by Madison Faye
As my pucker pulsed, I silently willed myself to melt into an unrecognizable puddle.
“I g-guess so…”
“In all honesty, I want this week to be filled with more snuggles than discipline, and hopefully, my house will become your safe space where you can express all your day-to-day concerns as well as your dreams and fantasies. By the time you leave, I’m hoping we’ll be the best of friends and you’ll have plenty of good memories to write about, but unfortunately, there will be some embarrassing times, too.”
Just the way he said embarrassing was enough to make my core clench. “Since we’re being honest with each other, can I ask a silly question?”
“No questions in this house are silly, Lori.”
Nervously, I smoothed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “I agreed to be trained by you, but for some ridiculous reason, it didn’t occur to me that you’d be seeing my bottom… bare.”
His grin instantly shifted to one side. “Of course I will.”
“H-How soon?”
“Tonight, when I take your temperature.”
A cocktail of desire mixed with trepidation percolated in my belly as I waited for him to confirm what I’d already assumed.
“I’ll be taking it rectally.”
Chapter Three
“Jeans and panties off,” he said, opening the dresser drawer. “Then I want your tummy touching the bed.”
“Is this an exercise in humiliation, or do you really want to know my current body temperature?”
His head swiveled to meet mine. “In this house, you’ll do as you’re told without question, young lady.”
As I lowered my panties, something curiously clenched inside me. “Are you really doing this because I haven’t written any anal scenes in my books?”
“This is only the beginning of your training,” he maintained through a crooked grin. “Now then. Would you like to remove your panties, or would you prefer that I do it? Because if I need to ask again, this thermometer will be poking out of an extremely sore behind.”
“Can I crawl up onto the bed and take them off after I roll on my belly?” I asked, not wanting him to see my pussy.
His sigh was loud and exaggerated as he extended a hand.
After getting into position on the mattress, I reached back, tugged the cotton panties down my thighs, and heard a distinctive snap. It sounded just like a rubber band, and I couldn’t resist turning my head to see what he was doing.
Jesus. It was a latex glove he’d just snapped around his wrist.
“Now relax your bottom while I smooth some lubricant around your little puckered hole.”
“Wait a minute. You didn’t say anything about…”
But before my thought ended, his lubricated finger had already rounded my rosebud and as I wiggled nervously, a sharp smack landed on my tender thigh.
“Be still.”
“I’m not an expert in this area, but…”
“Enough!” he scolded, sliding his thick finger into my anus. “Are you in control, or am I?”
A rush of air spilled from my throat as his finger pushed deeper, invading my dark, private space. “Y-You are.”
“What would be the appropriate way to address me at this moment?”
“Y-You are, Daddy.”
“That is correct,” he casually agreed while removing his finger to give my ass a brisk slap. “Now, up on your knees, and I’ll take your temperature.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh, but you will,” he assured while helping me get into the humiliating position.
It was obvious he had a clear view of my pussy as he tilted my hips up in the air, but just when I thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he gently tugged on the short hairs that surrounded my bottom hole.
“Hey …”
“I think my little one needs a shave. But that will be taken care of at another time,” he promised nonchalantly, poking the tip of the rigid instrument in and out of my trembling muscle.
“What are you doing?”
“Daddy wants to see if your sweet rosebud quivers when it’s properly teased,” he said, taunting my sensitive rim before sliding the thermometer back into my shivering pucker.
It was bad enough that my ass was vibrating but then my damn clit started to shudder, so I slid downward and clenched my cheeks together, in hopes of hiding my arousal.
“Nope,” he scolded, removing the thermometer as his hand landed on my ass. I probably jolted upward from the surprise of being spanked rather than from the actual pain, but before there was any chance of catching my breath, a second smack touched down onto my other cheek. In all honesty, I’m sure he could’ve spanked me harder, but just the embarrassment of him chastising me in that way had my face radiating a blazing heat and my pussy pulsating. “Up on your knees, bad girl. Are you testing your daddy?”
“N-No.”
“Would you rather have a plug nestled in between these delicate cheeks? Because as I’ve told you, I own a full set, and they’re the prettiest shade of pink, which would currently match your naughty behind.”
I lowered my head, raised my hips back up, and swallowed a deep groan.
“Ahh, that’s my good girl.”
As he repeatedly poked my nerve-filled hole with the sturdy instrument, I sucked in a dramatic breath and grabbed the comforter to bury my reddened face. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I said, my words muffled by the quilted fabric.
He smacked the lower half of my bottom several times with one hand and held the thermometer still with the other. “Though the daddies you’ve written about were pushovers where their sassy, disobedient little girls were concerned, I am quite the opposite. Are we clear on that?”
I turned and met his unwavering gaze. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now touch your wet pussy lips.”
“Dear God. You’re asking me to play with myself?”
“That was not a suggestion, it was an order, and you will do as I ask, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
As I ran a finger along my slippery slit, John continued teasing my anus with the tip of the thermometer, gently entering and exiting my crimped entrance. And though I had several retorts floating in my head, when your bare ass is tilted upward and someone is poking a thermometer in and out of your bottom hole, you tend to shut the fuck up.
“Mmm-hmmm. Your pussy is pretty slick, eh?”
A hot streak shot up my neck as I nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling my cheek to the side before fully inserting the bulbous end of the instrument. “Now let’s keep this inside you for a bit, and I’ll take it out when it beeps.”
My flushed face fell in disbelief. “You aren’t done yet?”
“Patience, my dear. Patience,” he tenderly whispered. “Daddy’s almost done.”
Closing my eyes, all I could do was will this anal activity to be over. “I-I’m trying to be good. I really am.”
“I know you are, princess,” he noted, twirling the thermometer one more time before it beeped.
“All done?”
“Yep,” he said, removing the rigid instrument before patting my behind. “You can lie quietly on your tummy, while I wipe the thermometer off and check your temperature.”
Lowering myself to the mattress, all I could think of was hiding my saturated pussy, which had been on display for too long. Way too long.
“I’m thinking your temperature might be running a bit high. That will happen when you’re aroused.”
“Good to know,” I muttered facetiously into the quilted duvet. “So, can I get dressed now?”
“You may get your jammies on and go straight to bed.”
“But it’s only nine-thirty, and Criminal Minds is on in a half hour…”
“I guess you’ll have to catch the show when it airs again at an earlier time, because I have a strict rule that lights are out when the clock strikes ten,” he stated in a casual tone.
Chapter Four
Present time
Though John had done his best to make sure I had all the comforts of home, it was odd waking up in a strange bed, and as I rolled over, my butt was still a bit sore from the spanking I’d earned last night for not observing his insane bedtime rule. But before I could yawn, his voice boomed from the hallway.
“So, did you have a restful night?”
“I had to sleep on my tummy,” I admitted, turning over to avoid his eyes, which were probably sparkling.
“Well, that will happen when you brazenly disregard my rules. But each day begins with a clean slate, my darling little one and it’s a beautiful, sunny morning. So, would you like your daddy to prepare breakfast while we make plans for the day, or would you prefer to dine in a restaurant?”
My lips instantly curved upward. “What’s on the menu here?”
“I can probably prepare anything you desire, but my specialty is pancakes.”
“With butter and real maple syrup?”
“Yep.”
“And you want to spend the day with me? As in, all day?”
“It’s something you’ve always wanted to do with your daddy, isn’t it?”
As my eyes peered downward at the quilted duvet, I absentmindedly picked at a loose thread. “I guess.”
“Well, I’m available to spend the whole week with my young lady. So, why don’t you make a quick stop in the bathroom, and then we’ll meet in the kitchen for breakfast?”
It was still hard to believe that he cleared his work calendar just to train me. Gazing into his hazel eyes, I searched for the truth. “What’s really in this for you?”
His smile was warm and wide. “Not everyone in this world has an ulterior motive, kiddo, so why don’t you just think about some things you’d like to do, and I’ll try to make your wishes come true.”
“Hmm. You’re starting to sound like my own personal genie in a bottle.”
John’s chuckle was soft as he crossed his arms. “If you obey my rules, the rewards will be sweet. But when you disobey your daddy…”
“I know, I know,” I mumbled, rolling out of bed. “I remember what happens.”
“You already felt the sting of my hand, but the next time you’re naughty, my discipline will be a bit more severe.”
For the second time that morning, my wide eyes connected with his.
“You’ll feel the kiss of my belt on your bare behind.”
* * *
John took the empty breakfast plate from me as I licked my lips. “Those pancakes were delicious. Where did you learn to be such a good cook?”
“After my wife passed, I needed a hobby. So, I turned to all the cooking shows on television for ideas and the internet for recipes.”
My sigh was heavy as I looked into his warm, expressive eyes. “I’m glad we’re going to spend the day getting to know each other better, but what should we do?”
“It’s obvious we both have a lot of personal history to share, so why don’t we talk while I show you around Austin?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed, gathering items to return to the fridge.
“Thanks for your help, young lady. But I’d rather you get dressed while I clean up the kitchen.”
In silent agreement, I walked to the doorway and then pivoted to face him. “Don’t you think it would be a good idea to tell me where we’re going, so I’d know how to dress?”
“If you like to shop, we have a great shopping district…”
My hand flew to my rapidly beating heart. “Are you kidding?”
“I’m not only serious, I’m also buying. The whole day is on me.”
I jutted a finger in the air. “I’ll be right back.”
* * *
I’d never been to Austin before, so I was completely overwhelmed with the 2nd Street district, which was a one-of-a-kind shopping experience. It seemed the avenue was lined with boutiques rather than standard store chains and the owners were unbelievably friendly.
John bought me anything my heart desired, and I’m sure people in the stores thought he was my sugar daddy. After all, he’s almost twice my age, and his demeanor was gentle but authoritative.
“Let me carry those for you, darlin’,” he insisted, taking the heavy bags filled with new clothes off my hands.
“When you said settle down, young lady in the boutique, I thought the owner’s jaw was going to permanently unhinge.”
“Did it embarrass you to be scolded by your daddy in public?”
“Y-Yes,” I admitted in a small voice. “Did you really have to do that in front of everyone?”
“The next time you argue with me, you’re going to get a smack on your bottom—and I won’t care where we are or who sees it,” he chided, stopping in front of a café. “Now. Shall we stop for a short break before we continue shopping?”
“If we’re stopping so you can hear my life story, I’m warning you it’s not all that interesting…”
He raised his eyebrows while opening the heavy glass door for me. “Everything about you interests me, Lori.”
After we made ourselves comfortable at a table for two and ordered coffee from the waitress, John tilted his head. “Are you ready to tell me the real reason you decided to write a series of daddy dom stories? Because anyone would think that your placement on the New York Times bestseller list should have encouraged you to stay in the mystery genre.”
Not wanting to make eye contact with him, I turned my neck and gazed out the window. “I’d fantasized my whole life about being cared for and loved unconditionally, so it seemed like the right time to put my feelings on paper.”
“I understand the D/s genre has exploded in popularity. But it seems you’re also turned on by it, and you must know that some readers like to fantasize about taboo sex. So, I’m wondering why you never included much of that in your books? Were you afraid of the truth?”
“Ahh, the psychologist in you emerges once again…”
He chuckled and cupped his hand over mine. “Since you’re staying in my home to be trained in this lifestyle, wouldn’t it be a good time for honesty?”
“Uh-oh. Here’s our waitress…”
“A regular black coffee for the gentleman, and a vanilla latte for the lady. Enjoy, folks!” the server announced, before pivoting on her heels to make a quick exit.
As I watched him blow the steam off his mug, my lips curled upward. “I hate to change the subject, but you haven’t told me your story yet.”
“Fair enough,” he said, sitting back in the chair. “Jeannie and I were married right before my stint in the military, and Jake was born after our first anniversary. While studying for a degree in psychology, it occurred to me that my wife desperately missed having the love of a real father, so I stepped in and became part husband, part daddy. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
“I’m so sorry to hear about your wife…”
“Thank you. Unfortunately, my son worries that I’m lonely.”
“But your job as a therapist must keep you pretty busy…”
Moving forward in his chair, he took a small sip of coffee. “I also have a hobby reading the books my son publishes, and from what I’ve read, you have an abundance of talent.”
“Naturally, Jake thinks I need more experience…”
“That’s right,” he declared, his sparkling eyes connecting with mine.
“So, what’s on our agenda tonight, Sensei?”
Angling his head, he lowered his voice. “Your daddy is going to bathe you.”
Jesus Christ.
* * *
At the end of the day, I followed John to the guest bathroom, and my eyes were drawn to a few items sitting on the large shelf of the white porcelain sink: a woman’s wet/dry electric shaver, a disposable razor, and a can of shaving gel.
“That was so nice of you to supply me with toiletries, but I brought my own shaving kit…”
“Yes, I’m sure you did. But while you’re staying in your daddy’s house, he’
ll be the one to shave your pussy and the area around your tight little pucker. I want them both smooth as a baby’s bottom.”
My gulp came immediately after his subtle wink. “Silly me. I thought those were for my legs.”
“I’ve set a towel over in the corner of the bathtub for your behind to sit on when I’m ready to shave you,” he maintained through a lopsided smile while turning on the faucet, “and I highly suggest undressing, so you don’t get your clothes wet.”
At first, my eyes were drawn to the rush of water spilling into the tub, and then my gaze slowly traveled to his. “Don’t you think we should talk about this?”
“There’s only one thing we need to discuss,” he said, adjusting the temperature handle. “Are you in charge, or am I?”
“You are,” I responded, lifting my arms so he could remove my top.
As he knelt on one knee, his head angled slowly toward mine, and my eyelashes lowered as I corrected myself.
“You are, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now take the rest of your clothes off, and I’ll help you into the bathtub. After you’re all nice and clean, we’ll work on that shave.”
I thought it would be embarrassing for John to watch me remove my bra, but it didn’t hold a candle to his unwavering stare as I lowered and stepped out of my panties. His glittering eyes were glued to the soft wave of curls that covered my mound, and he obviously felt no need to hide his focus as he stretched out a hand to assist me into the tub. Finally, as my bottom cheeks touched the warm water, I watched him squirt something from a pink plastic bottle under the flowing faucet.
“When was the last time you were given a bubble bath, sugar?” he asked, tilting my head back slowly before pouring a cup of warm water through my hair.
“Never.” My admission came quickly, and I heaved a heavy sigh hoping there wouldn’t be any more questions about my miserable past. I’d read that some people who enjoy this lifestyle have had perfectly normal childhoods, so what would be the purpose in bringing up my life story? Thankfully, he must’ve sensed my angst over the subject and brought the conversation back to the present as he massaged a clear fragrant soap into my scalp with strong fingertips.
