by Maggie Ryan
“I’m quite positive we will be cleared for sex, but this was about making sure you were healthy enough to have the kind of sex I want to teach you.”
“What kind is that?”
“Anal, oral, vaginal, often and sometimes quite hard, especially if I fuck you as part of a punishment. Does that scare you?”
Her nipples were like bullets beneath the robe and as her heart was pounding, new visions of what they’d be doing together flashing through her mind. She answered honestly. “Yes, a little, but… not enough to run.”
Sawyer laughed. “I’m very glad to hear that.” After he dressed her, they left the exam room. Dr. Harper confirmed that she was a very healthy young woman and that though both her vagina and anal canal were very tight, with a bit of training and a bit of restraint, they should have no trouble enjoying a healthy sex life.
“Do you have any questions?” Dr. Harper asked, closing her file and smiling at her.
Giving her daddy a look, Jane returned her gaze to the man who had turned out to be pretty nice and who’d not said a single word about her pink bottom during the exam. “I read somewhere that a person should not swallow soap. That soap is actually considered poisonous.”
The doctor chuckled. “I’m guessing that someone is worried about having her mouth washed out?”
Jane shifted a bit on her daddy’s lap, but valiantly continued. “I just wanted to know if that’s true. I mean, you’re a doctor and took the Hippocratic oath about doing no harm, so if you knew that maybe one of your clients was… um, going to poison someone, even accidentally, you’d have to tell them not to, right?”
Dr. Harper nodded. “I most certainly would, but I don’t think you have a thing to worry about, Jane.”
Turning to look at her daddy, Jane said, “Did you hear that, Daddy? Dr. Harper said it’s not safe to wash my mouth out.”
“No, that’s not what he said, young lady. He said you don’t need to worry when I do wash your mouth out,” he corrected, his eyes twinkling a bit. “And he’s right, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about being poisoned as I won’t be using soap.”
She didn’t have time to really consider his words as he was setting her onto her feet and shaking the doctor’s hand. Jane walked beside her daddy through the waiting room, surprised to find it crowded. It was clear that there were far more people who lived a different sort of life, enjoyed the dynamic of ageplay than she’d imagined. When she saw another young woman who looked quite nervous, Jane smiled and gave her a little wave.
As they left the house, Jane was about to pull the wrapper off the grape lollipop she had been given for being a ‘good patient’ when her daddy plucked it from her fingers.
“Hey! I earned that!” she said.
He slipped the candy into his pocket. “You also earned something else, didn’t you, little girl? I’m afraid any treat will have to wait until your punishment is completed.”
Jane looked up at him to find his expression seemed to be a mixture of anticipation and determination. As he helped her into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she asked, “I thought since you… um, let me come, that the punishment was really over.”
“Your climax was part of your exam and does not negate the need for me to complete your lesson.”
“Does that mean no coffee or breakfast either?”
Sawyer’s smile should have reassured her, but the look and the finger that he lifted to run along the seam of her lips had her breath catching in her throat. “I’m not going to let you starve, sweetie, but I believe you’ll be grateful not to have anything on your stomach for a bit longer.”
“Why?”
“Because after I give you your whipping for lying, I’ll be washing those naughty words out of your mouth. And while I won’t be using soap, you might wish I were.” As if sensing her confusion, he continued. “I’ll be using a totally natural ingredient, and it will come from my cock as I fuck your throat.”
Chapter Eleven
Jane did not seem to be aware of their entry into the building, his introduction of the doorman or the elevator ride to the top floor. She’d been quiet on the drive to his place, her shifting in her seat and futile glances in his direction telling of her nervousness.
Sawyer took her purse and helped her out of her sweater, laying both on a table in the foyer. Once in the living room of his apartment, Jane also seemed not to notice the floor-to-ceiling windows making up an entire wall, showcasing the city below them. When she wasn’t looking down at her feet, she was sneaking peeks at the belt around his waist, or darting glances at his crotch.
That was fine. There would be plenty of time for a tour later. For now, it was time to move forward. She needed to learn that she could count on his words and that every time she chose to be naughty, she would pay a price. This punishment would be more intense than the two spankings she’d received so far. While he could commiserate, he had no intention of not starting off the way he would continue. He knew of a sure-fire way to draw her out of her semi-trance.
“Pull your panties down.”
Her head snapped up, her eyes widening. “Wha-what?”
“You heard me. Reach beneath your skirt and pull your panties down.”
It took her a moment, but she obeyed, blushing furiously as she lowered her panties, looking up at him when they reached her knees.
“All the way down,” he instructed and once they were at her ankles, she straightened, her hands now holding her skirt to her sides as if afraid some nonexistent gust of wind would blow it up and expose her bare bottom.
It took only a minute to roll his sleeves up to his elbows, her eyes watching every single fold of the cloth. “Do we need to discuss why Daddy is going to take off his belt and whip you soundly?” he asked, reaching for his belt buckle.
Her breath hitched as she lifted her eyes to his, her mouth opened and yet she finally just shook her head. That would not do as he wanted her directly participating.
“I expect a verbal response, young lady.”
“No… no, Daddy. I-I know why.”
“All right then.” Pulling the leather free in one smooth movement, he wasn’t surprised to hear her soft mewl. Naughty young ladies quickly learned that the whoosh of a belt being removed equated with it being used against their bare little bottoms. Sawyer slowly folded the belt in half and held it against his thigh. “Go bend over the arm of the couch.”
Her feet shuffled and her eyes remained on the belt. “Please… I-I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I’m sure you are. Now do as Daddy says and bend over the couch. Lift your skirt and present your bare bottom to Daddy.”
She’d learn that he believed that it helped put her in the proper mindset when he made her prepare herself for her punishment, even having to bring him various implements when instructed. By the time they were done, she’d have no illusions that she hadn’t been naughty or that her daddy was going to allow her behavior to go unpunished.
He watched as she slowly shuffled to the large leather sofa, looking back over her shoulder when she’d reached it, her hesitancy obvious.
“If I have to ask you again to position yourself, you’ll get additional strokes against your thighs.”
With a soft cry, she reached behind to tug her skirt up to her waist and then practically threw herself over the well-padded arm of the couch. Sawyer grinned to see that she kept her hands cupped over the lobes of her bottom as if attempting to hide her nakedness. While it was absolutely precious, it also meant she was still not fully obeying him.
Sawyer stepped forward. “Is this how I instructed you to present, Janie?”
Her head turned back and she began to nod. When he simply quirked his eyebrow, the nod became a reluctant shake. “What did Daddy tell you he wanted to see?”
“My… my bare bottom.”
“That’s correct and yet I’m seeing your hands instead.” He could see her reluctance as she slowly slid
her hands off her ass. “Put your hands under your chest or down into the cushions as I don’t want to accidentally strike them. Lay your face down, stick your bottom out.” Once she obeyed, he placed his palm against the small of her back. “Six strokes, Janie. I want you to count each one and let the bite of my belt remind you that Daddy does not allow his precious girl to lie… not to him and not to herself. Understand?”
“Ye-yes, Daddy.”
Lifting his arm, he swung, the belt catching her directly across the center of her bottom. She squealed, attempting to rear up, but his hand kept her in place.
“Give me a number, Janie, or the stroke won’t count.”
“One!” she said instantly.
“Good girl.” The second stroke was delivered an inch beneath the first.
Her feet kicked up and her cry was louder as the line bloomed against her skin. “Two!”
The crack of leather meeting bare flesh was distinctive… one heard over centuries when little girls or errant wives were being reminded that naughtiness had a price. The third stroke had her jerking her hips to the side.
“Three! Daddy, please! No more!”
“Three more, Janie. Settle and keep your bottom lifted. Come on, little one, I know you can do this.”
When her striped bottom lifted, he delivered the fourth and fifth, and though she bucked and screeched, she gave the proper count.
“Last one, but know that if we have to address lying again, the count will not be so light.”
The last stroke was delivered to caress her sweet spot, causing her to kick up both feet, her hands drumming against the sofa cushion, her head arching back as she screamed. He gave her a moment, knowing her ass was on fire. “Number, honey.”
“Si-six.”
Sawyer rubbed his palm over her hot cheeks. Though he was pretty sure she thought he’d skinned her alive, he knew the welts would disappear within a couple of hours and there would be no bruising. He helped her rise, biting back a grin when she immediately threw her hands behind her, rubbing furiously as she bounced around. He knew he should forbid her from attempting to soothe her bottom, but her little ‘hot bootie’ dance was just too adorable. Instead, he threaded his belt back around his waist and then reached for her, leading her to the front of the couch. Taking a seat, he guided her to stand between his legs.
“On your knees.”
She knelt, her eyes locking onto his hand as he reached to unbutton and unzip his pants. Pulling his cock free, he fisted it in one hand while reaching to cup her chin with the other.
“Little girls who choose to spew filthy words get their mouths washed out. Open.”
Janie again swallowed hard but her lips obediently parted.
“One day you will suck my cock for both your pleasure and mine, but this is punishment, Janie. It won’t be easy. Daddy is going to fuck your mouth hard. You will accept the correction and will swallow every drop I give you. Understand?”
“I-I don’t do this very… very well,” she said softly, her face going crimson.
“We can work on technique later,” he said. “Right now all I want you to think about is that Daddy will not allow his precious girl to be vulgar. Now, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
* * *
Jane was quite sure that there was no way his cock was going to fit in her mouth. He was huge! Far larger than any man she’d ever dated. He was also far sterner, far more confident, absolutely certain that she’d obey him. And though her ass burned, the whipping having taken her very breath away, she obediently parted her lips. Shame suffused her as she stuck her tongue out, already very, very sorry she had cursed.
Her daddy moved to thread his fingers in her hair, fisting strands close to her scalp, instantly and silently informing her that she was not the one in control. Her hands moved to splay against his thighs as he guided his cockhead to lie on her tongue. When she bent forward to take him into her mouth, the fist in her hair pulled her back.
“No, you aren’t pleasuring or worshipping my cock. You will do exactly as I say and only as I say.”
She couldn’t answer as he hadn’t pulled her back far enough to break the contact between her tongue and his cock.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” he said, and once she’d lifted hers, he slid his cock back and forth along her tongue. It should have been humiliating but for some reason, that wasn’t the emotion that flowed through her. Instead, she could feel submission consume her even as moisture slipped out of her, gathering in the folds of her sex.
Sawyer smiled and as if understanding that she was ready, if ignorant of what was expected, he placed his free hand against her throat and her pussy gushed.
“You will feel as if you can’t breathe, but know that I will not take you further than you can go.”
For some reason, his words and the hand on her throat weren’t threatening… they were settling. How she trusted him with her very breath, she didn’t know, but she did. With a nod, he slid forward, filling her mouth inch by inch. Her lips begin to close but when he shook his head, she opened them again—the desire to suck, to lick, to taste overwhelming, but the desire to obey, to atone, was stronger, allowing her to simply be the vessel, the cock sheath he required.
That was her last coherent thought as her punishment began. With a thrust, he pressed against the back of her throat, withdrew and thrust forward again. It was sudden, it was demanding, and as she fought not to gag, she understood why she’d not been allowed to eat or drink.
This was nothing like any blowjob she’d ever given. His cock completely filled her mouth, stretching her lips to a point she was sure was obscene-looking. Drool slipped from her mouth as she attempted to grab breaths whenever he pulled back to allow it. Her eyes watered until he was nothing but a blur. Her fingers dug into his thighs and the sounds coming from her filled the room as he did exactly what he’d promised and fucked her face.
His bulbous head continued to push against her throat, demanding she accept him. She’d never once had a man push into her throat, never imagined they’d be able to, but there was nothing she could do to avoid her daddy’s entry. He held himself still until she began to panic, pushing against his legs.
“No,” he said sternly, not pulling back until she relaxed her hands. He retreated a bit, teaching her that she could breathe shallowly with her mouth full of him and then withdrew completely, his cock slick with her saliva as she gulped large lungfuls of air.
“What was that naughty word you said?”
God, she didn’t want to say it… not now when she knew that doing so would earn her his cock cutting off her very breath. She shook her head, her eyes pleading not to have to answer and yet he arched his eyebrow and waited.
“Fu-fuck,” she whispered. “But, I’m sorry! I won’t ever say it again, I swear!”
“I never want to hear that word out of you unless we are in bed and it is said in passion. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
He nodded, his hand stroking up and down his impossible length. “Open.”
With a whimper, she licked her lips and, like the good girl she was so trying to be, she opened her mouth wide and he began again.
Jane had no idea how long she was on her knees. She only knew that her world consisted of nothing but her daddy’s cock. She gagged, her stomach rebelled, her lungs complained, and yet he didn’t stop until with a final few, deep thrusts, he pulled back a fraction.
“Every drop,” he said a moment before his cock jerked, sending a flood of his seed into her mouth and down her throat. It was far too much for her to accept even though she tried, swallowing convulsively, but still some of his cum slipped from her lips.
“Suck and clean me.”
She obeyed, her tongue swirling around his cock, licking up his shaft and across the head that had battered the back of her throat.
“Open,” he said.
When she obeyed, he withdrew his cock a
nd for some unfathomable reason, she instantly missed having it commanding her, controlling her, dominating her. When he swiped a finger across her chin and then presented a bit of semen she’d missed to her lips, she instantly opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to accept the gift.
“Such a good girl,” he said, the praise warming her. Her throat ached, her ass throbbed, but when he reached to pull her up, settling her on his lap, she couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby girl, but it’s over. You did very well in accepting your punishment. All is forgiven and you have a clean slate. I’m proud of you, Janie.”
“You are?”
“Yes, little one. The question is, are you ever going to say you don’t want to be here, doing this, having me as your daddy?”
She shook her head. “I’d rather learn to suck you for pleasure than have you wash my mouth out again,” she said, her face heating as she tried to picture how she must have looked. “But, I can’t imagine not having you as my daddy.”
He hugged her hard, bending to kiss her, shocking her that he didn’t seem to care that his scent had to be on her lips, his seed still coating the mouth that his tongue was now sweeping. His hand patted against the welts he’d placed on her bottom, and she knew that every word she’d spoken was the truth. Breaking the kiss, he gave her another hug and then said, “I promised Dr. Harper to make sure you receive proper nutrition. How about some breakfast?”
“Do we have to go out? I’d rather stay here with you, Daddy.”
He smiled and gave her bottom another pat. “Let’s go see what I can whip up in the kitchen.”
Jane grinned and squirmed a bit at the word ‘whip’. “I’d love to cook breakfast for you, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “Daddy is supposed to take care of you, little one, not the other way around.”
“But I love to cook. I’ve been saving to go to culinary school and it would be good practice. Please, Daddy?”
