by Maren Smith
I stopped her, holding up a staying hand. “Don't go any farther unless you're sure, little girl. You're playing with more than just my emotions here. It's my livelihood. As I stated before, it's a risk I'm willing to take, but only for the real deal, the whole shebang.”
“And that would include you being my daddy?”
“That's part of it, yes.”
“And there would be rules?”
My cock hardened. I shifted my stance. “Most certainly.”
“I probably wouldn't be allowed to do things like stay up late, and eat junk food for dinner, and skip class.”
“Definitely not.”
“I would probably be punished for getting a poor grade on a quiz,” she hinted.
“You most certainly would. You’d get a nice hard spanking, and you would sit on a sore bottom and study.”
“Yeah.” She shuffled her feet and twisted a lock of her hair. “That would suck.”
“Probably a little,” I conceded, half smiling in spite of myself.
“But,” Amy continued, still twisting her hair, “having a Daddy would mean having someone who cared if I was doing well in school and taking care of myself, and all of that.”
“That's also a big part of having a Daddy, yes.” God. She was so fucking adorable right now. I just wanted to scoop her into my arms and lay my claim to those pouty heart-shaped lips of hers. Then I wanted to bend her over my desk and lay claim to her ass, in more ways than one. She was still talking. I forced myself to focus and listen.
“A Daddy takes care of his girl?”
“Yes, always. It's not all rules and discipline. Daddies also like to pamper and spoil.”
“And have hot sex.”
“Yes, there is that,” I sputtered, laughing.
“Reed…” This time when she approached, I didn't step away. Our bodies were so close, they were almost touching. I gulped. The air in the room became stifling.
“Reed,” she said my name again, and I cupped her cheek with my hand.
“Yes, little girl?”
“Will you be my daddy?” The words came out rushed and whispered. “I won’t get scared and break it off this time. I know what you’re risking. I missed you and I have a better understanding now of what you were offering and how badly I need that in my life. I'll accept whatever rules you set, and if you want to punish me for that quiz, I won't complain.”
“Yes, little girl, I will be your daddy. And I most definitely want to punish you for that quiz. I've honestly thought of nothing else since I graded it last night.”
“I've thought of nothing else since I took it,” she admitted. “I suppose that means I should probably come over tonight, huh? For my spanking?”
“Oh, you should most definitely come over tonight,” I answered. “But your spanking has nothing to do with it. I'll be taking care of that now.”
She sputtered in disbelief as I strode across the room to shut the door. When I returned, eyes wide, she shook her head. “Reed! We're at school. What if someone comes in? What if they hear?”
“They won't hear.” Grabbing her shoulders, I turned her to face my desk and positioned her the way I wanted her. Palms flat on the wooden surface, ass out. She was still protesting as I flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties down to rest below her bottom. “A cane is pretty quiet, although you probably won’t be.”
“A cane!” she shrieked, but she didn't move from her position. I knew she was okay.
“Yes, a cane. What was that you called me earlier? Professor Daddy? A professor Daddy definitely uses a cane.”
“Eek!”
“You're getting six,” I announced. “And I will finish your punishment later tonight. I get off at six and will be home by 6:30. Don't be late.”
Before I finished talking, I swished the cane through the air and laid it with a soft but satisfying crack across the center of her ass. A thin red welt appeared immediately, and the way she sucked a sharp breath made me smile with satisfaction. Six wasn't many, but she would feel it for the rest of the day.
I laid two more strokes below the first, and she reared up, her hands flying back to cover herself.
“Back in position,” I ordered sternly. “Or I will add another.” I tapped her thighs lightly with the end of the cane and she hesitated, seeming to weigh her options before doing as I asked.
“Four,” I counted out loud, watching as she squirmed. “Five.”
Five thin red welts for me to admire later as I buried my cock between her cheeks.
“Six.”
This one was the hardest, and there was a tremor in her voice as she cried out. “I'm sorry, Daddy.”
I dropped the cane but smacked her ass hard with my hand. “You will do better next time. Anything below a B will get you more of the same. In any of your classes. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy! I'll do better I promise.”
I righted her panties, and skirt, and gathered her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“You did very well,” I praised.
“It really hurts!” She pouted, reaching behind her to rub her bottom. “You should kiss it and make it better.”
“Maybe later.” I pointed to the clock. You have class soon, and you better not be late. Daddy doesn't like that.”
Chapter Six
Reed
“You were late to my class, Miss Stinger.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be. It's just a very early class, and I overslept. I was up too late.” Though she was trying to look contrite, her eyes gleamed with mischief. I groaned and adjusted my growing erection as I remembered our late-night activities.
“Sounds like you need an earlier bedtime,” I chastised. “And a spanking. You know what the punishment for being tardy in my class is. Bend over the desk.”
She huffed, but she was trying not to smile as she obeyed. So was I. These after- class discipline sessions, not to mention the infractions that caused them, were happening a little bit too often for my liking. Overall, this was normal behavior. She was testing the waters and boundaries, and I didn't mind that too much, but I would be putting a stop to it tonight. This little girl was in for more than just a spanking over my desk.
She only had a short time before her next class, so I started without any warning, smacking her ass through her thin leggings. I used my hand like a paddle and put all my strength into the volley of swats I was giving. After only a dozen, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Don't think this discussion is over, little girl. Daddy has had it with your shenanigans and testing boundaries. Tonight, you will be punished, and put in your place. We will go over your rules once and for all, and all this testing to see what will happen will stop, because you are about to find out about all the tools I have in my arsenal to punish a naughty little girl.”
I poked a finger between her cheeks, pressing at the opening there with my finger through the thin fabric of her leggings. “Daddy is going to punish this bottom inside and out.”
Her response was a low squeak and a slight tremble. “Yes, Daddy.”
I smacked her ass again before letting her up and taking her into my arms. I was just about to give her a goodbye kiss and send her on her way when the doorknob to my classroom jiggled hard.
Amy gasped and jumped out of my arms, and I strode across the room and yanked the door open. If someone had been there, they had left, and mixed into the crowd. Great. I had no idea who had been there, for how long or what they had seen through the little window in the door. As I stood there, staring into the hall, Amy joined me.
“Reed?” She looked scared and unsure. I could relate, but I rushed to reassure her. “It was nothing, I'm sure. Wrong room or something. Get to class.” I shot her a pointed look full of warning. “You really don't want to be late twice in one day.”
She frowned, not entirely convinced by my reassurances, but left anyway, jogging down the hall to reach her next class. I shook
my head. She was lucky this was a relatively small campus, or she’d never make it.
After she left, I sat at my desk, eating my lunch and reading the paper, while trying to convince myself that it had indeed been nothing.
I had almost succeeded when the door swung open, and Dean Bryant entered with an expression that was all business.
My heart started to race, and my palms grew clammy. I was doomed. We had been caught. I was sure of it now. There was no other explanation for the dean's presence or that stern look on her face. The only questions that remained were, just how much had she had seen, and, would I still have a job at the end of the day?
Dread building in my heart, I forced a smile as I stood up to greet her.
Without smiling back, she closed the door behind her. “We need to talk.”
Amy
When I pulled up to Reed’s that evening and saw his car in the lot, my stomach sank. Was I late? He hated tardiness and did not tolerate it, whether in class or out. I had learned very quickly to arrive at his place on time each evening, especially if I was already in trouble for something, as was the case today. Parking my Honda Civic in the lot next to his Pinto, I checked my phone. 6:20. Not only was I not late, I was ten minutes early. Mentally patting myself on the back, I shrugged off any concern I might have had and exited the car.
Reed met me at the door, and my stomach sank all over again the moment I saw his face. I couldn't quite put my finger on what about his tense expression set my every apprehension on edge, but it immediately had me running down my mental of list of most recent activities in search of what I might have done wrong.
“I'm not late,” I informed him, as he guided me inside with a hand on the small of my back.
“I didn't say you were.”
Rather than reassured, that put me more on edge than even before. The soft click of the front door closing was an ominous, foreboding sound. I cast another glance at Reed. He looked his normal stern self. I told myself I was just nervous about our impending conversation and his promise to ‘put me in my place,’ along with the very real threat of ‘punishing my bottom inside and out.’
He led me into the kitchen where the small table had already been set for dinner. The oven was on and the savory aroma of garlic and tomato wafted on every breath.
There were even wine glasses.
I looked at him with surprise.
“It’s frozen lasagna and store-bought garlic bread,” he said, the barest hint of smile not quite banishing the grimness of his expression.
I was about ready to ask who’d died. “And the wine?”
He shrugged. “It's not a school night. We have lots to talk about.”
Shit.
“Well hell, pour me a glass and let’s get to talking.”
I expected the smack on my bottom that followed. “Not quite yet. The lasagna won't be done for quite a while, and you and I, little girl, have an appointment in my study.”
At last this was an echo of the Reed I had come here expecting to see. Relieved, I did my best to hide a grin as he led me down the short hallway to his study. It was a room I was fast coming to develop a love/hate relationship with.
As soon as we were across the threshold, Reed took charge. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me close and his lips claimed mine in a deep kiss.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that,” he growled when he pulled away.
“Well, you don't have to stop!”
“Yes, I do. There are other things I have been waiting far longer for.”
The couch in the corner of the room was a new addition, and it had quickly become our favorite place. Not only was it perfect for discipline, but it was also great for what came after. When Reed picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, I knew that was his destination and my pussy convulsed, more than ready for all the delicious sensations that lay in store.
He sat down and flipped me onto his lap, face down of course. It was his favorite position to have me in. Reed was definitely an ass man.
As soon as I was in position, he carefully removed my shoes and stripped me of my leggings and panties, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Such a cute little bottom,” he whispered, tracing his fingertips in random patterns across my bottom until I was squirming with anticipation. “And so surprisingly white. I think you’re starting to grow accustomed to my discipline. I’ll have to start punishing you a little more harshly now, so I can be sure the lesson sticks.”
“Nooo,” I whined, throwing in a whimper for good measure. I knew the threat was supposed to be scary, but at this moment, with one hand on my ass and his other hand cupping my pussy, I only felt aroused.
“Oh, don't even pretend you don't want more. If I was punishing you strictly enough, you wouldn't be pushing so hard and testing the boundaries so often.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. What else could I say? He had my number.
“I told you I was going to put a stop to that, didn't I, little girl?”
“Yeah,” I answered flippantly because he hadn't put a stop to it yet.
I was immediately rewarded with action I craved as he spanked me hard a dozen times in quick succession.
“Still testing those boundaries, I see.” He tried to sound stern, but he chuckled. Then he grabbed my hair. Warm arousal flooded through my belly and into my nether regions. The hair pull was his signature move, a sign that the tides were about to change, and I’d better fall into line.
“I told you I was going to put you in your place tonight, sassy little brat. Do you remember how I said I was going to do that?”
I shook my head. “Mmmm mmm.”
He smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump. Cupping, squeezing, his palm followed the curve of my bottom down between my tensing thighs and his fingers found me more than wet already. Parting my folds, he gave me no warning at all before shoving two disciplining fingers all the way up inside me. I arched my back, my pussy gushing in wanton pleading for more.
“You're lying to me. You are so wet and ready for me, and I can tell that you remember exactly what I said. Tell me. Tell me how Daddy said he was going to put his naughty little girl in her place.”
Waves of heat flamed my face, and I hid behind my hands, mortified by how turned on I was when he made me do this.
“Tell me. What did Daddy say?”
Oh, this was so shameful. But I knew without being told, that the punishment for not obeying him right now would be a whole lot worse.
“Daddy said he was gonna punish my bottom inside and out,” I whispered.
“That's right. I need you to be very sweet and submissive when we talk later. I'm going to plug your bottom to help you remember.”
“I've never had anything in there,” I admitted meekly.
“I know. Only Daddy's fingers. But Daddy likes to punish naughty bottoms, so he bought you a naughty girl plug.”
Robbing my needy pussy of his fingers, he transferred the slick wetness of my own body up between my bottom cheeks, rubbing it all around the tightness of my back hole. Now and then he pushed, making me squeak as I shivered in anticipation. His body shifted beneath me as he leaned down to reach for something he must have stashed by the couch earlier, just so he’d be ready for it now. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t help but look anyway. He held up the plug for my inspection. It was short and not too wide, made of bright cotton-candy pink silicone, and possessed of a heart-shaped base with ‘Daddy's Girl’ emblazoned on it.
Eyes wide, I liked it immediately. For all that I’d fought it—and him—in the beginning, I liked being Daddy’s Girl. So, from color to size to wording, he’d made the perfect choice for me as far as I was concerned, but how in the world was that going to fit up inside me?
“Are you ready, little girl?”
I winced. “Maybe?”
I twisted around as much as I could without getting out of position so I could watch as he bent down again, this time to retrie
ve a small bottle of lubricant. It popped crisply when he opened it and squeezed a generous amount on both the plug and his hand.
“This is going in your bottom, and it's going to stay there for the rest of the night.”
Oh my god!
Unable to watch anymore, I twisted back to bury my face in my hands. I was equal parts mortified and aroused; a state which was becoming commonplace in my daily life with Reed.
Reed must have figured he had tortured me enough for now, because he didn’t draw it out any further. The next thing I felt was the cool silicone pressed up against my tight bottom hole.
I clenched my cheeks, an involuntary reaction that he calmly countered when he cupped my right buttock and separated them again. “Don't clench, baby girl. Take it like Daddy's good girl.”
The reminder relaxed me, and I forced my body still and limp against him. He pushed harder with the tip, applying gentle pressure until I felt it enter me. I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out. It didn’t really hurt, but the sensation of being invaded like this was such a foreign feeling. Reed was patient, and slow, but firm and determined. Soon, I felt the pinch as the fullest part slipped all the way inside me and, at last, the base rested between my cheeks.
I wiggled my bottom, testing the sensation. No pain, just awkwardness and a deep desire pooling in my belly. Having something lodged in my bottom and knowing it would stay there until he took it out wreaked havoc on my emotional state. I was a submissive pile of goo, which I was sure was exactly what he wanted.
I lay in silence, barely breathing, waiting to see what would happen next.
Finally, Reed spoke. “You are Daddy’s girl.” His voice was warm and full of pride.
“Daddy’s girl needs to be put in her place and reminded of how things work around here.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Stand up.”
I rushed to obey, and once I was up, so was he. He led me to his desk.
I stifled a groan as I bent over it, palms down, ass out, a position I knew was expected of me.
