by Maren Smith
I leaned into his embrace and was rewarded with a kiss to the head. “I trust you.”
“Good girl. Lay over my knee then.” He patted his lap.
“Will you help me?” I asked, unsure of exactly what he wanted me to do.
Without a word, he took my hand and guided me stomach down over his knees. It was an awkward position and my stomach tightened with nerves. I wiggled, trying to get comfortable.
“Okay, here is the deal, young lady.” His voice changed from comforting to stern. “This is going to hurt, but the only place that should hurt is your ass.” He patted the rear of my anatomy. “If it hurts anywhere else or if you are mentally unable to deal with it, you need to say ‘red’, that’s your safeword. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
“When you are being punished, you will address me as Sir.”
Sir? I didn’t like that at all. It seemed so cold and distant. “Yes, Daddy?” I tested instead.
His body tensed and he shifted beneath me. “I will accept that.” His voice deepened. “You have no idea what your sweet innocence does to me, Coral girl.”
He put his hand into the back of my pants and slowly pulled it down.
“What are you doing?”
“Naughty girls get spanked on their bare backsides. You need to feel the sting of skin against skin in order to fully learn y0ur lesson.”
I squirmed as he laid his hand on my bottom. “Your skin is so soft,” he commented as he gently moved his hand back and forth.
I pressed against his touch, the excitement from my bath the day before came rushing back to my pussy. “That feels nice.”
Wade groaned. “You’re not making this easy.” He stopped rubbing and took a deep breath. “What is your safeword?”
The word ‘red’ barely left my lips before his hand was crashing down against my bottom. I jumped more from surprise than pain, but as the sting spread, a warmth came over me. It felt like I had brushed up against a sea anemone and it was not altogether unpleasant. In fact, while most mermaids and merman avoided the colorful polyps, I did not. I kept some of them in my private grotto and found myself rubbing against them on more than one occasion. I liked the warmth and tingle they caused against my tail.
He slapped again and again, and the warmth grew and spread. Pressure built and I could feel the orgasm right below the surface. I whimpered, hoping he would keep going and give me another glorious relief, but just as I was almost able to fall over the edge, he stopped.
“No, please don’t stop.”
Wade was silent, but his warm hand returned and he gently kneaded my bare flesh.
“I think we have a problem,” he finally spoke. “Naughty girls are not supposed to enjoy their punishments and it sounds to me like you’re very much enjoying your spanking.”
“Please, just a little more,” I begged.
“Do you want to come, sweet girl?”
“Yes, please. I’m so close.” I squirmed trying to get him to continue.
“Do you think you deserve to have an orgasm when you have been so naughty for Daddy?”
No, I probably didn’t, but that was beside the point. I wanted it. No, I needed it and I needed it right now. “Please, Daddy. I will be a good girl. I will listen and follow your rules, just please give me more.”
“Such pretty promises from a desperate little girl. You’re making it hard on me to see this through, you know that?”
“I’m sorry.”
Wade chuckled. “No I don’t think you are. I think you are going to require some more creative punishments in the future.” His hand slid down the crack of my bottom and I spread my legs, giving him access to my needy pussy. He slowly explored with his fingers, making me moan. “I think my naughty little girl would only feel punished if she wasn’t allowed to come. What do you think?”
“Oh please no. I promise I’ll never be bad again.”
“Well, let’s not make promises we can’t keep.” He slid his fingers inside of me and the pleasure became almost unbearable, but I still couldn’t get the relief I so desperately needed.
With his fingers still moving inside of me, Wade began to spank once again. “I want you to remember this feeling next time you decide not to obey. Remember how bad you want to come, remember that ache and the pressure knowing that next time, Daddy won’t be so nice.”
“I will remember, I promise. Please!” I cried out the last word. He needed to believe me because if he left me like this I was going to die.
His fingers moved faster and his spanks grew harder. “I believe you. I shouldn’t, but I do. Come for Daddy, sweet girl.”
That was all I needed. Light exploded behind my eyes and my whole body spasmed as I fell into the deep abyss of pleasure.
Chapter Six
“I need to taste you.” Wade flipped me onto my back on the small bed and before I knew what was happening, his head was between my legs and his tongue was tickling my most sensitive areas. I wiggled and squirmed at the foreign feeling. My whole body shivered as I felt a second orgasm build instantly, but something wasn’t right. I had this need to be closer to Wade. I wanted to be connected to him, to feel his body against mine.
“Wait, please. I need you.”
Thankfully, Wade seemed to understand my disjointed sentences, and he stopped. Looking up at me, he smiled. “What do you need, baby?”
“I don’t know. I just need you,” I admitted.
“I want to give you everything, but I can’t until you are mine.”
“I am yours.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I do. I know that means you will be my Daddy and you will punish me when I’m bad, but you will also take care of me and treat me like a princess and give me yummy orgasms.”
“I don’t take this lightly, Coral. When I claim someone, it means something to me. I need to know that you want to be mine.”
I laid my hand on the side of his cheek. His face was a mix of worry and determination.
“I have never been so sure of something in my whole life,” I assured him and as I said the words I realized how true they were. I knew I wanted to come to the human world, and I did everything in my power to get here. I couldn’t help but feel I was letting myself down by giving myself to the first human I’d come in contact with. I hadn’t even planned to fall for a human but apparently the human world had its own set of rules and I was helpless to fight them.
Wade leaned down and placed his lips on mine in the sweetest chaste kiss. My first kiss, and as with everything that Wade had introduced me to. I wanted more. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him back to me.
“More.”
“Gladly.”
Then he kissed me for real, coaxing my lips open and drinking in my answering moan as he conquered my mouth with such hungry insistence that it made my head spin.
Breaking the kiss, Wade jumped off the bed.
“What happened?”
“Nothing, honey. I just need you and I can’t wait any longer.”
I watched as he tore off his clothes in quick frantic movements. I was barely able to enjoy the view before he was on me again. His warm skin against mine was a completely new sensation. I pressed up into him.
“Daddy will give you what you want, greedy girl.” He reached between us, his hand tickling my pussy before his fingers were inside me. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, please.” I arched my back, wanting him to keep doing what he was doing with his magical fingers, but then they were gone and something much larger replaced them. I had seen one image of a man without clothes on during my studies, so I had an idea what it was, but I was surprised at how big it felt as it slid into me stretching me to the point of pain.
“Are you okay?” I opened my eyes to see Wade staring down at me.
“It hurts,” I admitted. “But please don’t stop.”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
True to his word, he moved slowl
y, giving my body a chance to accept him. The further he got, the more amazing it felt and once he was fully inside, I was ready for him to move faster. Unfortunately, Wade didn’t agree. He didn’t budge, but instead renewed the scorching kiss from before.
With the feel of him seated inside me and his mouth moving against mine, I was lost. The entire world faded away. There was no mermaid world, no human world, no rules or expectations. All that existed was me and Wade, and all that mattered was what he was doing to my body in that very moment. It was perfect. Or at least I thought it was perfect until he started to move. If I thought his fingers felt good, this was pure bliss.
I moaned, unable to complete any more thoughts or form any words. I was completely overwhelmed with sensations. My orgasm was building, but it was bigger than any of the others had been. So big that it scared me.
“Wait,” I pleaded. “Too much.”
Wade stilled and I instantly regretted my words.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I just got scared.”
“Scared of what, my love?”
“The feelings are big.”
He smiled knowingly and ground hard against me. “Are they good feelings, little one?”
“Yes!”
“Should we keep going then?”
“Please.” I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, but it hurt more for him to stop than it had when the pressure inside me was building.
“Daddy’s going to make it all better,” he promised as he began to move again. This time his kisses were not aimed at my lips. He kissed the side of my mouth and continued down my neck until he was at my breast and laving my nipple with his tongue. And with that, my body tightened to the point of pain before the most glorious pleasure consumed me. Wade began to slam into me as I screamed my release. The orgasm went on forever, rolling through me, overwhelming me, devouring me. Wade thrust in one last time before he stilled with a roar.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I woke up in the small bed wrapped in Wade’s arms. I felt warm, safe, and happier than I ever thought possible. For a second, I thought about all of the secrets I carried and how they could ruin everything. I thought about my original plan and how it had changed in the blink of an eye. But honestly, none if that even mattered.
“Will it always be like this?” I asked the quiet room.
“I can’t make that kind of promise, little one, but I will do everything in my power to make it so.”
“I think I’m really going to like having a Daddy.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll remind you of that when you earn a real punishment. Now rest, little one. I already want you again.”
I giggled, excited at the idea of a repeat performance. “Yes, Daddy.”
The End
Chef Daddy
Golden Angel
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Chapter One
“Mmmm, gorgeous. Just gorgeous.” Chef Saul’s deep, rich voice was full of warmth.
“Melts in your mouth, doesn’t it?”
“And just a hint of almond, which balances perfectly with the coconut. Not a flavor combination I would have used for a pound cake, but you’ve made it work perfectly.”
“The lemon cream on top gives it just the right amount of citrus, too.” Chef Rachel smiled widely in approval, which Darnell drank up like a sponge. Shouldn’t he be used to being the golden boy by now? Vicky’s bitter thoughts made her stomach twist with unhappiness as she watched her fellow chef being lauded by their bosses.
Yeah, yeah, Darnell is the best pastry chef on the planet, blah, blah blah.
Her resentment swirled again, although she did her best to make her face expressionless as Chef Saul and Chef Rachel turned to her. Chef Saul’s piercing blue eyes met hers and her stomach flipped. Despite her best efforts, whenever he looked at her like that, she felt sure he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“So, what do we have here?” Chef Rachel asked, moving in front of Vicky. Brushing several of her long braids back off of her shoulder, she peered down at Vicky’s Earl Grey crème brûlée. It had seemed like such a good idea when Vicky had thought of it, but now she was having her doubts.
She had been running short of time by the end of her bake and the golden sugar crust on her brûlée wasn’t as even as she would have liked. The little tea leaf that she’d originally thought was cute now seemed like far too simple of a garnish.
“Hmmm.” Chef Rachel’s expression was skeptical as she looked over the little dish and Vicky tensed. “The garnish is a little bare, but sometimes simplicity is appropriate.” Ugh. Somehow, she even managed to make a compliment sound like… not.
“The crust is a little uneven.” Chef Saul said and Vicky’s heart sank in her chest. Of course he would notice that. Picking up a spoon, he tapped it against the crust. It cracked with a little crunch. “That’s a nice crunchy sound, though.” He scooped up a spoonful, Chef Rachel only a second behind him.
Vicky wrung her hands in front of her as they both took a bite.
Just once she would like to win this stupid contest. Show the whole kitchen she was a good baker.
It had started a few months ago when Chef Saul had decided to let one of the chefs from each station in the kitchen create a special for the week. Chef Rachel, his sous chef, had suggested making it a competition rather than rotating it between the chefs. That way they could ensure that each week the guests got the best of the best.
Everyone else seemed to love the competition, but Vicky hated it. She knew it was supposed to be a friendly rivalry. The whole point was that the restaurant would have the best special each week that it possibly could, and everyone benefited. No one outside of the kitchen knew who the winner was, and the winner didn’t get any special treatment or anything. There was no shame attached to losing.
None except the shame she put on herself.
She wanted to win dammit!
She wanted to show Chef Saul and Chef Rachel that she was more than just a competent pastry chef; that she could be creative and make something worthy of being the special. Or, at least, something that was better than anything Darnell or Audrey made.
Darnell was really the one to beat though, at the dessert station where she worked. He’d won three weeks out of four since the competition started. Audrey had beaten him once. Only Vicky was a total loser.
; Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered so much if she wasn’t Chef Saul’s girlfriend. No one had said anything to her, but she was sure everyone thought that was the only reason she still had a job. The burning need to prove that she deserved the job was growing stronger and stronger with every passing week.
“Hmmm.” Chef Rachel said again, looking thoughtful and tapping the spoon against her full lips. The urge to reach out and smack it away was almost overwhelming.
Vicky was completely sure that Chef Rachel thought the only reason Vicky had her job was because she was with Chef Saul. Vicky was also pretty sure that Rachel wished she was the one dating Saul.
“The flavor is pretty good, but the texture is…” Chef Saul’s voice trailed off and he pressed his lips together, as if thinking about what word he wanted to use. It felt like a ball of lead dropped straight into the pit of Vicky’s stomach.
“It’s overcooked.” Chef Rachel had no problem saying what she thought. “We could fix that if we needed to, but honestly I don’t think the flavors are quite on par with Darnell’s pound cake anyway.”
Pound cake. She’d lost to fucking pound cake. Who the hell made pound cake for a restaurant dessert? And won a cooking competition with it?
Her chest felt tight, like she was about to cry, but she pushed back any tears that tried to make it to the surface.
Saul
“This week’s winner for the dessert special, is Darnell’s Pound Cake.” Giving the young man a wide smile, Saul did his best to ignore Vicky’s pout and the dark look she directed at the back of Darnell’s head.
He was starting to regret the weekly contest, even though it had done amazing things for the menu and for the creative juices of the rest of the kitchen. Vicky’s attitude about it had become worse and worse every week and he didn’t know what to do. At least she managed to hide it from the rest of the staff.
