by Rachel Burns
I took a deep breath like he taught me to do in such moments. I moved my body against his, in the same pace as he was thrusting.
“Very good. This is the quickest way to get what you want.” He was beaming at me.
I nodded at him. My daddy was always right.
I rocked my body up, and he rocked his in and out of mine. The timing was perfected. The moment that he was the deepest inside of me was the moment that our bodies met. His body pressed against my clitoris, making me want to go wild. I kept myself in check because I knew he was right.
Daddy had been teaching me all kinds of new sex tricks. We did things with counting and breathing. He told me he wanted to spice up our love life. It was never boring with Daddy. He never made me do anything that I didn't feel comfortable with. He had changed so much since the beginning.
Things were working out so well between us.
“Daddy!” I called out.
“Is this just how my little girl needs me?” he teased me.
“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.” It was getting harder to breathe. I needed to bite into something. I turned my head to the side and bit into the corner of his pillow.
I had already ruined a couple of pillowcases that way. His butler couldn't understand where the tiny holes came from. He asked Daddy about it a couple of times at breakfast.
Daddy answered that he didn't know, while the butler worried that we might have some sort of bedbug.
Daddy had smiled at me nicely once the butler was gone. “It must have been a bedbug with adorable tiny teeth.”
I liked that we shared secrets together, just the two of us.
Daddy was picking up speed. He was getting close, and so was I. I clung to him, wanting to be even closer. It frustrated me at times that we didn't share one body. I wished I could always be with him.
“Amelia, I'm coming.” He thrust into me hard and came.
His body went still, pinning me in place. I tried to move against him, but he suddenly weighed so much.
He was panting a little as he laid his head down next to me. “Sorry, Sweetheart.”
“That's fine.” I was shaking a little. My own body was starting to relax. This was something that didn't happen often.
It was probably my own fault. I slept like a rock. He would tenderly wake me up, and I just got started too late. The problem was that it was happening more often.
His breath was bathing against my cheek. He kissed me once. “This evening you will get to come, while you are over my knee, and then again afterwards.”
“Don't remind me about that,” I whined. It felt like salt in my wounds.
“No pouting. You need to be a good girl for daddy. Besides, I'm a little worried about you. You have been acting funny lately.”
I looked away from him as my heart settled down. He was probably right again. I just needed a spanking and some especially good sex. I would get that this evening.
I had been somehow irritable lately. I either started to cry for no reason, or I got mad about little things.
The next report card was due from school, and they had been testing us a lot. It was too much pressure.
This was exactly like when I had watched that terrible movie. I had gotten so many spankings due to it. Daddy was right to nip this in the bud.
I looked back at him and smiled. He smiled right back.
“I was thinking that we should go to church this morning. We haven't been since our wedding.”
“We looked at several churches in Europe,” I corrected him.
“But we didn't pray. I think we should go. I am thankful for several things, and I want to tell God that.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Let's get you up and dressed. Do you want to wear the silk outfit that you wore to travel?”
“Yes,” I blurted out. It was a beautiful creamy blue skirt with a matching blazer. It made my eyes look bluer than they were.
“Up you go.” He pulled out of me giving me that bad lonely feeling that I always got when he wasn't inside of me. Something was missing when we weren't together.
Personally, I would have liked to stay in bed with him all morning, cuddling and talking like we usually did, but he was right. We should put in an appearance at church.
He had a reputation to protect.
At suppertime, I peeked over at Daddy. We’d had a full day. I was so tired. Would he believe me if I told him that?
My tummy was full of butterflies. I just wanted to eat crackers and not the food on my plate in front of me. Tonight we were having cooked ham with cauliflower and potatoes. There was a heavy yellow sauce on the table, making my stomach churn. Usually, Daddy scolded me for taking too much. He was very strict about food.
After church this morning, we had gone out for brunch at a local restaurant. Daddy was like a celebrity here in town. Because I was married to him, I was one too.
Every man tried to get Daddy's attention and shake his hand. I joked that he should run for mayor. That had everyone laughing.
Daddy had looked pleased with me. There was a buffet set up, and I got to try anything I wanted. Daddy spoke of going to church more often. He told me he felt so lucky to have me.
I melted when he said things like that. I loved him so much too. I was very thankful that he was a part of my life. I choked up a little and kissed him on the cheek.
Everyone saw us as the perfect couple. I guessed that they were right.
I looked over at Daddy and smiled at him.
His eyes lit up as he smiled back at me. He looked eager. Daddy wanted to eat a little and go upstairs.
I knew this kind of thing turned him on, and once I was over his knee, and he started – the spanking, I would get into it too. The last time, Daddy had even spanked me nude. I was always nude for this kind of spanking, but so was he last time. That made it better. I was starting to look forward to this spanking. I was waking up with anticipation.
I poured a little sauce on my food and then handed Daddy the saucier. He winked at me as he took it.
Tomorrow the week would begin. Nanny would get me ready for school, and I wouldn't get to see Daddy until the evening. He would come home, and it would be my bedtime. Because of my period, he wouldn't make love to me.
That was so stupid. Why did a woman have to have one?
Daddy said it was a sign of healthiness, but it was so bothersome. I wished my body realized that I was too young for something like that. I could live without one.
Daddy was eating quickly. He usually paced himself. I tried to hurry too, but it took me a long time to chew and swallow my food.
“Does your throat hurt, sweetheart?”
“No. I'm just a little tired.”
“Today was a big day for you. I think we may have overdone it. Shopping was too much.” Daddy had taken me shopping after brunch. He went into several different stores around town. He whispered to me that it was important to support the locals.
They treated him like he was a King. Everyone was pleased to see him. Older people talked about what he had been like as little boy. He and his brother, Martin, had played with lots of the kids in town, by sneaking out under the fence. Their parents and servants had to look for them when it got dark. It was a common sight to see Daddy's parents looking around town for their children with flashlights at dusk.
It was nice hearing that Daddy hadn't been a perfect child.
I knew what it felt like to be a child, trapped inside of a large house. At least, I had been allowed to play all day. My problem was that there hadn't been any other children around for me to play with.
I finished my meal and looked at Daddy. He looked so eager to get upstairs. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that.
He got up and stood behind my chair. He usually didn't help me with my chair. That was giving everything a different note. Tonight wasn't a usual night.
We made love every night before we went to sleep, but tonight was something special, at least for Daddy. There was nothing
I could say to deter him.
I got up and peeked back at him. He was still grinning. That was rubbing me the wrong way. I felt my eyebrows move closer together, disapprovingly.
Daddy leaned down and whispered in my ear. “This isn't a punishment spanking. This is for pleasure.”
I felt a warm shiver go down my spine, but ignored it. “Pleasure for you, or for me?”
His face fell. “And that is exactly why this is so necessary. Amelia, I will not let you act this way. This can easily be changed to a punishment spanking.”
My hands moved back to my bottom, and I shook my head fiercely. I didn't want a punishment spanking. Daddy was too good at those.
Daddy's eyes twinkled. “Fine, a pleasure spanking it will be. Just follow me up the stairs.” He held out his arm for me to take.
I took it thinking that it would be nice if my daddy realized that there were more options in life than just two. Option one would have been a pleasure spanking, option two a punishment spanking and option three, my personal favorite, no spanking at all.
I whispered that into Daddy's ear as we ascended the stairs. He laughed so hard that he had to cough afterwards. It was a deep heavy cough. It made me worry that he might be getting sick.
“You are the most adorable child in the world. I was so lucky to get you.” He leaned down to me and kissed the tip of my nose. I liked it when he did that. Now I was the one grinning from ear to ear.
“This is why our marriage works. We get along so well.” He unlocked his door, and we went in. he locked the door behind us. I wondered if that was so I couldn't get out, or so others couldn't get in. A third option was probably the right answer, both.
I went to the end of his bed and wrapped an arm around the bedpost. Daddy stood next to a chair and undressed. I watched him greedily. Only I got to see him naked, never anyone else.
Daddy and Nanny got to see me naked, but not even Daddy's butler got to see him naked. I felt privileged.
He had a perfect body. His shoulders were already bare, and they were so strong. When he wrapped them around me, I felt safe. They were covered in thick hard muscles.
Daddy didn't feel like I did. When I poked a finger into my arm, it pressed down into soft muscle, but when I did that with Daddy, my finger hardly pushed down at all.
It made Daddy laugh when I did things like that. That was the good thing about being his little girl. He didn't get mad when I did childish things. In fact, he lived for those moments.
Daddy had sat down to remove his shoes. Then he stood, and his hands went to his belt buckle.
My eyes were fixed on what he was doing. His fingers opened the top button of his trousers, and then the smaller ones under it. He pushed his trousers down and then removed them. He was just in his light blue boxers now.
Daddy laid his trousers over the chair for the maids to remove later. I watched the muscles on his back ripple as he moved. My heart rate had definitely risen since he started to undress. My daddy was young, strong and gorgeous.
He removed his boxers in a fluid movement and then walked over to me. His penis was already straight and hard.
“Were you watching me take my clothes off?” he teased me.
I took hold of his penis, wrapping my hand around it. I stood on my tippy-toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Yes. I always pay attention when something interests me.”
That had him smirking. “Be a good girl and turn around, so I can open your dress.”
I looked down at his penis in my hand. Turning around would mean letting go, and I didn't want to.
“I promise you can have it back.” He sighed, like he was scolding me, but he was too happy to hide that fact.
I let go and turned around. Why did he have to look so good? It was doing me in. I wanted him inside of me. Daddy was so good at making me feel amazing.
I could feel his fingers slowly opening the buttons on the back of my dress.
“You know, you could just rip them?” I informed him.
He snorted as an answer. Daddy would never rip a perfectly good piece of clothing. “It's open now. You can step out.”
I felt the cloth sliding down my body like a gentle caress.
Daddy walked my dress over to the chair.
I peeked around to watch him move.
Daddy had the cutest backside in the world. It was so firm and hard. I loved to hold it in my hands when he was on top of me making love to me. It just fit so perfectly into my hands.
Daddy turned back and caught me peeking at him. I looked away quickly, making my hair fly around me. I was being too obvious.
“You can't deny that you look forward to this too, can you.”
“Sure, I could,” I answered. It was one thing to like sex, and admit that. However, liking a spanking and admitting it was another thing altogether.
“You’re in a feisty mood this evening, aren't you?” His voice was playful, so I didn't expect the smack to my underwear clad bottom. “That just gives me all the more reason to lay your beautiful body over my knee.”
Daddy worked on the buttons of my blouse, removed it and laid my blouse over the bed end, and not over the chair where it belonged.
I grinned to myself. That must mean that Daddy was eager to get the show on the road too.
My bra came off in seconds, and then it was replaced with his fingers. His hands cupped my breasts, and he pulled me back towards him, so I was leaning against his chest. I could feel his hard penis pressing into my side. Somehow, I felt like I did this morning when we had just finished making love. I was picking up right where I left off.
“Daddy, please,” I begged.
“Do you need me to continue?” His voice teased me, but in my state of need it was a taunt.
“Yes, Daddy.” I was close to tears.
Why were my moods swinging back and forth so much?
He released my breasts and slowly removed my underwear.
Why was he going so slowly?
Was there something that I could do to speed him up?
“They're wet.”
“What?”
“I said; your underwear is wet.”
“Daddy, I swear, I didn't.”
“I know. They are wet from here.” His arm wrapped around me, and his hands rested over the folds between my legs. I felt a finger pressing into me.
I leaned back into his chest and lifted my right foot up a little, so he could easier reach inside of me.
“You really do need this. You're soaking.” His warm breath bathed against my ear. “Did watching Daddy undress turn you on?”
I wanted to purr like a kitten in his hold. I was envisioning myself climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees with my legs opened wide, so he could drive into me from behind.
Would I be allowed to be promiscuous?
“You need Daddy's attention, don't you?”
I nodded, rubbing my head against his chest.
“My little girl needs lots of attention. Daddy will see to your backside first.” His other hand was circling over my bottom. “Then I will see to this.” His other hand clamped down on me.
“Oh Daddy,” I sighed, melting at his touch.
He walked me over to the head of the bed, still holding me that way.
I walked on tippy-toes, so he wouldn't let go.
Unfortunately, he did when he sat down on the bed.
I shamelessly laid myself over his knees. I slightly moved my legs, so they were apart.
“I don't know why you get so scared about this every month. You do know that I would never hurt you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I know.”
His hand was circling over my bottom again.
I was pushing up my hips, so my backside was rounder and easier for him to get at. My own behavior was shocking me.
Why was I so horny?
The first smack landed, and I moaned. I wanted to call out for more.
He smacked me again, giving me nice warm feelings. I was even wetter. I could feel
the wetness flooding inside of me. When he finally made love to me, he would be able to slide in and out so easily.
I hoped he would pound into me hard and deep.
Daddy smacked on for a while.
I was now pressing my knees together. I needed him to touch me between my legs in that special place that was just there for him. “Daddy, I need to –” I couldn't bring myself to say the words. I feared that he would get mad if I talked too sultry.
“Daddy, will see to it that you do. You are such a good little girl. You deserve to have a big orgasm.”
“Yes, I want one of those.” I looked over my shoulder at him, so he knew that I was dead serious.
“I'll take care of everything. I promise I will.”
I laid my head down on the bed and tried to relax.
“Open your legs a little, so I can play with you.”
It was hard to do it, but I did. My hips pressed down into his upper thigh, and then they started to rock against him.
“Hush, sweetheart.” His finger pressed in between us until he found my clitoris. His fingers danced over it, making me gasp. Seconds later, I flooded his fingers with my pleasure.
I was squeezing my entire body together, wanting to hold on tightly to the good thing I had. My eyes were closed, but still tears were coming out of them.
“Wow, you really needed that. I hope I didn't disappoint you too much this morning. You need to know that I really love you.”
“I know, Daddy.” My whole body was flushed with heat, and then my temperature dropped. I started to shiver.
“What is going on with you?” Daddy asked me, worried.
“I don't know, Daddy,” I sobbed. The floodgates were now open.
“It's okay. You are probably getting a cold. Do you want me to spank you some more?”
I thought about that for a moment as I tried to inch closer to him. The problem was that we were already touching. I wanted to crawl inside of his chest and live by his warm heart. “Just a few more times,” I admitted.
He gave me a sharp smack, harder than the other ones before. It made my shoulder blades pull together and my upper body raise up off the bed. My nipples were stimulated as they glided along the soft satin bed comforter.
