She was beginning to understand why Davy Crockett, Samuel Houston, and God knows how many others ran away from home to avoid a switching from their father. There was nothing worse.
Eventually she folded over his knee like a damp towel, too in pain and too exhausted to even kick anymore. Kicking only made him miss his aim; now there were switch welts almost all the way down to her thighs. Those welts would not be fun at all to sit on during class.
Her sobs were breathy and exhausted, and Charlie finally tossed aside the second switch, because the first one broke in half during one of her more desperate kicks. Then he ran his hand over her bottom and thighs. “I don’t want to have to do that again,” she heard him say. His own throat sounded a little dry.
He lowered her back down until her feet found the ground again, and Charlie wrapped his big arms around her, kissing the top of her head as her chest continued to heave with sobs.
“It’s done now,” he cooed at her. “It’s over, baby.”
She nodded, folding her arms around him. She was so relieved that it was all over. She didn’t know what to say, or how to snap back into being his good little schoolgirl like she normally was. She just buried her face against his chest and listened to his heartbeat as he stroked her.
Amid the burning and itching all across her bottoms and thighs, however, she was overcome with a desperate urge. She had been needing some sexual stimulation all day, and somehow it was finally beginning to reach a climax as she stood out there, her bottom striped by a fully clothed man as she stood outdoors in only a shirt, socks, and some pink Converse sneakers.
He gestured her toward the front seat and helped clean off her face with a moist nap. “There,” he told her, “as beautiful as always.”
She rubbed her thighs together, a little nervous about what she was about to say.
“What is it, baby girl?” he asked her with concern.
She shrugged as if she didn’t know, but then said, “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“You never mix discipline and sex?” she asked, her cheeks flushing.
“No,” he told her softly, as if he was reassuring her. That’s not what she wanted, however. She didn’t want to be reinsured that he wouldn’t.
She raised her eyes to meet his. “Can you make an exception today?”
He looked nervous for a second, but in the next moment he grinned a little mischievously. “Maybe just this one time.” He brought his lips down to hers and she delighted in his mouth, his taste, and the way his hand traced down the side of her waist until he gripped her striped skin. She gasped, and he guessed, “Tender?”
She didn’t answer, she merely continued her exploration of Charlie’s mouth until his hands wandered in between her thighs. He then seemed very distracted. “Oh, baby… you’re so wet.”
He pulled her around to the front of the car and then lifted her to set her on the hood, looking very urgent. He pulled up her shirt until her breasts were also exposed to the cool air around them, and he sucked one of her pink nipples into his mouth and groaned, opening her thighs and wedging his body in between them.
Slowly, his mouth lowered to her bald pussy and his tongue wasted no time pressing into her depths. He administrated to her there until she was literally gasping. “Daddy… Daddy, no!” she said, knowing she was on the verge of cumming. She pulled at the shirt on his shoulders, urging him up. “Daddy, I want you in me,” she whimpered.
He looked up at her like she just said the hottest thing imaginable. He had frozen still, but soon he brought her pussy down to the edge of the car hood. “Are you sure you can take Daddy’s cock, little one?” he asked, his sexy confidence back.
She blushed, recalling that he was always one for dirty talk. “I think so, Daddy. Please—fill me.”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out…” he drawled sensuously. He pulled his cock out of his pants and then she soon felt his warm, smooth cockhead pressing up and down her folds, getting lubricated with her own juices. “You hurting, baby? Need to cum really bad?”
She nodded, flushed with excitement. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she panted. “Please.”
He gave a false frown. “Young lady, such language,” he admonished, but then he began to push his length into her. “But I know you’re in pain. Daddy knows just…” he gave another shove, gaining entrance another inch through her tight pussy, “what…” another hard thrust… “to…” another… she gasped… “do.”
In another thrust, he was all the way inside of her, all ten thick inches of him. He stayed still, letting her clamping cunny get used to his girth and length. She felt burning from being filled to that extent, as she had with Josh, but eventually the pain ebbed and her clit throbbed more than ever.
She was fully conscious of what was going on: she’d wanted him inside of her since the day she’d first started to call him Daddy. There was a shameful lust that overwhelmed her where Charlie was concerned; she got off on how he dominated her, but made her feel safe, loved, cared for, and feminine. “More,” she begged.
He gave her an amused expression, as if she just asked for a goose that laid golden eggs. He grabbed her hips with his large hands, pinning her to the hood of the car before he slowly pulled out of her, then thrust all the way back in, so hard it made her teeth clatter together. “Oh, I’m gonna give you more, angel. I haven’t even gotten started,” he promised.
He continued his thrusts, wedging his thumb against her hard clit as he did so. His expression seemed very dark and concentrated for a while, and then he groaned as if in agony. “You’re so tight, baby girl. Jesus, it feels like heaven.”
If he’d pulled any part of himself away from her, she was sure she was going to die. She was drunk with lust, needed release, and could only writhe against him. Like Josh, he wasn’t a gentle lover, but the similarities ceased there. Everything about this felt different, the way he filled her, the way he thrust, the way he drove her crazy with his touch and fingers, even the way he looked at her.
“Tell Daddy what his baby girl wants,” his gravelly voice said in her ear.
“Make me cum,” she whimpered.
“You wanna come on Daddy’s cock, Sophie?” Charlie prompted, then nipped at her breasts again.
She moaned, her voice nearly coming out like a sob. “Yeah. Please, Daddy… Make me cum…” she gasped, “… on your cock… And you come inside me.”
Just the thought of Charlie filling her with his essence was extremely erotic, just like it was with Josh. It was safe, Josh had her on birth control, but somehow she was attracted to the taboo and messy nature of it.
Suddenly Charlie’s hand was in her hair and yanking her head and her eyes toward the sky. He then proceeded to take her with such vigor that she could swear that she was seeing stars. She was building up to her orgasm like a rocket. She reached forward, grabbing at Charlie’s shirt and pulling it toward her as she felt like she was losing complete control, and screamed.
* * *
Charlie gritted his teeth together as Sophie came extremely hard, her tiny muscles contracting over and over, making his every movement more and more difficult. He continued on, his pleasure turning to agony with the need to cum in her.
He’d wanted this for months, and there was nothing sexier than this girl sprawled out on the hood of his car, looking like some young pagan goddess with barely any cloth covering her. The shirt she was wearing was bunched up into a skinny wreath of cloth around her upper chest.
Her eyes were glassy and hazy with relief; she looked happy and exhausted. He, on the other hand, probably looked like hell. This feeling was incredible, encompassing, and for some reason his heart was beating off the charts.
He gripped her thighs harder and thrust into her constricted little pussy that was hugging every meter of him. He winced as he felt his seed come rushing to the head of his cock; the pressure was incredible. He cried out gibberish as he released inside her warm, youthful, little body.
; He didn’t let himself collapse on top of her like he’d often done for Liz, since Sophie was so deliciously petite. He kissed her mouth and they rubbed noses affectionately, Sophie seeming happy to fall right back into the baby girl role. “I love you, baby girl,” he told her, and he meant it. Even though she had the ability to make him extremely angry and worried, he couldn’t adore her more.
In a strange way, he fingered her as the reason why Liz, after a lifetime of saying ‘no’ to his proposals, had finally said ‘yes’ two nights ago. Liz and he enjoyed sharing Sophie as their “little” almost too much. It was scary how much affection they had for her, and Liz actually seemed much more settled and happy now that Sophie joined the family.
When he’d informed Josh yesterday morning that he was going to be marrying Liz, even Josh was happy about it. That afternoon, when it had come up again when they were foraging in the downstairs kitchen, Josh’s response was to lean against the doorframe and say, “Good, because I was sort of getting embarrassed for you getting turned down so much. Besides, that frees me to go and do the same thing with Sophie. I gotta make an honest girl of the little brat, even if she ends up wrecking every car I ever own!” When Charlie, though amused, reminded Josh once again how young Sophie was, Josh shrugged and added that he had time to get rejected for the next fourteen years, too, if need be.
As soon as Charlie put his cock back into his pants and re-zipped and belted himself, Sophie wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and made a happy, sleepy murmur. He put his arms around her and picked her up. “Did I wear you out?” he asked, chuckling.
“Mmm,” she said happily. He brought her to the front seat and then grabbed her pants from the back.
He began to carefully dress her again. “My little doll,” he told her.
“Will Mommy get upset when she finds out that you rewarded me right after punishing me?” she asked curiously, yawning halfway through the sentence.
He smirked. “We all have weakness when it comes to you, honey. She understands that well enough.”
She licked her lips, looking suddenly very thoughtful. “Daddy?”
“Hm?” he said, buttoning the tops of her coveralls.
“I’m still your… baby girl, right? Even though we…” She rolled her wrists around, gesturing at nothing and everything all at once.
“Of course you’re still my baby girl,” he said firmly, taking her chin in his hand to demand her eye contact. “You’re still subject to love, cuddles, and a good spanking when you need one.”
“So… I still have to do my homework, is what you’re telling me,” she said with a smirk.
The mischievous little imp! He turned her knees forward and buckled her in, saying, “Until you graduate… from grad school,” he grinned at her. “Yes.”
“Aw, man!” she groaned wearily, snapping her fingers with disappointment.
“The only thing that changes after this weekend is that since you’re so cute in diapers, we might persuade you to be a baby more often.” He watched with merriment as she flushed pink, but didn’t argue. Instead, she gave a guilty little grin, as if she secretly enjoyed him saying that.
“We’ll still spoil you rotten,” he assured her. “Josh even told me he plans to take you to a professional hockey game this week. Try not to enjoy it more than football.” He tapped her nose and then walked over to the driver’s side.
“I don’t like football at all,” she complained honestly.
He had just started the car, but slammed on the brake after going just a meter. “Girl, do I have to go back there and cut another switch?” he threatened teasingly.
“Don’t even joke,” she giggled. “It’s hard to sit down as it is. That seems to be my life now—spankings, sitting uncomfortably…”
“And a whole lot of love,” he reminded.
She nodded and grinned. “That, too.” She shrugged. “I guess life has improved in that regard.”
“Some would say love is all you need.”
She gave a happy little groan like she had just enjoyed ice cream. “And I believe it!”
He shook his head and chuckled with her. He wasn’t ever going to let her go.
Chapter Seventeen
“So? What do you think?” Josh said, plopping down in the seat next to Sophie and handing her a soda. The seats to this game were amazing, and he was pleased to see that Sophie was very intent on the game.
“Look at ‘em skate!” she hooted as they rushed by the wall at neck-snapping speeds. “They’re way faster than your team. Way more graceful, too.”
He frowned, a pucker developing over his eyebrows. “Well, they’re sort of… professionals. And we’re just…” he began to defend, then cleared his throat as he tried to find a better word than “amateurs.”
“I know! Like, it’s already twenty minutes in the game and nobody’s scored yet! Their defense is way better than the level you play at!” she replied excitedly, her eyes scooting back and forth with the players. “And a lot of these guys are even younger than you.”
“Yeah,” he conceded in defeat, then sat back in his chair. “Well, let’s just say medical school got in the way of my hockey career.”
“Did you even have a chance to play for the NHL?” she asked, looking at him.
He played with the arm of his seat for a second and then decided to change the subject. “So, Charlie and Liz… Last weekend… Well, there’s something I have to—”
Suddenly a man’s bloody face was pushed violently into the wall in front of him. They jumped back out of reflex, Josh’s hand bracing the front of her. The hit ended up in a fight, and Josh watched with Sophie as the game continued. “Okay,” he began again, shifting to the side. “So, bunny, I have to talk to you about the future a little bit.”
“Liz and Charlie are getting married, aren’t they?” she asked, looking distracted for a moment before her big blue eyes focused on him.
He was shocked by her bluntness, and for the fact that she’d known. Charlie and Liz had told him that they hadn’t told her yet, and seemed grateful to Josh for offering to do it for them. “Yes,” he finally said cautiously, looking her up and down for signs of a tantrum.
She shrugged. “Good. Charlie’s been in a better mood all week, and I don’t think his happy mood was brought on by him taking a switch to my ass. You’ve said so yourself—he’s always wanted Liz. And I think deep down, Liz always wanted him back. I think she was just worried about losing a part of herself.”
His mouth dropped open for a second, and then they had to wait as they watched another fight break out before he was able to say, “You’re taking this very well—and that’s very observant and mature of you to conceive.”
She nodded and agreed. “I’ve been watching a lot of Dr. Phil.”
“Dr. Phil,” he repeated dryly, trying to keep from rolling his eyes, “a shining beacon of knowledge.” He grinned when she smirked at him and raised an eyebrow at his sarcastic manner, and then he added simply, “Nothing will change.”
“Well, sure it will,” she replied with a firm shake of her head. “The only thing you can count on in life is that things change. But,” she put up a finger as he opened his mouth to argue, to assure her that Charlie and Liz didn’t want to change their dynamic with them, that their marriage would be open, “things don’t have to change for the worse all the time. I think it will tie them closer together, the marriage stuff. Or else Charlie wouldn’t want it—hell, he acts like he’s married to her already. Though I can’t fathom the depths of Charlie just yet, but I imagine that he’s expecting change.”
“The depths of Charlie.” It was worth repeating. He stole her soda and sniffed it to make sure the concessions booth hadn’t accidentally put beer into it, and then he stole a sip. “No more Dr. Phil for you, bunny,” he teased. When she glared at him, he took her hand and affectionately kissed her knuckles, and then when that proved unsatisfying, he pulled her close and kissed her.
He only stopped when a horrible
thought came to mind. “You’re not expecting change, are you?” he asked her suspiciously.
She opened her palm as if she was about to palaver again about the philosophies of change and time, and he clarified, “When it comes to your life and how we fit in it.”
She shook her head, then grinned. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think you really fathom how much I like you, Josh.”
He felt a surge of frustration, wondering how she could stop with “like” with him. He loved her so much he wanted to strap her to his back and take her everywhere with him. “I don’t think you really fathom that I love you, Sophie.”
A worried little wrinkle appeared above her eyebrow. “I know you love me,” she assured. “I love you, too.” It was now time for her to divert her eyes, but not to change the subject. She played with an invisible string at the edge of her t-shirt. “My relationship with you, though, is way different from Charlie and Liz… gosh, there’s hardly a category they fit into. They’re like family that I’m having sex with. Sounds very taboo and wrong, but there’s no other way to describe it. With you, though… you’re more than family.”
He was fighting not to grin like a cat that got in the cream. Every time he looked around, there was a guy looking lecherously at her. Everyone wanted her; but she was Josh’s. “God, I was hoping you’d say that.” He reached into his jacket, grabbed a box, and put it on her knee. “There.”
She blinked and then frowned unhappily at it. “Is this a proposal?”
Suddenly, he was feeling unsure of himself. He shifted nervously in his seat. “Sorta.”
She threw the box firmly back onto his lap. “You’re not proposing to me when there’s blood smeared all across the glass in front of us. Not at a hockey game at all, and not with that blasé attitude. I want fancy romance! I want a bent knee. I don’t want you in your old hockey letterman shirt like you think you’re the Fonz.”
He stared at her, incredulously, and then shame slowly began to saturate until he was turning pink. “All right, all right, so if I did all that pansy-ass bullshit you just described, you would have said yes?”
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