“It’s not good luck! You’re not supposed to be seeing me today, until I come down the aisle!” Libby pushed her hands against his chest, trying to keep Maddox’s bulking form from coming through the door to her little cottage at the wedding site. They would be in this same cottage together tonight, but she didn’t want to jinx her wedding day.
“We don’t care about that—we’re already married—there’s nothing to goof up. Let me in, Elizabeth.” He leaned into the door that she was desperately trying to push into his face.
Unable to close it entirely, and Daddy’s strength, Libby let the door fly open, watching him stumble into the room once she stopped struggling “—but you may deserve a good fucking after too.” Daddy’s eyes narrowed as he stalked her in the small living area of the cottage.
Libby backed up quickly, not wanting to turn her backside to him. She looked over her shoulder, to avoid tripping or falling onto furniture or tables. But the minute she took her eyes off of him, Daddy lunged forward, grabbing her by the elbows.
“Now you’ll be sorry, bad girl.” He tossed her over the back of the couch with a resounding slap to her bare bottom. “At least you followed my rule of no panties.”
Libby had worn a sleeveless silky lingerie nightie that came to just under her buttocks, but being tossed over the couch, the soft material rose above her bottom, leaving her completely exposed.
“Daddy!” She looked over her shoulder, trying to rise up, but when his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze darkening, she slumped over the back of the couch again. His hands worked at the belt at his waist, slipping the tail through the buckle. She clenched watching, her sex throbbing in response.
“Do you feel afraid, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Maddox nodded, pulling his belt of quickly, knowing that the slapping of leather made her shiver—every time. “Do good girls try to slam a door in their Daddy’s face?”
“They do if it’s their wedding day and Daddy isn’t supposed to see them!” Libby laughed in spite of speaking the truth. She loved sparring with him.
Maddox doubled the belt over, palming the buckle. “Who decides what is appropriate and what isn’t? Mmm?”
“You do, Daddy. But society has decided on that rule and you’re supposed to listen.” Her voice rose incrementally, trying to prove her point. Although she had no doubt in her mind that she’d lose this argument and it would end with a red, strapped bottom and the promised good fucking.
Daddy’s arm swung out with the supple leather bending. Libby turned her head to look at the cushion not wanting to see it strike her bottom. She attempted to squeeze her cheeks in anticipation but was unable to in this position. The smack of leather hitting across the crest of her backside sounds before her flesh felt the line of fire.
“Oh, Daddy. Jesus.” Her hand reached back to stroke the soreness.
“Where do those hands belong, bad girl?”
That deep, rebuking voice always had her clit throbbing. Her belly did a quick flip. “They stay on the cushions.”
“If they move again, I’ll be giving you extras with a wooden spoon when we’re done, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her Daddy didn’t mess around. If he said hands down, you better listen and do as you’re told. She dug her hands into the outsides of the cushion in front of her, hoping to avoid any further misbehavior. This was in good fun, but could go south quickly.
“And now we continue. Do good girls try to slam the door in their beloved Daddy’s face, pushing him brutally out the door?”
She laughed out loud, looking back to see his dimples showing, as he also quietly chuckled. “Well, sometimes good girls do things that aren’t really bad, they’re just…naughty.”
He raised one eyebrow at her. “There’s no such thing as just naughty, bad girl.”
The snapping of leather came quickly. Four lashes given in quick succession had her pointing her toes, stiffening in response. “Ow. Ow.”
“It seems that you might be changing your tune after those. Are you feeling repentant?”
“Well…I’m sorry my butt hurts. And I’m sorry that my panties will be uncomfortable today over the red marks I’ll have.”
Maddox shook his head, laughing. “I think I can up the ante here.”
Libby shouted, “No!” but Daddy swung the belt she swore harder and faster than he had in the last round. This time, he focused the strikes on the underside of her bottom. Her feet kicked, her toes pounding into the lower part of the couch.
“Are you sorry about your rudeness to your Daddy?” His soft hand rubbed her scorched flesh, kneading and plumping each cheek.
“Yes. Oh, God. I’m sorry.” She panted, out of breath, and hoping that he’d stop keeping this as fun and not taking it to a punishment level.
“And what about the door?”
“I’m sorry I upset the door too.” She couldn’t hide the chuckle at her sassy remark.
“Wise ass.” Maddox slapped each cheek with his open hand—hard.
“Ow. Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shut the door on you.” She didn’t want his hard hand slapping her anymore—she’d be sore enough from the belt.
“Good girl.”
Libby heard the zipper on Maddox’s pants snick down, and she pressed her hips down, grinding her clit into the hard edge of the couch in anticipation of him entering her. Her juices let down, sliding down her channel. She lifted her hips, swiveling them slowly, letting her clit lightly brush against the soft material.
Maddox’s fingers slipped into her sex. “Jesus, Libby you’re dripping. I love that your pussy weeps during a spanking.”
Libby pushed back, opening herself wide for him, anxious for him to impale her slick flesh.
Maddox slipped his fingers out quickly replacing them with his hot, rigid cock. He eased himself into her, pushing himself to the hilt. Her sheath pulsed and quivered around him. Libby ground herself on him, only to find herself immobilized as his large hands grasped her hips keeping her still.
“I can feel your hot little cunt milking me, girl. You needed this fucking today, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She groaned her answer out through gritted teeth.
“I’m going to tease you a bit longer, girl.”
She moaned, closing her eyes. She hated when he dragged her out like this.
He pulled out of her incrementally, her muscles shivering and shaking in her thighs, her arousal overcoming her. He slipped his cock out, letting the bulbous head slide through her labia, bumping her clit, gliding over and around her opening, but not entering her pussy.
She fought desperately to help him slip into her sex—to no avail—he wouldn’t let her move or let pound into her.
He slid his slick cock, covered in her juices, up her crevice to tease her anus, sliding between her cheeks.
“Oh, God!”
“Does that feel good to you girl?”
“Yes, Sir!” Her heartbeat and panting breath matched the rhythm of her sex, the slippery flesh pounding with need.
Maddox jammed his cock into her, impaling her so fast and hard that she grunted with the intrusion, and at the same time he dipped his thumb into her little pucker.
Libby shouted her body all aquiver, her belly muscles tight, her thighs shaking, and her sex pulsing and clenching, squeezing his hot, turgid member tightly. “Oh, Christ!” Libby stiffened, her hands climbing up the back of the couch until she felt planked over the back of the furniture, screaming with her release. She heard Maddox growl pounding so hard into her that she thought she may fall forward on the couch, but his grip on her ass and hip kept her in place.
Maddox continued to pump his thumb into her dark channel, until her spasms and thrusting abated. He kept her primed until she collapsed exhausted.
Maddox’s sexually charged, raspy voice whispered in her ear. “And this is why you never slam a door in my face. Lesson learned, babygirl?”
Her own husky voice responded, “Yes, Daddy.
”
Maddox lightly kissed her back, his hips and sticky semi-flaccid cock pressed against her still sore backside, until she felt her sex awakening yet again.
“Daddy, we have to move. We can’t do this again, we’ve got too many things to do today. And you still shouldn’t be here.” She pushed herself up, rising from the couch with his assistance.
“Do we need to discuss this again?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
“No.” She bit her lip, hoping she looked repentant enough. “But we have a million things to do today—and you have to go before my mother or yours comes over here.”
“True.” Maddox reached down, pulling his pants up, redoing his belt. He pressed Libby to him, her naked sex brushed against the silken material of his dress pants, swishing her hips slowly, caressing her petal soft, shaved pussy against his groin. Maddox shifted, prodding her thighs apart with his leg, pushing the muscled plane of his thigh against her dripping sex.
Libby closed her eyes, resisting the urge to take him again. “Daddy! We have to stop.”
Daddy straightened up with a groan. “Christ, this is going to be a long damn day.” He wove his hand through her hair, drawing her to him for a long, languid kiss, then with a sharp slap to her ass, he walked away pointing at her, “No panties under that wedding dress. I want that red, striped fanny rubbing against the material. Mind me on this, girl!”
“Yes, Daddy.” She blew him a kiss and knew she was the luckiest bride and babygirl in the world.
Libby stood with Maddox after their vows and rings were exchanged, looking out over the valley in Pala and getting their pictures taken. The venue they’d chosen was just gorgeous. The mountains in the distance, with the valley below, were the backdrop of their pictures and day. In the adjoining areas were pastures of horses and goats with rolling green hills. Yet, there was a gorgeous in the ground pool for the guests to enjoy later this evening.
Although she couldn’t wear her pink collar today, she had her bracelet on—their personal reminder of their dynamic—something their families wouldn’t probably understand, but their approval or knowledge wasn’t required.
Libby had worn a vintage lace dress, long and simple. The dress felt right for her wedding with Maddox. The material was delicate, dainty, and fragile—as she felt like his little girl. The dress was made in the old fashioned, vintage style that spoke to her age and the maturity of their relationship. Brandon and Alexis had been part of the wedding party and look so grown up in their formal attire.
“This is really a great place, Libby. You did an excellent job picking this venue.” Pam’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She and her mother-in-law had come a long way since their fight, and with the help of David, Maddox’s father and Maddox himself, the women were able to get past their difficulties and forge a pretty good relationship.
“Thank you, Pam. It’s just what we wanted for this day.” She snuggled into his chest, his lips kissing the top of her head. Her Daddy would keep her safe on this day—and many more she had no doubt—from his mother or any other possible threat to his little girl’s happiness.
“Are you and Dad enjoying yourself? Do you like your cottage?” Maddox’s deep voice rumbled through his chest, under her ear pressed against him.
“Yes. It’s just adorable, isn’t it David?” Pam’s voice sounded happy. Libby smiled to herself. Life was good.
David replied, “Indeed, it’s more than we could have needed or anticipated. Come along, Pamela. Let’s leave these kids alone. We can talk to them tomorrow.”
Libby watched them walk away, linked arm-in-arm. “It’s nice to have everyone getting along.”
“Yes, it is. Let’s mingle with our guests before the food is served.”
***
Maddox grasped Libby’s elbow, tugging her back to him. “How about we go to the cottage and have a quickie?”
“Maddox! It’s our wedding, we—”
“Exactly! It’s our wedding. If we want to escape for a bit, who would care?” Maddox raised his eyebrows at her, pleading with the gods above that she’d relent, or that he’d have some amazing manipulation skills today.
“More than likely quite a few people, Maddox.” Libby tried to pull away, but he was determined to drag her to their cottage.
“I already asked the caterers to delay dinner for a half hour and to serve more h’ordeurves in the meantime.” He had lugged her along with him, tucked into his side.
“You did what? Maddox! I can’t—”
“You better change that to Daddy quickly. Wedding day or not, you’ll speak to me in a respectful tone. It's been taken care of, Elizabeth. I’m not waiting to fuck my girl.” He pushed open the door, scooping her up in his arms before turning to enter the little cottage. Before he could shut the door, several of the guests saw them escaping and shouted with cheers, raised glasses, and whistles. Maddox waved back, closing the door and leaning against it, staring at a very, very pissed off bride.
“Great. I just became one of those brides. How am I going to go back out there?” She covered her face with her hands, the blush rising on her cheeks visible.
Maddox bared his face to him. “Look at me.” He waited until her eyes opened again. “They know we love each other; people aren’t going to care. Hell, if anything, they’ll be jealous. Now let me make love to my new bride.” He winked at her, and slowly watched her face melt into a smile.
“Okay. God, it should be a sin how easily you can sway me with those dimples and smile.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, enveloping his mouth with hers, her tongue darting in, teasing him.
Pulling at the long length of her dress, he rumpled it in his fists, hoisting it up over her hips.
“Wait. Oh my, God. You’re going to wrinkle it or, even worse, tear it. For God’s sake, give me a minute to take care of this.” She rolled her eyes at him, carefully lifting the material.
Maddox pinched her chin between his fingers. “You’ve been warned to be respectful. You know I don’t like eye rolling, you had better watch your step, little girl. Wedding night or not, you’ll end up with a sore bottom.”
Libby swallowed loudly, apparently the thought of a spanking—even a small one—gave her pause. “I won’t do it again. Promise.”
“See that you don’t.” He pulled her long, lacy skirt up, revealing her milky white globes, marred with some pink belt marks from this morning’s spanking. “Come over here; let’s see what I can do to your dress so it doesn’t get wrinkled,” he muttered under his breath as he guided her over to the kitchen table.
“What are we doing by the kitchen table? God, Daddy, can’t we just go back outside?”
“No. Now hush.” He had the material draped over his arm as he turned her around. “Scootch up onto the table.”
Libby opened her mouth to say something.
“Elizabeth Ann. Just do as you’re told.” He shook his head, knowing her nerves had her anxious. Once she sat on the table and he was confident that it wouldn’t tip over, he draped her dress onto the top and let the excess run over the edge.
She smiled sweetly at him. “Aww. Look at you. This will keep it flat. Thank you.”
“Don’t you dare tell any of the men that I did this, I’ll be laughed out of The Playpen.” He sauntered up to her, standing between her knees. “Pull your dress up so that pretty pussy is showing for me. I want your knees to spread so wide that I can see your clit.”
They’d been together for four years, and yet she still blushed when she had to deal with forced exhibitionism, which made him love requiring her submission even more.
Libby did as required, holding her dress up to her waist, biting her lip in apprehension.
“Your hot little cunt is dripping, babygirl. How long have you been dripping today?” He slid his finger gingerly along the ruffled inner lips of her pussy; her lower belly quivered with his touch.
“Since I saw you, Daddy.”
“That’s the answer I like to hear, sweetie.” His f
inger skated along the edges of her clit, her hips jerking. On a hunch, he bent forward, lightly blowing on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Libby groaned, her neck lengthening as she closed her eyes tilting her head backward.
“Your hot cunt just winked at me, baby. You want something to squeeze?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, God.” One hand reached out, squeezing his upper arm in a death grip.
“Okay, sweets.” Maddox knelt before his bride, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, tugging her forward, jamming his tongue into her hot, soft sheath. Her juices dripped down his face quickly. He lapped at the sensitive, slick tissue, fluttering his tongue over her clit, her body rocking on his face. Her sweet nectar is coating his tongue, and her scent filling his nostrils. His cock was so hard that Maddox worried he may not be able to hold his ejaculation back. His little vixen apparently had needed this all day.
Libby growled deep in her chest, her hands wove into his brown curls, pulling so tightly his scalp burned with the intensity. Her breasts bounced on his head, and he fought the instinctual urge just to rip her dress away, letting them spill out, plump and ready for sucking.
Maddox focused on her clit, taking his time to lick carefully along the edges, flicking the hardened tip, now exposed from its hood. He lightly sucked on it, blowing little puffs of air onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She had begun to sigh and mewl, writhing on the table, the wood creaking under her weight, her mound grinding upon his face. When Libby started panting and whining, Maddox jammed his tongue into her slick, hot channel, licking the sensitive areas, his nose rubbing frantically on her clit, she stiffened, her muffled shouts barely contained behind her closed lips, her thighs and knees squeezing him in a vice-like hold.
Her shaved, now sticky mound bounced off his face, and he swore the power of her legs would pop his head off. He licked, lapped, and sucked furiously his face dripping with her sweet, musky juice.
Libby’s body relaxed, and she slumped onto her back on the table, panting loudly. “Christ, am I alive?”
“Obviously, my dear. I, on the other hand, will more than likely have a splitting headache. Your thighs can challenge any nutcracker, baby.” Maddox rubbed his temples dramatically, sending her into peals of laughter.
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