by Piper Stone
I patted my lap, once, twice then gave her the kind of commanding look that made her shiver.
Dragging her feet, she finally headed in my direction, the look in her eyes like that of a fierce warrior.
And I wanted her even more.
I guided her over my lap, pressing my hand against the small of her back. “You need to learn that you can’t talk to superiors in a defensive, bitchy manner, or anyone else for that matter. You have a nasty mouth.”
“That’s not true!”
I smacked both ass cheeks, planting my hand firmly in the center of her bottom. Her orbs were firm but jiggled just enough my cock twitched. “I suggest you learn how to act like a lady.”
“Not here.”
That got her six hard smacks in a row, one coming after the other.
Squirming, she undulated on my lap, her legs kicking up. “That hurt!”
“In case you didn’t know, little lady, spankings are supposed to hurt. Stay in position or I’ll be forced to pull out my belt.”
“Nobody’s ever given me a spanking!”
“Well, maybe that’s part of your problem.”
Another huge sigh was followed by a dramatic slap of both hands on the floor. She tossed her head toward the floor, but I could hear the string of expletives erupting from her mouth.
I spanked her again. And again. Each smack harder than the one before. She whimpered, finally tossing her hand behind her back, struggling enough she almost managed to crawl off my lap. “None of that.” I hoisted her body, finagling her until I was able to wrap my leg around hers, encircling the one wrist with my hand with ease. I grumbled as I began again, the sharp slaps ringing in my ears.
Summer didn’t stop moving, but this time it seemed like she was grinding her pelvis into my groin, being the naughty girl I was forced to accept she truly was. She was going to need a hell of a lot of training, including daily rounds of discipline in order to keep her in line.
I was absolutely the man to do it.
Her bottom was a lovely blush color as I peppered her skin with several smacks. The sting in my hand was invigorating, driving me into a heightened state of desire that was shredding my rationality. She was forbidden for several reasons but that only made me hunger for her more. I gathered a scent of her pussy juice, the fragrance filling my nostrils, like candy to a baby. She was more aroused than I was.
I refused to stop, slapping my hand against her heated bottom and upper thighs. I wanted her to have difficulty sitting for at least a couple of days. She needed to remember this, needed to remember the fact I was in charge of every aspect of her life.
Body. Mind. Soul.
She’d been placed under my care and she was going to get just that and so much more.
After ten more, she seemed resigned, no longer fighting me. I heard her deep breathing, short scattered gasps. I was able to see her pretty pink pussy lips peeking out, swollen and wet from excitement. It seemed the girl craved a firm hand, her body reacting to the round of discipline in a most positive manner. My cock was no doubt leaking, possibly staining my pants and a dead giveaway just how turned on I was. I cleared my throat, trying my best not to finger fuck her.
“Have you learned your lesson yet that you can’t be rude to anyone on this rig?”
“Yes, sir.” This time, her voice was so small, a slight sniffling sound floating up from the floor.
I caressed her ass cheeks and took a deep breath. The way my cock was throbbing, no doubt against her stomach was a blowtorch skittering under my skin.
At that point, I could only think that I was a very bad, bad man spanking this young woman.
“That did you some good,” I stated, resisting the urge to slide my fingers into her dripping pussy.
“I’ve really never had a spanking.”
“Well, you’re going to get more if you behave in that manner. Something for you to keep in mind.” I smacked her four more times for emphasis. My entire hand was tingling, a series of sensations rocketing throughout my body.
“Ouch. Ouch!”
“I think we’re done.” I helped her off my lap, holding her arms as she attempted to gather her wits. Her glare was just as rebellious, even though it seemed some of the fire had been stripped away. She blushed, the shade much deeper than the color covering her ass cheeks. “Now, you’re going to follow my directions.”
“Sure, whatever,” she snarked, jerking at her panties and taking several deep breaths. The spanking had indeed done her some good.
Some...
Well, thank freaking God for that. “Oh, no. Keep your panties right where they are.”
“What do you mean?” She snapped her head in my direction.
I pointed toward the wall. “Go stand in the corner. I think you need time to reflect on your bad behavior.”
She narrowed her eyes, opening her mouth to object then obviously thought better of it, stomping toward the corner even though she was hindered by her clothing.
“And no rubbing your ass,” I commanded.
She threw a harsh glance over her shoulder before following my directions.
Summer was an unbridled pony who needed to be broken.
I walked to my desk, rustling through papers and trying to move my concentration away from the beautiful girl standing with her bare ass only inches away. I couldn’t help but wonder both why and how she managed to get here in the first place. Oil rig work was physically challenging for any of the male crewmembers. While she had a tough exterior, she was a cream puff on the inside. My mind wondered as to the various methods of discipline I would need with her. At least she was obedient for the moment, remaining quiet.
That was short-lived, her caustic mouth taking over.
“Who are you anyway? Everyone calls you ‘Master.’ What in the hell could you be the master of?” The snark in her voice was too much to let go. “Next, you’re going to want me to call you Daddy.”
“You know what? I think that’s a great idea,” I snapped back without thinking. “You’re going to call me Daddy from now on and here’s how I’m going to respond to your question.” I allowed her to hear me unbuckling my belt, ripping it out of my belt loops. “That just garnered you another ass whipping, and I assure you, Summer, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for some time.”
“No! Please, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I promise,” she wailed, her eyes opening wide.
Taking two long strides, I gripped her arm, yanking her over my desk.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. It’s called respect and you seem to have none. You’re going to call me Daddy in private and sir in public after everything I ask you. You act like a brat, you’re going to be punished like one.” I doubled the strap, snapping it between both hands.
Struggling, she pushed up from the desk, twisting her neck in order to see me. Tears were brimming her eyes, her cheeks red from embarrassment, but certainly not as deep as the crimson color of her ass. “I promise I won’t say another cuss word.”
“Excuse me?” My voice was gruffer than normal. I had difficulty focusing, lust raging through my veins.
“Sir! I mean Daddy. I mean...”
“Hmmm... You really have issues with authority. Might take time, but I’m going to cure you of that.” I cracked the belt across her rounded buttocks and instantly she howled, kicking one foot out then the other. I pushed her jeans and panties all the way to the floor, able to catch another glimpse of her swollen pussy lips. Pussy juice trickled on both sides, more inviting than I cared to admit. I smacked her four times in succession, keeping the strikes even but solid. She deserved one harsh round of discipline.
Clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks, Summer sobbed openly. “Please, stop! That hurts.”
“What did I tell you, sweetheart?” She certainly was hardheaded.
“Daddy! Please stop, Daddy. I can’t bear any more pain.”
“You can and you will, Summer.” I rubbed her reddened ass, so hot to the touch then proce
eded to strap her again. And again. Her shoulders and back heaved as she cried, tears falling to the surface of my desk. Why did I have the feeling some of her raw emotions were nothing more than pure drama? I’d seen enough of her kind before, the type that pushed every button in order to get her way. Well, that wasn’t going to happen around me. Still, her cries and whimpers tugged at my heartstrings, even as I wanted to fuck her sweet pussy. “Twenty more and I think you will have learned a valuable lesson for the day.”
“Yes. Dad-dy.” While her tone remained slightly sarcastic, she’d certainly changed her tune since the beginning. Harsh tactics seemed to be something she craved. I also had the distinct feeling she was a born submissive. All the huffing and puffing was nothing more than a challenge for a man to dominate her.
Guess she’d met her match.
“Count them off for me, Summer and thank me for caring enough to punish you.” My wrist snapped, the whooshing sound making her jump even before the belt made contact.
Yelping, she fisted her hands, pummeling them against the desk. “Oh. Oh!”
“Do you want me to start again?”
“No, Daddy! One and thank you, Daddy for punishing me.”
“Much better. Very proud of you.” I issued one directly on her sit spot, giving her just enough time to recover.
“Two, Daddy and thank you for punishing me.”
“Excellent.”
Crack!
“Three! Daddy and... thank you for... punishing me.” She gritted her teeth when she said the words, shooting me another look.
Such a defiant little wench. Taming this particular misbehaving, foul-mouthed, and sexy as hell brat was going to take everything I had.
Her ass wiggled every time I smacked her heated skin but by the end, her legs were parted as far open as they could, her juices continuing to leak.
“Nineteen and twenty, Daddy and thank you for punishing me.” The throaty sound of her voice enveloped every inch of my rigid muscles. I could lose all control with this one. Something snapped inside me, a desire not only to protect but own.
Her racking sobs were touching but she’d unearthed the full dominating side I hadn’t experienced for some time. I wanted this woman body and soul.
Sniffling and shaky, she pushed up from the edge of the desk, glaring at me even though she was certainly more subdued than before. “What now?”
Wasn’t that the question of the hour? I gazed from her disheveled hair all the way down to her scuffed boots, debating. I was taking a huge chance on several levels.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, but only good little girls get fucked in the pussy.” I unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock and running the tip of my finger along the bulging veins.
“What does that mean. Daddy?” Her eyes shimmered with mist until they fell on the sight of my throbbing shaft.
Then there was nothing but lust, her tongue dragging across her voluptuous lips.
That’s it. I was a goner. There was no turning back.
She belonged to me. Period.
“That means you’re getting fucked in the ass, sweetheart.”
Chapter Two
Summer
Fucked in the ass? I was shaken to the core, unable to make sense of what had just occurred with the spanking, but... Shit. Shit. Shit! The fucking bastard had to be kidding. There was no way. None.
“You’re joking?” I think I blurted out the question, but in truth, I couldn’t be certain. I was shocked off my ass. Oops! There was another curse word that he so obviously hated being issued by a lady. Well, he had a tough realization coming.
I was no lady.
I’d shoved that persona into some freaking Pandora’s Box months before. Never to return.
No man was ever going to tell me what to do again. E. V. E. R.
“Does it look like I’m kidding?” the master sergeant asked. The tone of his voice was gruff yet sexy, so deep and full of intensity that I was shaking all the way to my boots. No man’s voice had ever had this kind of effect on me.
God, the sexy rigger was hot.
I took a series of deep breaths, unable to take my eyes off his thick, long, pulsing and gorgeous cock or the size of his swollen balls. Words like ‘delicious’ and ‘sinful’ came to mind. Good little girls never fucked a stranger. Perhaps, but I’d already proven I was no poster girl of perfect behavior.
Still, he’d had the audacity to spank me. The entire crew knew I was being punished in some fashion. Ugh. Damn it! I was mortified, embarrassed and yes, turned on. This was crazy. Shameful. I should run away, except there was no getting off this steel platform way in the middle of no-freaking-where, at least not for some time. I was stuck with this man, this roughhewn soldier with long eyelashes and soulful eyes, and the sexiest twang I’d ever heard—the kind of voice that made you want slip-slide into a pool of wanton lust on the floor.
How can you crave a man who just spanked you?
The nagging voice inside my head was the same one that had gotten me into trouble in the first place. Act like a bitch. All the boys will learn what you’re made of. I could see how well that turned out.
“No, sir. I mean, no, Dad-dy.” The stinging sensations hurt like hell, and I longed to rub my bottom, but I knew better than to move at all. He was dead serious, and this session was far from being over.
Oh, God. Oh, God!
I was completely thrown, not only by the severe spanking I’d received and the fact he was making me call him Daddy, but more so by the look of lust on his face. He was in his commanding element, skyrocketing above being the head honcho of this particular rig. He could bark out orders with the best of them and not a single crewmember questioned his demands.
Except for me.
Now, I was paying the price for disrespecting him in every manner.
What was even worse?
I wanted him to stick his big, fat cock deep inside. I didn’t care where. I knew I was staring, gawking at the size of his shaft, longer and wider than I’d ever experienced. As he slid his finger back and forth across the slit, all I could think about was dropping to my knees, sucking and licking like a wild woman in desperate need. I was humiliated that I’d been whipped like a bad little girl by my superior, but the shame made my pussy clench and my nipples tighten until they were aching so badly.
The man had the most gorgeous, rock-hard body I’d ever seen. He was huge, taller than any man on the oil rig, his shoulders broad and carved, much like a chest that had the most gorgeous set of pecs. Calendar material. Still, confusion furrowed in my brain as I tried to figure out every reason I should resist.
As if he’d allow me to.
He was powerful and dominating, rough and tumble in every fashion. I dragged my tongue across my lips, clenching my ass cheeks.
You’re crazy, girl. How can you want him to fuck you?
My inner voice was right, but I didn’t care. I was a shameful hussy wanting this, but holy hell in a handbasket, nothing sounded better.
“You’re wet, aren’t you, craving my cock being shoved into your tight little hole?” he asked. Daddy asked. I was shivering all over, trembling from desire skittering up and down my arms and legs. This couldn’t be real.
Shame on you!
I’d hungered for him since the second I was dropped off on the rig, but never in a million years would I have thought this would happen. I was floored, unable to put a coherent sentence together. My mouth watered from the sight of pre-cum leaking from his bulbous cockhead. Sweet Jesus, I just wanted him to fuck me, but in the ass?
I’d heard many stories about this man, how strict he was. I’d just found out the hard way. My ass was on fire, but no more than my pussy was dripping with juice. Damn, I was confused as hell. There was no way to hide the scent of my desire, no matter how unexpected. Daddy. He’d caught me acting like a bratty girl and had seen right through me, my ridiculous efforts to break free from every parameter I’d been forced to live—a colorful bird in a gilded cage.
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Still, I was terrified that he’d find out every truth I kept locked away, hiding from the big bad wolf. I wanted desperately to be the strong chick, the girl who pushed her way into any situation, regardless of the outcome. Here he was...
Even his real name suited him. Jack Stone.
Cock hard like steel.
Body buff like carved stone.
Voice oozing like smooth velvet.
Fuck me. I was in so much trouble, both figuratively and truthfully with this man.
This Marine.
This stern taskmaster.
He pushed me back over the table, his fingers pushing past my cunt lips. “Oh!” I was so wet, heat cresting along my jawline.
“I was right about you, Summer. You’re completely aroused. I think you know that you need a firm hand. Don’t you?”
“Um...”
“Tell the truth, little princess. I know you’re trying to be a badass, but I can see right through you.”
“No! I mean, no, Daddy. I mean... Yes!” What in the hell did I mean? I was blubbering like some stupid little girl instead of a well-trained rigger who’d fought her way into this gig tooth and nail. And he’d broken through all my defenses. Damn him! I wiggled as he held me down, gyrating my hips against the cold wood. I was actually getting off on the entire situation, stars now floating in front of my eyes.
Two hard smacks with his other hand made me yelp. Holy hell, the man wasn’t going to take any shit.
“And you know what you did was wrong. Correct?”
I bit my lip. Admitting I was wrong about anything wasn’t a strong suit.
Crack!
Another hard smack made me jump.
“What did I say about questions, Summer?”
I just couldn’t call him Daddy. Should I? Could I? I was a total freaking mess as he jammed three then four of his fingers into my pussy. With every hard plunge, my cunt muscles constricted. This was shameful and horrible and beautiful and...
Another side of me kicked in, reminding me that this wasn’t supposed to happen.
But you want it. You want it. You want it!
“Fine. I mean, yes, Daddy. My actions were very inappropriate, and I deserved the spanking. Okay? Are you happy to be some arrogant asshole who figured me all out when no one else could?” Oh, dear God. The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. They’d no more flown from my lips when he slipped his thumb into my virgin asshole, jamming it inside. Using his other hand, he issued several smacks between my legs, landing directly on my pussy. Pain. Pleasure. Everything was mixed together. “Oh, fuck! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” I jerked up, taking several ragged deep breaths.
