Georgia's Daddy

by Dinah McLeod

  “Open up.”

  She felt like she was prying open the Jaws of Life as she forced her mouth open, bit by bit. It was hard to make your body comply when your brain kept telling you that it was not a good idea.

  “Stick out your tongue.”

  She did so, ever so reluctantly, and Sam immediately began to rub the soap-laced bristles across her tongue. Grimacing, she shut her mouth as quickly as she could. In mere seconds, the awful, acrid taste filled her mouth and had her eyes watering.

  “Open up, Georgia, and this time, don’t close before I say so or we’ll make this a full mouth-soaping.”

  She didn’t know what to make of that, although it sounded horrible. It was even harder to open up this time, now that she knew how awful it would be, but looking at him helped her to do it. His face was stern, like a daddy that was sorry he had to make his girl suffer, but knew it was for her own good. Yet, his eyes roved her face like a caress. Even here with him, being punished, she felt more loved than she ever had by any man before. So she obeyed and offered her tongue up for more of his awful soap.

  He brushed it across her tongue three more times before nodding his satisfaction at her. “Good girl. Now, take this to the sink and you can rinse out your mouth. If there’s a next time, you’ll take your spanking with the soap still in your mouth. Understand?”

  “I understand,” she squeaked before racing to the sink. She didn’t want the horrible, soapy taste in her mouth for a second longer than it had to be. It took swishing three handfuls of water around in her mouth before she tasted only the faint tinge of soap. She wasn’t sure if it was still there, or if she was imagining it, but either way she knew that she would never, ever look at a bar of soap the same way again.

  “Now, for your spanking.”

  “What?” She looked at him, mouth agape. “Seriously? But you just…”

  He answered by arching his brows at her.

  “I mean, you just… with the soap, so I thought…”

  “No, I’m afraid we’re not done yet. This is about a little more than what you did wrong—I’m also showing you what to expect in the future. Now, come here, please.”

  Georgia took slow, shuffling steps toward him, delighting in the way his eyes watched her, despite everything. He was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room and she placed herself over his knees without having to be asked. When she felt him lift the hem of her dress, she tensed, ever so slightly. But it wasn’t until she felt him pulling down her panties—she’d worn silky ones trimmed in lace that she’d hoped he’d see; of course, she’d been hoping for a better reason than this!—that she let out the gasp she’d been holding. “B-but you never take them down.”

  “I never did before,” he agreed. “But daddies spank their naughty girls on their bare bottoms.”

  How did he manage to make it sound so sexy when she was sure it was anything but? “Sam… please…”

  “This one’s not going to be too bad, baby. But it will hopefully give you a reason to behave in the future.” With that, he began spanking. All in all, he only gave her a dozen on each cheek, but without the layer of protection that she was used to between his hand and her ass, she felt each keenly and was crying softly by the time he finished. She gasped as he helped her sit on his strong, muscular thigh. The material of his jeans stung her poor, tender rear.

  “You were a good girl,” he crooned. “Such a good girl.”

  “But it hurt, Daddy,” she whimpered, burying her tearstained face in his shirt once more.

  “Spankings are supposed to hurt, sweetheart. Be my good girl and you won’t have to have another one for a long time.”

  “I’ll do my best,” she said in her little-girl voice as she sniffled.

  “Good. Now, just one more thing and we’ll be through.”

  She peeked up at him, giving him her saddest puppy dog eyes.

  “You’re so cute,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You’re downright adorable, but it’s not going to change my mind. I want you to hop up and go stand by that wall. Face me, with your hands over your head.”

  As soon as she slipped off his lap, he gave her bottom a smack that sent her scurrying to the wall he’d indicated. She could feel his eyes on her as she followed his commands.

  “W-what are you going to do?” she whimpered after he didn’t move. She normally loved the feeling of his eyes on her, but knowing that her punishment wasn’t over yet made her feel incredibly vulnerable.

  “I’m going to remind you who’s in charge,” he replied, his voice silky smooth as his eyes never left her face.

  “You know, that offends every feminist bone in my body,” she declared, putting a hand on her hip. But her eyes were twinkling as she said it.

  This had Sam chuckling as he finally walked toward her. “Well, begging your pardon, my dear.” With a pair of fingers, he caressed the naked length of her raised arm, making her shiver. “But it’s my job and I best see to it.”

  She’d never known a man who could make her melt with just a simple sentence. Damn, but she loved him. She didn’t know how long she’d known it, and she knew she wasn’t going to make it known to him, not just yet, but there it was. When he looked at her like that, like she was the only woman in the world, when he touched her, his fingertips soft and almost reverent, she felt it coursing through her body hotter than her own blood.

  “I’m going to tease and torment your body, Georgia.” His soft words were belied by his wicked smile. “I’m going to bring you absolute, earth-shattering joy.”

  Huh. That had to be the most awesome punishment she’d ever heard of.

  “Except that it will also be excruciating,” he continued. “Because you can’t come.”

  Wait, what?

  “That’s right,” he said, as though she’d spoken aloud. Maybe she had. “No matter how badly you want to, no matter how loudly you beg, I’m not going to let you come.”

  “But that’s awful!”

  “Well, it’s kind of fun—for me, that is.” He winked. “But it also does exactly what I said it would—it reminds you who’s in charge.”

  “B-but… I already know that!”

  “Do you? Do you really?”

  She turned away from the intensity in his gaze, which must have said everything she couldn’t voice aloud, because right at that moment, he began. He started with two fingers right off the bat, two long, callused digits that plunged her sopping depths without further warning. She groaned at the feeling of having him inside her in any capacity.

  “Sam…” Already, her voice was weak, as was her resolve.

  “You’re being punished, Georgia,” he reminded her firmly. “Now be a good girl and take it.”

  Oh, she could take it all right. She relished it, in fact. The way his fingers danced inside her, skillfully, authoritatively, was nothing short of breath-hitching, spasm-inducing magic. She sucked in her breath, swallowing past moans as he chastised her pussy. Her thighs began to quiver.

  “Be my good girl,” he warned, his voice suddenly low.

  She nodded, fully intending to—nothing was better than hearing his praise. But then something happened—she could feel herself climbing, getting closer and closer to what promised to be a heavenly release. His fingers danced rhythmically inside her, egging her on until she couldn’t take it.

  “Please,” Georgia gasped.

  “It hasn’t even been four minutes yet. Absolutely not.”

  “B-but… I can’t… I can’t take it.”

  “You can. And you will.” They moved together, faster and harder until she was panting.

  “Sam…” His name was a long, guttural groan of tortured bliss.

  “Don’t you dare, little girl.”

  It was the growled command that did it. It was so hot, so incredibly dominant, that it sent her spiraling over the edge. Her pussy grasped greedily at his fingers, trapping him, demanding more, before it spasmed and she came with a scream of passion.

/>   Her body was racked with spasms for several minutes before she could finally stand upright again, rather than bowed at the waist, and when she finally came back to herself, meeting his eyes guiltily, he was shaking his head at her.

  “Naughty,” he scolded, bringing his hand down sharply on her quivering pussy.

  She gasped at the sensation. Funny, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as when he spanked her ass, but maybe he hadn’t meant it to.

  “Naughty girl,” he said again, giving another quick spank to her sex. “Now we have to start again.” He emphasized the words with three more measured spanks, each one a wet slap that sent tremors up and down her body.

  “Sam,” she murmured, her body quivering with need.

  “Oh, you liked that, did you?” His grin was quick and mischievous.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she murmured. Words couldn’t express how much she’d liked it.

  “You are so naughty.” He shook his head at her. But despite his words, he gave her one more quick spank and chuckled aloud as her body began spasming again.

  Georgia was too far away to hear him—she was floating somewhere close to heaven, her body immersed in more pleasure than she’d known was possible.

  “Georgia? Did we lose you?”

  She came out of her memories with a gasp, her cheeks flushing as she realized that both Gran and Sam were looking at her. How long, she wondered, had they been trying to talk to her while she’d sat, reliving what had happened not even an hour ago?

  “Gran asked if you want some dessert.”

  “Oh. Yes, please.”

  “One moment, dear. I’ll get you a plate.”

  When Gran had gotten up and busied herself in the kitchen, Sam met Georgia’s eyes, grinning. “Somethin’ on your mind, darlin’?”

  “No,” she denied, blushing hotter.

  “Careful, now,” he teased. “You know what happens to naughty girls who tell fibs.”

  “I… I think I’m feeling a bit… dizzy. Maybe I should just—”

  His hand stretched across the distance that separated them and he took hers in his, squeezing. “You should have more protein,” he instructed. “And a glass of water. Gran, can you get Georgia some more of your roast, please? And a glass of water?”

  “My hands are a mite full, Samuel.”

  He stood to his feet at once. “I’ll come.”

  “No, Sam, you—”

  He gave her a look that silenced her protest at once. “Let me take care of you. Okay? That’s our agreement. Besides—I like my job.” He gave her a wink and then he was off. He and Gran returned in tandem minutes later. Sam put down a new portion of roast in front of her, along with more carrots and potatoes. “Eat.”

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “I’m stuffed.”

  He arched his brows at her, and suddenly, she got an image of being bent over the table right then and there and having her already red bottom exposed for his grandmother to see. She knew that wouldn’t give her boyfriend one moment’s pause before he painted her red all over again. And somehow, she’d forgotten her panties in his Shed of Discipline, so she wouldn’t even have that to spare her modesty.

  With that picture in her mind, she picked up her fork and she ate. Sam and Gran kept up a pleasant conversation—he steered it away from football, and just as often she tried to bring it back—and when she’d eaten just over half, she pushed back her plate.

  Sam looked from it to her and smiled. “Now the water, please.”

  Her cheeks flushed slightly. She felt a little silly being ordered around in such a way in front of his grandmother.

  “Would you like dessert, hon?”

  Stuffed or not, Georgia always had room for dessert. Except that when she looked at the pie container—she’d been too focused on her roast and veggies before to notice—she saw that it was rhubarb pie. For some reason, the color reminded her of what her bottom had looked like in the one glimpse of it she’d dared to sneak when she’d excused herself to the restroom.

  “No, ma’am. Not today. Thank you for dinner, though.”

  “Thank you for coming. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you’re here with us.”

  “All right, Gran. Put a hold on plannin’ the wedding, will you? I need to get her home.”

  “Already?” she mouthed at him, giving an exaggerated pout.

  He arched a brow and wagged a finger at her, making her smile.

  “Ah, young love,” Gran sighed, making the pair of them laugh.

  “Do you really have to take me home?” Georgia asked once they’d said their goodbyes and she was inside his truck.

  “I will, in a few minutes.” Then he leaned over and undid her seatbelt, pulling her onto his lap. “But first, I want to check my work.” Then his mouth was on hers, gently encouraging her lips to open and admit him. She did so, savoring the feeling of his sweet, lingering kiss. But as he kissed her, she felt his hand stray to her backside. Without warning, he gave her cheek a squeeze, making her moan spill into his mouth. Once again, she found herself caught in a web of both pain and pleasure and she found, much to her surprise, that she couldn’t get enough.

  Chapter Five

  Georgia was about to head downstairs when she doubled back for a sweater she could wear over her tank top. When she was with Sam, there was no telling what the temperature would be like—despite the cool autumn air he had the power to heat her body with just a glance. It was hard to believe that she’d been his little for three weeks now, but if the calendar hanging in her room wasn’t proof enough, just this morning she’d seen the first leaves of the season begin to fall to the ground.

  She’d learned a lot during that time under his loving—often stern—tutelage. She’d learned exactly what the slap of the paddle or the lash of the belt felt like, which were reserved only for very naughty girls, and that kisses and Daddy cuddles were the rewards good girls got. The biggest surprise had been discovering how natural it felt to be his little girl, how much she looked forward to hearing him call her his. It sent a shiver down her spine every time he greeted her as ‘baby-girl’ just like it could make her heart stop when he called her ‘naughty.’

  But she was nothing if not a quick learner, and thankfully, there should be nothing but cuddles and sweet kisses from Daddy today.

  Or so she’d thought. When she caught sight of him in the field—it looked like he’d just finished work for the day—she paused, allowing her eyes to savor the strong, manly vision that was her boyfriend. My, oh my, just looking and longing could make her panties dampen lightning fast. Or maybe it was more than longing—maybe it was knowing exactly how easily he could make her moan, how quickly he could make her come.

  When he turned and saw her, she lifted a hand to wave, but to her surprise, he didn’t smile back. Instead, his brow furrowed and he beckoned her with a crooked finger. Uh-oh. That was never a good sign.

  “Sam?” she queried, her voice sounding uncertain even to her ears.

  “That’s Daddy to you, naughty girl.”

  Double uh-oh. Double uh-oh with a sprinkling of oh, crap on top. “Daddy,” she amended hastily. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You tell me.” He pinned her with his stern gaze, the one that made her lose track of her thoughts.

  She tried, she really did, but she didn’t have the faintest clue of what she could have done to upset him. Not that it mattered. She had no doubt she’d find out sooner rather than later.

  “In the shed,” he ordered, the command crisp. He didn’t move, but instead waited for her to obey. As she passed him, despite moving as quickly as she could, he still managed to give her a good, hard swat as she passed.

  “Ouch!”

  “And there’s more where that came from.”

  She wished she knew what she’d done, but experience had taught her that it was better to obey first and ask questions later, which was why she scurried toward the shed. He was following behind at a much more leisurely pace, which was why she was already st
anding with her nose in the corner by the time she heard the door shut behind him.

  “Come here, Georgia.”

  He was using the stern Daddy voice, the one that made her, quite literally, quake in her boots. She didn’t enjoy being spanked, not one bit, but it hurt even worse when she knew she’d let him down.

  But she knew all too well that he expected to obeyed, and quickly, so she went to him as soon as she’d been called. She stopped at arm’s length of the stool he sat on, trying to read his expression. Unfortunately, the dim lighting didn’t allow her much freedom to see his face.

  “Do you know why you’re in trouble, little girl?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Over my lap, naughty.”

  She went face-down over his knees without hesitation, her pulse running a mile a minute at the low, gravelly quality of his voice. She was never sure whether to be excited or terrified, because he used that same tone when she was in trouble as well as when he was about to do something deliciously indecent to her.

  “What happens to naughty girls, Georgia?”

  She groaned inwardly. For some reason, he liked to begin nearly every punishment with this question. “They get spanked, Daddy.”

  “Do you deserve to be spanked, baby?”

  “If you see fit, Daddy.”

  He chuckled. “You’ve gotten pretty good at this.”

  Oh, yes, she had. They both had. They seemed to fit together, she and Sam, not just as Daddy and little, but boyfriend and girlfriend as well. She had had one or two objections, as she called them. First, to being made to go without underwear in public. Then when he’d threatened to spank her in public for being a brat. She had been being a brat, she could admit that, and she took her spanking like a good girl, once they got behind closed doors. On both occasions Sam had listened to her, taken her feelings into account, and yielded. It made her see how kind and caring he really was, and she was beginning to think there wasn’t another like him in the whole universe. It made her pinch herself with excitement that he would even consider being her Daddy.