Daddy Says

by Maggie Ryan

  Jane nodded and then gave her friend a long look. “But you want the same, well, maybe not the daddy part, but the rest. How do you know that Brian does too?”

  Sarah grinned. “Remember how I said I was going out and not to wait up?”

  “Yes, I figured you were just giving us some privacy.”

  “Well, that’s true, but I also needed to answer that question. Brian took me to that club we kept talking about.”

  Jane’s mouth dropped open. “You mean Silk?” At her nod, Jane lowered her voice. “How was it?”

  “Fantastic,” Sarah said. “Let’s just say that I don’t need rent money, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be having a roomie.”

  Giggling, Jane slapped her friend’s leg. “No wonder you want me out of here. You need my room!”

  “Don’t be silly, girlfriend. Brian and I will share my room.” Looking around Jane’s old room, she smiled. “This just might become our own personal play space though. I can see a spanking bench where that desk is, perhaps a set of stocks by the closet. A rack on the wall for canes, hooks for paddles and whips…”

  Jane slapped her hands over her mouth to hold back her giggles, but failed miserably. The two women hugged, each happy for the other. “We can get together and compare notes,” Jane suggested. “I’m still discovering there is so much those books don’t tell you.”

  “That’s the fun,” Sarah said, finally standing and pulling Jane to her feet. “You don’t need books; you’ve got a hot hunk just waiting to teach you everything you could possibly want to know.”

  “And some things I’d never really considered,” Jane said, reaching behind to rub at her bottom. They returned to the living room to find Sawyer who stood and took her into his arms.

  “Ready to go, Janie?”

  Sarah beamed and giggled. “Janie, huh? You’ve got a Little name!”

  “I do,” Jane said, “but more important, I finally have a real daddy.”

  * * *

  After eating the dinner that Mrs. West had left for them, Jane and Sawyer decided it was time to go to bed… though it was not yet nine. She’d been hesitant to place her items among his, but he’d simply led her into the closet where she discovered he had made an entire side available to her as well as a built-in dresser for her folding clothes. Once that was done, he set her stuffies on a shelf of one of the bookcases that flanked the fireplace and the few pictures she’d brought were scattered in both the living room and his office.

  “This is your home now, baby girl,” he said. “There is nothing I’d rather see than the things that make you, you, surrounding us.”

  As they entered the bedroom, she did feel at home. Mr. Bear sat on a chair by the window, a quilt her grandmother had made draped across the back.

  “Come here,” he said, and when she did, he quickly had her stripped naked except for her panties. They were new, one of several pairs he’d purchased for her. “You look adorable,” he said, cupping her bottom and drawing her close.

  She leaned against him, her nipples rubbing against his shirt, the warmth of him surrounding her. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” she said softly.

  “Believe it,” he said, bending to kiss her curls. “I will be yours for however long you’ll have me.” He paused and lifted her chin, tilting her head back. “And, I hope that will be forever for I can’t imagine not having you in my arms.”

  She smiled and he kissed her, igniting her every sense. When he pulled away, it was only to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed. Bouncing, she squealed as she landed on her butt and the plug made its presence known.

  “Um, Daddy?”

  “Yes?” he said as he began to remove his clothes.

  “When are you going to… take it out?”

  “Take what out?” he asked, unzipping his pants and pushing them down.

  “You know.”

  “Baby, you need to be clear on what you want,” he said, his hand moving to pull his cock from his briefs. “Are you talking about me taking out my cock?”

  Her breath caught as he stroked himself, her heart and her blood racing as her new panties became damp. That wasn’t what she’d meant, but she certainly didn’t mind that his obvious sign of arousal filled her with desire. When she remained silent, he tugged his briefs down.

  “I didn’t hear an answer,” he said, beginning to walk toward her, his cock leading the way.

  “Um… I meant… my plug,” she admitted, wondering why she had to blush every time she said something the least bit embarrassing.

  “Ah, the plug you’ve been such a good girl holding inside your sweet little bottom for Daddy? The one that I’m quite positive you never believed you’d forget about? That plug?”

  Squirming at the truth of his statement, she nodded.

  At the edge of the bed, he grinned down at her. “All right, on your hands and knees, head down and bottom up.”

  She scrambled to obey, trying not to think about how she must look with her face pressed to the duvet and her bottom clad in her new panties with ‘Daddy’s Girl’ emblazoned across her ass pushed up.

  “Now, what is Daddy going to discover as he pulls these adorable panties down, I wonder,” he said. “Besides a pretty little plugged pucker, that is. Am I going to find my little one’s pussy is wet?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

  “Wonderful,” he said, peeling the panties down her bottom and off her legs as she lifted each knee. “Spread.”

  She obediently repeated her actions of earlier, holding her cheeks open, gasping as he worked the plug from her bottom, then moaning when his finger immediately took its place. “Good girl,” he said. “You’re learning to open. A few more sessions with bigger plugs and I’ll soon be filling this little hole with my cock, won’t I?”

  “Ye-yes, Daddy,” she said, no longer as worried about the inevitable, wanting to feel him taking possession of her last virginity.

  He played with her pucker a few minutes longer, assuring her pussy continued to moisten and her clit to swell. She expected him to enter her from behind as he had in the shower, but after removing his finger, he bent to place a kiss on each of her cheeks and then pulled her up, holding her against his chest as he raked the covers back.

  “In you go,” he said, releasing her to climb between the sheets before joining her. He kissed her deeply and then slowly dragged his lips down her body, lingering on each of her breasts, laving and suckling on her nipples until she was writhing, her legs spreading, her hips lifting, silently begging him to enter her.

  “Such an eager little one,” he teased, moving down to kiss her stomach, running his tongue around her navel before dipping inside. She arched her back at the sensation, her nipples growing even tighter. Her pussy received its own kisses, its own swipes of his tongue and when he slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her, taking her clit between his lips, she grasped the sheets and began to plead.

  “Please, please, Daddy… I-I need to come!”

  “Not yet,” he said, his breath wafting across her throbbing clit.

  “I have to!” she cried, her body ready to explode, her hips lifting higher.

  “Daddy said not yet,” he reminded, giving her bottom a squeeze. “Do you need help in obeying?”

  “Yes!” she said, sure she’d not make it another second.

  His first slap against her sex shocked her, the second had her squeal, and the third had her moaning. If this was supposed to be punishment, she would never voice the fact that all it did was ratchet up her need to come. That was until he grinned and the next swat had her eyes flying wide and her squeal becoming a yelp.

  “See the difference?” he asked, his hand cupping her mound. “Funishment versus punishment?”

  “Ye-yes.”

  “Do you need another swat before you are my good girl?”

  Her head tossed on the pillow. “No, Daddy. I-I’ll be good.”

  He smiled, g
ave her cunny a squeeze and then lowered his head again. It was hard and she did feel greedy as he’d already made her come several times that day, but with every lick and nibble, she had to fight against disobeying him. Finally, when her entire body was quivering and she was afraid she’d rip a hole in his sheets, he lifted his head.

  “I love it when you tremble, when you make those needy little moans,” he said, moving up her body. “And I love it when you scream my name. Come for me, Janie.” With a single thrust, he buried himself in her and with another, his name echoed around the room.

  “And Daddy can’t tell you how much he loves feeling your tight little cunny hugging his cock as he fucks you,” he said, dropping his mouth to hers as she continued to contract around him while he pumped in and out of her.

  She didn’t know how he held back, but she came again before he began to thrust harder, pushing one of her legs up so that her knee was at her shoulder in order to go deeper, pinning her down as he took his own pleasure—pleasure she so wanted to give him in return for the incredible gift he’d given her. Her hands roamed his chest, his shoulders, tangled in his hair, holding him tight as he gave a final thrust and released deep inside her.

  When he pulled back, he smiled. “And I love it when my little one has to be reminded to breathe.”

  She inhaled loudly, filling her lungs. “I can’t help it. You make me feel so loved, so treasured… knowing you’re my daddy leaves me breathless.”

  Epilogue

  Jane looked out at the door from the kitchen at the guests gathered in Arturo’s. It was the same restaurant and yet everything was different. Tonight she wasn’t serving. The temporary wait-staff had been hired for the night, allowing her friends to attend the party where the food served had been prepared by her. It had been a year of change, one that had offered her so many challenges, times when she’d doubted herself, sure she had bitten off more than she could chew. But every time she’d faltered, her daddy had been there.

  The day he’d entered the penthouse and found her sitting on the kitchen floor, sobbing because the fourth soufflé she’d attempted had failed, he’d immediately sat down beside her, pulling her onto his lap until she calmed. With gentle words of encouragement and a kiss, he’d convinced her to try again. As she’d gathered fresh ingredients, he’d cleaned up the huge mess she’d made while she cooked. This time the soufflé was perfect and she’d beamed when he pulled out his phone to record what he called ‘culinary perfection’. After snapping the picture, they’d sat out on the balcony, her again on his lap as he’d fed her each delicious bite.

  It hadn’t all been so lovely. The day he’d entered to see her waving a knife in the air and heard her screaming obscenities over the impossible expectations of her teacher, having to duck to avoid being hit by the tomatoes she’d thrown, he’d taught her that wooden spoons were not just meant for stirring. Despite the throbbing all across her nates, she’d still been seething. When she’d continued to curse instead of making an apology, her daddy had led her into their bedroom.

  “Take off all of your clothes and kneel on the bed.”

  “I don’t have time for a quickie. If I don’t learn how to make perfect fucking knife cuts, all my work, all those years of saving won’t matter. Is that what you want? To have me fail this fucking course so I’ll be your… sex slave whenever you’re in the mood?”

  “Janie, you obviously need to be reminded that your culinary instructors are not your only teachers, nor the ones you truly need to be concerned about. Remove your clothes, get on the bed on your hands and knees, head down and that red ass well up.”

  “Why? You’ve already paddled me.”

  “Baby girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it stops this instant. Your choice of language and your continued defiance have earned stripes across that ass and, young lady, you’re going to experience your first intimate punishment fuck as well. I guarantee it will not be a quickie though I’m sure you’ll be wishing it were.”

  His tone, his stance, his look had told her she’d pushed a button she never should have touched. When she’d heard the sound of his belt being pulled from its loops, she’d forgotten all about lessons other than those given by her daddy. By the time she’d stripped, she’d been very sorry she’d not stopped her tantrum after the spanking in the kitchen.

  The belt had risen and fallen a dozen times, each one leaving a searing stripe across her flesh. Her tears had soaked the duvet.

  “I’m so sorry,” she’d said between sniffles.

  “That’s a start. Now, turn around and face me.”

  She’d adjusted her position, watching as he’d removed his pants and briefs. Though she’d known what was about to happen, she hadn’t made a move, having learned that she was to wait for his instructions. When he’d approached the bed, she’d looked up from her kneeling position.

  “Open,” he’d instructed and once she had, he’d guided his cock into her mouth. “I suggest you get it nice and wet.”

  Her lips had closed around his shaft, and her tongue had begun to lick along his length, swirling across the thick crown. She’d expected him to begin to thrust, to wash out her mouth for the vulgar words she’d uttered, but after a few minutes, he’d instructed her to release, withdrew his cock, and had demonstrated yet again that she was not the one in charge.

  He’d patted the edge of the mattress, saying, “Lie on your back, pull your knees up, and spread those legs wide.”

  Once she had, mortified at the picture she must make, her striped ass burning against the mattress, her legs splayed open like a frog about to leap, he’d given her another instruction.

  “You will keep your eyes on mine as I punish you. Drop them and I’ll add a pussy spanking to your lesson. Understand?”

  “Ye-yes, sir.”

  “Keep your legs open and reach between them. Spread your ass apart.”

  She’d hesitated a moment, but then obeyed, a bit startled at how hot her skin felt as she dug her fingertips into the cleft of her bottom and dragged her buttocks apart. The sound of the flip-top opening on the bottle of lube had told her exactly where her daddy’s cock would be going. They’d been having anal sex for months now, and she had not only stopped considering it as taboo, she’d experienced incredible pleasure when he’d gently slide into her ass, filling her to capacity. But… that day, she’d known it wouldn’t be the slow, soft lovemaking of before and hadn’t been able to suppress a shudder.

  “Please,” she’d whispered. “I know I was naughty—”

  “Then you understand that when Daddy says you’ll be intimately punished, you are going to get your ass fucked hard. This will not be pleasurable for you but you are not to fight me, Janie. It will hurt, but I will not harm you. Understand?”

  “Yes… yes, sir.” She’d known that was the truth. He’d never harmed her. Hurt her, yes, as he was a firm believer that when punishment was earned, every stroke of hand, paddle, brush, or belt needed to count.

  “Pull those naughty cheeks further apart. Present your pucker and ask your daddy to give you a hard punishment fuck.”

  “Please… please give me a hard… hard punishment…” She’d shuddered again, the next word she’d been instructed to utter the one that absolutely guaranteed she’d be sorry. She’d had no doubt that this time would be any different. Her eyes had filled with tears, not of physical pain, but at the knowledge that she’d so disappointed him.

  “I’m waiting, Janie.”

  Taking a deep breath, she’d nodded. “Please, Daddy, give me a hard punishment fu… fuck.”

  “Where?”

  Her daddy had taught her many things and this one… waiting patiently for her to fully acknowledge what was going to happen… what her choice of misbehavior had earned her, was one that truly allowed her to sink into submission. “In… in my bottom.”

  She’d watched as he’d applied a very small amount of lubricant to her pucker. Shame had filled her at hav
ing to witness his every move instead of being given the chance to hide her face in the duvet. When he’d slid his finger inside her pucker, she’d been determined to accept her discipline with dignity. After spending just a few seconds to spread the lube inside her channel, he’d tossed the bottle aside.

  He’d moved between her legs, his voice stern as he said, “Remember, keep those eyes open. I want you to watch my cock sink into that tight little ass of yours. Put your hands over your head.” Once she had, he’d taken her ankles and lifted her legs in the air, pressing them back toward her shoulders, practically bending her in half before spreading them wide. Moving forward, he’d placed his cockhead at her entrance. She’d barely had enough time to take a deep breath and push back before he thrust into her. Screeching at the abrupt entry, so different from that when he gently took her, she’d learned the definition of intimate punishment. The sight of his shaft, partially buried inside her most intimate opening had ensured her eyes slammed shut.

  “Naughty,” he’d said a second before she’d screeched at the slap he’d placed directly on her pussy lips. “Get those eyes open!” Once she had, realizing he had taken both of her ankles in one hand, she’d watched the other drop down to slap her pussy twice more. These weren’t for play… each one had her cry out. “Are you going to be naughty again?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  She’d understood he used these moments, forcing her to vocalize things that embarrassed her in order to focus her entire being on what her choices had earned her. Understanding his methods did nothing to negate the shame she felt at having to participate.

  “I’m going to watch you punish me… inside my bottom.” When his eyebrow had remained quirked, she’d swallowed and tried again. “I’m going to keep my eyes on your… your cock as you push it inside my ass and give me a… a hard punishment fuck.”