. “So what are we preparing today, Chef Chrissy?”
“Max and I ran out this morning and bought some filets and lobster tails.”
“Ooh, this is going to be like an episode of Chopped. So will our intriguing neighbor be one of the judges?” Becca raised an eyebrow.
Chrissy laughed. “You guys are a riot!”
“Maybe I should make up a batch of my famous margaritas.”
Becca’s face froze, remembering their last pool party. “That’s not funny, Lizzy.”
“When I saw John this morning, he offered to supply the wine,” Chrissy added. “By the way, did you receive the memo that we get to be big girls tonight at the barbeque?”
“Too bad, though. His reaction to our roleplay would’ve lent some humor to the book,” Becca noted, tilting her head toward Lizzy.
* * *
At exactly six o’clock, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Chrissy yelled, hustling to the front of the house.
She opened the door to find John Peterman standing with two bottles of wine in his hands. “I thought red and white would be appropriate, since a little birdie told me we were having steak and lobster.”
Max approached from behind his wife. “Which little birdie would that be, John?”
Stepping into the front foyer, he handed both bottles to Max. “I have a friend who works down at the small market where you bought the groceries. He overheard you mentioning my name to Chrissy and called to tip me off. Most of my friends know I’m a bit of a wine snob,” he admitted.
Max looked down at the labels. “Niner Wine Estates, 2007 Bootback Ranch, nice. I’m familiar with the winery; it’s up in Paso Robles, right?”
“You know your reds,” John gushed.
“And a ‘98 Sonoma Cutler, Les Pierres Chardonnay. I have to say I’m impressed.” Max cradled the expensive bottles as if they were babies. “Why don’t you take John out back while I carry the wine into the kitchen. I think everyone’s waiting for us.”
As Chrissy and John stepped out onto the patio, he introduced himself to Josh and Peter before giving a quick hug to Lizzy and Becca. “No margaritas tonight, girls?”
“Shhh!” Becca put her finger over her mouth. “That’s a sore subject around here.”
“By the way, ladies, thanks for sharing your pen names with me. After reading a couple of books, I thought they might be right up my girlfriend’s alley and sent her some titles to check out. She and her friends are fans of that genre, so you might have a few new customers,” John said with a quick wink.
Lizzy blushed as Max approached with several bottles of wine. “John was just telling us about how much he enjoyed reading our books.”
“I thought you were a fan of mystery novels,” Max commented with a guarded expression.
“I’ve been familiar with your work for years, but after meeting these remarkable ladies the other day, I decided to check out some of their stories. I’m hoping we can find some time to discuss a book or two while you’re still here.”
Max nodded as the girls excused themselves. “Chrissy tells me you’re an entrepreneur. What kind of business was it that you started? I’d love to hear the details.”
“Like many others, twenty years ago I worked for a technical company. Along with a few friends at Georgia Tech, we came up with several Internet applications that allow for smart home communication. Then with the focus on the energy crisis, larger firms became interested in our work. And as I told the girls, we didn’t hesitate when one of them made us a very generous offer.”
“So, you’ve been retired since then?” Max asked, continuing his interrogation.
“I wish we were that lucky. The three of us had to sign up for a period of a few years while we worked on system integration with a line of their products. I’m betting that most of the homes down here have some of the devices and systems we developed. Anyway, once our contract was up, we all decided that life had more to offer than code writing.”
“We should all be so fortunate.”
Chrissy walked over to join the conversation. “Is Max giving you the friendly third degree?”
“I think he’s being the perfect host by taking an interest in my personal history. Most people enjoy talking about themselves, and I’m no exception.”
Chrissy gave a sigh of relief. “Well, if everyone is satisfied with the background check, Josh and Peter have been slaving over the grill and Lizzy has the side dishes ready to go. Has anyone seen Becca? We have everything set up at the poolside table.”
Max took the wine orders and poured appropriately, while Peter gestured for John to sit next to him at the table. “Max just gave me the condensed version on your business circumstances. I’m a CFO at a company with a division that focuses on home products, so maybe you can educate me a bit more. I have plenty of time to hear the entire story.”
John and Peter began talking shop while Max, Becca, and Lizzy got involved in an impromptu conversation about their book.
Turning his head, John broke away from the conversation with Peter. “Sorry for eavesdropping, but I couldn’t help overhear you talking about strange phones calls and lurking figures at night. How are you handling it?
Max set his glass down, staring back at him. “It has been disturbing, but we haven’t had anything concrete to involve the police in.”
John’s elbows dropped on the table and his fingers clasped together as he moved in closer. “Almost sounds like one of your mysteries.”
Everyone at the table intently studied Max for a reaction. “I suppose it does in a way. But as a writer, I would’ve been a little more inventive. So far, most of what’s happened has been a bit ordinary, and I’m finding that somewhat unsettling.”
John’s eyebrows knit together. “I’m not following.”
“The reason we all got together for a writing retreat was to collaborate on a romance novel, not a suspense thriller. But right from the start, these little puzzling occurrences began taking place. First the phone calls, and then the girls thought they were being watched. And to be honest, John, the way we met at the restaurant coupled with the discovery that you were our neighbor—well, having a mystery at our feet just seemed too convenient,” he said, glancing around the table.
“If I were in your shoes, I’d probably think the same thing. I apologize for staring at you in the restaurant, but I’m sure you’ve experienced that from fans before, right? The fact that I was here before y’all arrived, not to mention having rented this place for the last five years, should place your minds at ease. I’m really just a guy looking for some new friends.”
“The girls said the same thing after drinking margaritas with you,” Max admitted with a friendly hand gesture.
“I must admit that it was quite a
n honor to be invited to their morning cocktail party.” There was an odd moment of silence before he continued, “As Sun Tzu, a famous Chinese general and military strategist once said, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”
“Yes, and it was also advice from Vito Corleone to his son Michael in The Godfather,” Max recalled, tapping his fingers on the table.
Chapter Twelve
A loud noise downstairs startled her. Chrissy’s eyes shot open wide as her hand reached over to wake Max, but patting the empty cool mattress, it was obvious she was alone in the bed. Rolling over to look at the clock on the nightstand, she couldn’t believe that it was almost three in the morning. Why in the hell wasn’t he in bed sleeping? Even though Chrissy tried to calm herself down, rationalizing that her husband might be in the den watching a late movie on cable television, she knew something wasn’t right. Her heart hammered fast as she flipped over, and all the air in her chest felt like it had been squeezed out. Keenly aware of the hardwood floors creaking in the hall, she was sure someone was definitely coming. But if it was an intruder, why hadn’t the security alarm gone off? Clutching the comforter, all rational thoughts escaped her mind as she heard the bedroom door squeak open followed by heavy footsteps approaching the bed. A firm hand latched onto her shoulder right before balmy breath filled her ear.
“We need to talk, Chrissy,” he said, his deep voice low and soft.
Her eyes narrowed as she rolled toward her husband. “You scared the life out of me, sneaking around like that. For God’s sake, it’s three in the morning. What in the hell are you doing?”
“The games have to stop, my love.”
“I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been awake for hours, trying to piece this mystery together. It’s been you all along, hasn’t it? You’ve been scaring the girls, so we’ll have some suspense in our age-play erotic tale.”
She instantly shook her head, baffled by his accusation. “Either I’m dreaming, or you’re insane!” Her voice was sharp as she fluffed her pillow and turned back over.
Their Strict Daddies Page 9
