by Renee Rose
*****
“Do you ever sass your Daddy, Rissa Roo?”
She turned to mush at the pet name. It made her feel so fully his. His hand crashed down on her upturned bottom again. “No, sir,” she cried. Why did his spanking make her feel like his, too?
“Do you ever use that tight tone of voice with me that you use with your sister and your mom?”
She hesitated. She couldn’t help that tone, it just came out when she was stressed. But his hand continued to smack her poor bottom as she deliberated, so she whimpered. “No, Daddy.”
“You don’t sound very convincing,” he said.
“Ouch.” She rolled over his lap, her hip connecting with his stiffened cock. Evidence of his arousal made her squirm even more, suddenly aware of her own growing need. Her pussy pulsed, burning for his touch. “I’m sorry, okay?”
He didn’t stop or lighten up for a moment. “Rissa, will you be using that tone with your Daddy?”
“No,” she moaned, although she really wasn’t sure.
“You know what that tone tells me?”
“Ow! No.”
“No, sir or no, Daddy. Mind your manners little girl.”
“Ooh, ooh ooh, sorry Daddeeee,” she wailed. “No, sir!”
“It tells me my baby girl is upset about something that she’s keeping in, so the way it comes out is in a very tight, angry voice. Am I right?”
Suddenly it wasn’t a game. She really was a little girl who felt about two inches tall. She wanted to cry. She snorted, holding back the threatened tears.
Joel stopped and rubbed her burning bottom. “Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry you’re holding in things that upset you. I don’t ever want you to do that with me. It’s not healthy for you and it’s certainly not good for our relationship. Do you understand?”
Now she couldn’t help but cry, a huge sniffling sob taking over her breath.
He rubbed her back. “You’re my sweet baby. It’s important I always know what’s bothering my baby so I can help her feel good again. That’s my job, pretty girl. Do you believe me?”
She sucked in her breath and sniffed. “I w-want to believe you,” she said, sounding exactly like a six-year-old.
“Well, you can,” he said softly. “Daddies take good care of their little girls. You’re safe with me. Your feelings are safe. Your bottom is not safe,” he said with another hard but playful slap.
“Ouch,” she protested. “You’re mean.”
“No, I’m kind. I punish my little girl so there’s never any irritation that hasn’t been dealt with. Your bottom will always pay when you displease me,” he said, patting her tingling ass.
Her skin flushed all over, heat crawling up and down her arms and legs, her backside throbbing. She wanted him to touch between her legs, but he seemed to purposely avoid her pussy, circling all around her bottom and lower thighs without ever more than a brush on her nether lips.
“I’m going to finish your spanking with a strap. If you lie down and take it like a good girl, I’ll give you twenty strokes. If you’re naughty, I will start the twenty over.”
Her head jerked up and she looked over her shoulder at him, reaching back to cover her bottom as if he already had the strap. “I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
He helped her to stand and shame washed through her. She stood with her head bowed, her fingers knit in front of her. Joel stacked two pillows from his bed on top of one another and pointed to the pile. “Lay over those.”
“But Daddy…” she whined. Somehow, she’d really become a child, incapable of any mature response.
“Now, Marissa,” he said, his voice hardening.
“Daddy, you’re embarrassing me,” she moaned as she laid over the pillows, her bare bottom high in the air for his punishment.
“Open your knees wider.”
She started to obey and then stopped. That would expose her pussy for the strap. “Please don’t make me do that, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Open them, Marissa. Daddy wants to see your glistening little pussy while he whips you.”
Reluctantly, she slid her knees wider.
He slapped her bottom and then dipped two fingers over her slit.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
But he withdrew them all too soon.
“Please, Daddy? Please touch me again?”
“No, little girl. When you’ve been naughty, you can’t expect Daddy to pleasure you before you’ve been punished, can you?”
“No, sir,” she said with a sigh.
He went to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a wide leather strap.
She shuddered.
“Yes, Rissa Roo. You earned a strapping.” The skin on her bottom crawled in anticipation of the whipping. Would it be easier to take than his horrid hairbrush?
He placed a hand lightly on her low back and swung. The whoosh of the strap flying through the air arrived just before the sound of its slap across her cheeks.
“Ughn,” she groaned, closing her lips and ducking her head into his soft bedspread.
He brought the strap down again and she gasped.
By the third stripe, the first one had begun to burn as if on fire. “Ahh,” she moaned.
He continued to leather her, making neat stripes down to her thighs and back up again. By the time he reached a dozen, she couldn’t stand the pain. No thought preceded it, she simply scrambled off the pillows and slid off the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going Marissa Sparks?”
She covered her face with her hands. “It hurts,” she whined.
“What did I tell you? If you took it well, I would give you twenty strokes, but if you didn’t cooperate, we would start over from the beginning.”
“No-o,” she moaned. She rubbed her smarting ass. “I can’t. It hurts, Daddy. Please don’t spank me anymore.”
“Marissa, twenty strokes with my strap is not too much to take for the way you misbehaved today. Now lie back over these pillows or Daddy will have to get very stern with you.”
She moaned. “Don’t be stern, Daddy,” she wailed as she climbed onto the bed and laid back over the pillows. She caught the glimmer of a smile when she stole a glance at his face.
“That’s better.” He didn’t even wait a beat. The leather strap came sailing down across her cheeks, picking up where he’d left off, except that he began the count at one again.
She squeezed her eyes closed so tight, little starbursts danced around the edges. She squeezed her bottom, too, not that it provided any protection whatsoever.
“Daddy is not happy with that little walking away in the middle of punishment stunt you just pulled,” he said.
“Sor-ry.” She really was sorry. Not just for the extra spanks it cost her, but she was embarrassed that she hadn’t been able to take it. She crossed one ankle over the other and tried to hold her feet down while her poor bottom absorbed the whipping.
When the twenty strokes finished at last, he stood silent.
She lifted her head to find him simply gazing at her, his eyes dark.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said in a small voice, reaching back to rub her throbbing bottom.
“I know you are, peanut. It’s forgiven now. Daddy forgives his little girl.”
Even though she knew he was just playing a part, the words warmed her chest. What was wrong with her? It frightened her how much she seemed to crave his approval.
“I want you to just rest here for a few minutes, but stay in position. Okay?”
She meant to ask why, but no sound came out. She dropped her head back onto his bed. The humiliating position in which she lay left her completely exposed and vulnerable. And also turned on. Her inner thighs quivered and her toes scrunched up as she imagined him returning and taking her from behind. She could hardly wait.
When Joel returned, she looked over her shoulder to see him carrying a quart-sized glass measuring cup filled with what smelled like fresh coffee.
“What’s that?” she ask
ed.
“Coffee. For your enema. It’s a liver cleanse, so it should help clear all the toxicity that’s causing your cold sore.”
She’d stopped listening at the word enema. What?
She started to get up, but he anticipated her flight, pressing a hand into her low back and touching something to the backs of her legs.
“Do you feel this?” he asked.
“Let me go,” she pouted.
Suddenly a line of pure fire erupted on her backside and she screamed.
“That is my crop.” He tapped the wicked instrument to her bottom, which she’d squeezed tight. “I require your total and complete cooperation or I will be using this crop on your bottom. And considering it’s already blistered, I don’t think you would enjoy that.”
She forced her held breath out. “No, sir,” she mumbled.
“Daddy will be giving you a coffee enema every day until your cold sore disappears.”
“But—”
“No, Rissa. I’m in charge here.”
She dropped her face back to the bedspread. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was too embarrassing to even consider. She buried her head under another pillow and pretended she was anywhere but with her ass high on display for her new kinky...boyfriend—? er, Daddy, to give her an enema.
“Reach back and hold open your cheeks for me, sweetheart.”
No. Way. Did he really want her to hold her own cheeks apart? It was bad enough to lie there and pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Open your knees,” he ordered. “Spread those cheeks wide for me.”
She reached back, cringing as she gripped her burning cheeks and parted them.
She smelled something like coconut and then Joel began massaging oil all around her anus. She didn’t want him to touch her there, and yet she found herself moaning and pressing back wantonly.
“I’m a...virgin back there,” she said, clearing her throat.
He increased the pressure on the massage, breaching her hole and rubbing all around the inside.
She moaned again.
“I’m so glad, Rissa Roo. I want to be the first to take your tight little ass. I will teach you how to please your Daddy.”
She squealed, her anus and pussy clenching down in a shudder of excitement, despite the resistance from her brain at the thought of anal sex.
“And after your enema, you’ll be nice and clean inside, so Daddy can do whatever he wants with his baby girl’s pretty bottom.”
She moaned again, feeling lightheaded.
He removed his finger, which she found disappointing, but he replaced it with the thin plastic nozzle for the enema. It didn’t hurt and when he didn’t move it, she hardly felt it at all. She wondered what it would be like if the nozzle had been a little wider around.
Suddenly a warmth began to fill her bowels. “Ahh,” she cried in alarm.
“Just relax, baby girl,” Joel said in a soothing voice. “You’ll need to hold this for at least twelve minutes.”
“Oh my God,” she cried in panic, feeling like she had to get up and run to the bathroom.
“Are you full? I’ll stop the flow,” he said.
The sense of urgency remained, even after he had clamped the tube.
“I have to go,” she wailed.
“Shh, relax. The need will pass after a few moments.”
She didn’t believe him. She had to go, and she had to go right then. But for some bizarre reason, she didn’t want to disappoint Joel by proving him wrong. He seemed to think she could do this.
She focused on her breathing, then starting silently reciting lines from the script to distract herself. After a while, she realized he’d been right, the urgency had passed. She sighed and laid her head in her arms.
*****
Marissa looked so damned hot folded over the pillows with the enema tube coming out of her thoroughly reddened ass.
He set a timer on his phone and placed it by her, in case she wanted to keep track of the time herself. She didn’t emerge from the pillow she’d pulled over her head. Adorable. The fragility of her emotional state concerned him, though. He wanted to reassure her and win her trust so she could really let go and be his baby girl.
She lasted eight minutes, and then her feet began twitching against one another. “Daddy,” she said, her voice rising in pitch on the last syllable. “I, um...Daddy? I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Okay, baby girl,” he said, slipping the insertion rod out of her ass. “You may go potty.”
She rolled off the bed, moving carefully, as if afraid she might explode. Her little buns squeezed together, giving her a duck-walk as she rushed for the bathroom with a single-minded focus.
He stood in the doorway watching, his arms folded.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, “do you have to watch?”
“You’re lucky I’m not into diapers or the kind of daddy who insists on taking you to the potty myself and wiping your ass.”
She dropped her face into her hands, but giggled. The muffled words, “this is so embarrassing,” reached him.
He grinned.
She wiped and flushed, standing up. “Okay, all done.”
“That was only half the bag. You have one more round to go.”
She groaned. “Did you just make up this coffee enema stuff or is this really going to help?”
He picked up her hand and led her back to her position over the pillows, inserting the wand in her anus and releasing the clamp on the tubing to allow the organic coffee to flow. “It really is an effective liver cleanse. It causes the liver to release toxins and get rid of them immediately. Normally when you take a liver tonic, the toxins have to go through your digestive system where they can be re-absorbed.”
She jerked when the warm liquid hit her, a little shudder running across her shoulders. She moaned softly. He wished the nozzle on the end of the enema bag was wider—more like a butt plug, so he could move it around and take her ass with it at the same time he filled her.
She held her body still for him and whined less, the unknown of it all conquered with the first round. He started the timer on his phone and leaned over to stroke Marissa’s hair. “You’re doing so well, Rissa Roo. Daddy will have to reward you for your cooperation.”
Her head lifted. “Really?” she asked, her voice hopeful.
“Absolutely. What would you like for a reward?”
“Well...” Her feet twitched together again, but she showed no other sign of discomfort. “What are my choices?”
He ran his hand down her back. “I’ll take you out for a fun date. You can pick what we do.”
“You mean, like, dinner?”
“I mean, whatever you want. Dinner, a show, a picnic, a nightclub. You tell me what feels like a treat to you.”
“You know what I’ve always wanted to see?”
She sounded so childlike. It warmed his heart to hear her natural enthusiasm bubbling up. “No, what?”
“Cirque du Soleil. Can you believe I’ve never seen them perform? And I love that kind of stuff.”
“I can arrange that,” he said, his mind already running ahead to figure out how to swing it. They’d have to go to Vegas for the night, which would mean booking a private jet, because he didn’t have his own. But it could be done.
His timer beeped. “Twelve minutes. You made it, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“I did? Oh God,” she groaned. “Take it out, take it out, take it out.”
“Hey, don’t get antsy now when you were doing so well.” He slid the nozzle out of her anus and patted the back of her thigh.
“Well, you were distracting me. Now all I can think about is—”
“Think of what I’m going to do to that ass of yours now that it’s clean.”
She hurried to the bathroom and released the coffee.
He didn’t follow this time, instead texting a producer-friend of his who had his own Learjet, asking for the favor.
When she emerged,
she removed her shirt and popped off her bra in a clear invitation.
Lust kicked through his veins. “Bring that sweet little body over here.”
She walked over, her eyes sultry.
“On your knees,” he said, his voice rough.
She licked her lips. Her peach-tipped nipples stood erect as she slowly lowered to her knees, her big baby-doll eyes never leaving his face. “Daddy, may I please…?”
“You want to suck Daddy’s cock, baby girl?” he asked, unbuttoning his pants and allowing his member to spring free of his boxers.
She moistened her lips again.
His cock jerked in anticipation of meeting that little pink tongue.
“Am I your good girl?” she asked, grasping his cock and kissing the head with closed lips.
He buried his hands in her hair. “Yes...now open your mouth and show Daddy just how good you can be.”
“Oh, I can be very good,” she purred, running the tip of her tongue under the rim of the head.
He tightened his grip on her hair.
She maintained the seductive eye contact and licked a slow line from the base of his balls to the frenulum. Stretching her lips, she engulfed his entire cock with her mouth, sending a shudder of pleasure down his inner thighs to the arches of his feet. She deep-throated him, her tongue swirling along the underside of his dick while she sucked him, hard.
His knees went weak. He grasped her head and pumped his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth as he held her still.
She made enthusiastic noises, her hips gyrating in a little dance, giving away her own arousal. “Baby, you are so good,” he moaned. But he wanted more. He pulled his cock out and lifted her roughly to her feet, propelling her backward. He protected the back of her head with his hand when she hit the wall, then lifted one of her knees and plowed into her.
She cried out, looping her arms around his neck.
He shoved in hard, pressing her body against the wall, thrusting in and up with each glorious stroke. He remembered he was bare-back at the last moment and pulled out, pushing her back to her knees and cumming all over her breasts.
She clutched at her pussy, as if dismayed by his hasty retreat.
He pulled her to stand, then lifted her to straddle him, walking her to the bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously on her back and spread her legs wide. “What’s the matter, does your pussy need some attention?” he asked, slapping it.
