by S. L. Finlay
We talked and cuddled and I felt so warm and loved that I almost wanted to drift off to sleep. I stopped myself though. I wasn't going to do that. I had to stay awake. I had to spend some quality time with my Daddy.
Daddy looked tired too though. He pulled himself together enough to suggest that we grab some dinner.
"What's around here?" I asked.
I had spent months at the ranch. I hadn't even been into town. It struck me then how that had happened, but I guess I had just grown so used to life there and hadn't gotten bored enough yet.
Daddy eyed me off for a moment then made a face that told me he just realised the same thing: That I hadn't been here before, that I wasn't familiar with the town, or any other towns in America if truth was told.
"Didn't you come here to explore America?" He asked, as if reading my mind.
I nodded, "I did. I guess I've just been stuck."
Daddy considered this for a moment before telling me, "That's fair enough. It's easy to get stuck somewhere I guess." We shared a smile and he told me, "There are worse places to be stuck, too."
I giggled at this, "Yes. There are. There are places with no Daddy." I told him, my voice a little sad.
We kissed and he asked me, "Was this what you hoped to fine when you came out here?"
Giggling again and forgetting to be sad, I shook my head, "Of course not. Who thinks they're going to find a daddy dom living on a ranch somewhere."
"Not many people." Daddy agreed.
We kissed for a few moments before Daddy pulled away from me, stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood beside him. He smacked my ass to encourage me to walk forward and together we had a shower.
Between my legs was still sore. Daddy gently washed there with some water to make sure I wouldn't bleed on my panties when we went to get dinner. A little blood escaped onto his hand and he kissed me before rinsing it away with the shower water.
Then for what felt like an eternity Daddy washed me carefully. He used soap suds on my skin, his rough hands moving around my body before he washed my hair gently. He did all of this before telling me to get out of the shower and towel myself off. He told me to wait in the bedroom and not to dress myself while he cleaned up.
I did as I was told, getting myself dry – even blow-drying my hair – and sitting on the bed waiting for him.
When Daddy came out of the shower he towelled himself off in the bathroom where I couldn't see him then came out with a towel draped around his hips.
"Hey Daddy!" I said, giving him a little wink, "You sure that you need one of those in here?" I asked, motioning to the towel.
Daddy shook his head at me, "You are a naughty girl, aren't you!?" He asked and I nodded at him.
"Yes, I am." I agreed, "I am a very naughty girl."
We shared a laugh together, but he didn't take off his towel. Instead he got to work brushing my hair and styling it.
Daddy put my hair in pig-tails. I felt a bit silly at first but he wouldn't let me undo them.
"It's all part of the look, baby girl." He told me in his most patient voice. "It will make sense soon."
Then he stood up and took a few paces to where our bags had been kept. He unzipped his and pulled out a few things that he lay on the bed. "You will wear these to dinner." He told me.
I looked at the clothes and my eyes grew wide. "You want me to wear these things?"
"Yes, I do." He told me and my mouth went dry.
"But I – can I wear those around here?" I was grasping at straws, I already knew his mind was made up.
"You can." He told me, "You're my girl, no-one is going to say anything."
Sitting there on the bed was a baby pink lace dress with girly pink lacey lingerie.
"Oh, and these!" Daddy said as he pulled a pair of shiny Mary Janes from his bag.
"You want me to wear those too?" I asked, my mouth had fallen open. The shoes were gorgeous, but I knew I was going to attract plenty of attention in this Southern town. People talk. Everyone at the ranch would know about this, and if they had suspected anything about Billy already, they would have it confirmed for them now.
I wasn't going to be here forever though, and if Daddy wanted to take the risk of me going out in public with him dressed like this, then I would do it too.
I picked up the lacey pink lingerie and put it on. It fit perfectly. I wondered how Daddy knew my size then reminded myself we lived together, he had plenty of opportunities to find out.
Then Daddy helped me put the dress on. It was more delicate than it had seemed when I saw it and that made me smile, that the dress was so beautiful. When I put it on, although the colour was one I wouldn't normally wear, it made me feel beautiful and feminine. I guessed this was the most 'little' outfit I could wear in this town, or Daddy would have me in school girl dresses and white cotton panties.
I liked my grown-up panties though, the lacey lingerie made me feel good. I wanted to feel good, and I wanted to make Daddy feel good too.
It was time to put the shiny Mary Janes on. Daddy had me sit on the edge of the bed as he put frilly socks on my feet before putting the Mary Janes on.
Taking in my reflection in the mirror, this outfit just made sense. It was pretty and feminine and 'little girl'y without being too smack-you-in-the-face-with-a-fetish like.
Daddy looked happy as he took me in his arms before telling me to sit down while he got ready.
He put on a button-down shirt and dark trousers before putting on his own shiny (polished) leather shoes. In Australia I saw guys wear this type of clothes out to nightclubs all the time and they never seemed to look very good, but Billy didn't look silly in it, he made it look manly. He always carried himself with a strong manliness that made everything he wore look good.
Walking down the street beside him though, I was sure I would feel so much younger than I was in these clothes.
I dismissed the thought though. I knew I wasn't allowed to call him Daddy when other people could hear us, even if I felt like it was the most appropriate thing to call him.
So, together we went to dinner.
The place that Daddy was taking me to was only a short walk from the hotel. I took it that everything in town was only a short walk from the hotel. The town hadn't seemed very good when we drove in here.
Taking my hand, he smiled at me as we walked. Although I felt like we were in our own little world, at the same time I also felt people's eyes on us. We were walking down the street, Billy, who everyone already knew, and a girl no-one had ever seen before who was wearing a lacey pink dress and Mary Janes. They must have all thought I was pretty weird.
And why was Billy so happy to be seen with me like this? I wondered about him outing himself and if others' knew what it would mean for him.
Although the ranch owner loved Billy, he was still as conservative as everyone else in this town. It wouldn't take much for Billy to lose his spot as favourite if the owner found out about this, and I didn't want that to happen. But I let go and trusted, Billy knew what he was doing I was sure.
There was one nice place in town that did Italian food. Billy ordered a steak and I ordered pasta. The odd looks which had followed us were here too, painted on the faces of patrons and staff alike.
The staff here knew Billy, although he hadn't come here before. He said it was a place where you took your date, and he hadn't had anyone to date.
I blushed slightly when he said that and took the kiss he planted on my cheek. He was so sweet with me, it made me smile super big!
That night we were like any other couple. I forgot about my clothes and he forgot about my not being here forever. We just focused on one another. We laughed, we smiled. We forgot about everything but being in that moment and loving one another.
Our whole weekend was like that, it was easily the best weekend I had had in my life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I had been very well behaved until I had a few drinks with Billy on Saturday evening at a bar. I was
too drunk, and had found myself saying some things I shouldn't have. I said a few four letter words before I realised why Billy was glaring at me.
"You'll finish your drink young lady, then we'll be going back to the room." He told me.
I swallowed hard, "Yes Daddy." I agreed, because there wasn't anything else I could do in this situation.
I finished my drink a little slowly then followed Daddy out of the bar and up the street. I was always a step behind him, something he would point out to me later that he enjoyed about the way I walked. Because when we walked down a street I would often fall in line behind him, the authority figure without meaning to.
Now though it was especially arousing to his dominant mind, having his girl follow him so readily.
When we reached the hotel he led the way up the stairs, then inserted his key into the lock before motioning for me to enter first.
I did as I was told, feeling the apprehension mounting inside me. I was nervous, I was distracted. I couldn't be doing this. I couldn't be about to be punished for my dirty mouth. How dumb had I been? I knew I wasn't allowed to swear!
After taking a few steps into the room, I heard the door close behind me. Then in a low growl Daddy told me, "You have been a very, very naughty girl."
I was frozen to the spot as I nodded my head. He was right, I had been a very naughty girl indeed. I had disobeyed the rules he had set down for me and that was inexcusable.
I could feel the butterflies in my tummy and wanted relief from them. I wanted him to just get the punishment over and done with, not to leave me waiting for it. But the apprehension appeared to be part of my punishment because when he saw it on my face as he circled me telling me about my crime, it did nothing to make my punishment shorter, it only made him talk more.
His face appeared aroused which bought different feelings forward for me. I was apprehensive for what was about to happen to me, but also keen to please my Daddy. I wanted to do whatever it took to make him happy, even if that meant taking punishments from him.
Apprehension was running high by the time Daddy took me over his knee and pulled up my skirt and down my panties. Tonight I had been wearing white cotton panties which Daddy liked very much.
At first, he started by caressing my ass and telling me how I was a very naughty girl, but how after this I would be forgiven. There was something almost spiritual about those words, about this act in general.
Then, as he started to spank me I didn't feel pain at first. He was giving me little spanks to warm me up before harder and harder spanks came. Eventually he was spanking my ass hard. By the time the hard spanks were coming though, I was already off with the fairies. I couldn't feel what he was doing to my body, only hear it.
It felt like I was floating outside my body. Although my body felt heavy, I felt light and happy. This really was a spiritual experience like none I had previously experiences.
Daddy's frustration had long since dissipated when he stopped spanking me and pulled down the fly of his jeans. Like a good girl, I got to my knees and started sucking him off. His cock tasted like pre-cum which turned me on.
Sucking him off I felt like such a naughty girl. As if having Daddy's cock in my mouth turned me into a super slut, I sucked and sucked like a pro. I hadn't known what I was doing while we played those other times, but suddenly I felt like I 'got it' and like my skills at his cock were improved tenfold.
Before I had been so awkward with it. Even as I was learning what I was doing quickly, I still felt awkward and I am sure it showed when I was working that cock. Now though, it was as if the spanking had lifted my inhibitions and I didn't have time to feel awkward.
All I had time for now was to please my Daddy with my mouth, and pleasing him I was.
He was growing close to cumming I could tell, and the more my head bobbed on his cock, the closer he drew.
I thought for a second about maybe taking his cock out of my mouth and making him cum somewhere else, but the thought was a turn-off. All I wanted was his cum in my mouth at that moment. All I wanted was to feel him shoot that hot load into me.
I was sucking at his cock, feeling the muscles in his body tense as he grew closer to his orgasm then with one final grunt I felt it.
My mouth was being filled with his cum. That's not an understatement either. He was shooting so much cum into my mouth that I barely felt I had space for my tongue in there anymore. The night before, he had shot his loud right down my throat, so I was surprised by how much cum he had for me.
I was swallowing Daddy's cum as fast as I could, but he kept shooting his load into me.
Finally he stopped cumming, but then I felt disappointment rise inside me because I could have kept some of that cum in my mouth had I known he was going to finish cumming soon, rather than swallow it. I wanted to show it to Daddy now but his cum was already in my tummy.
I sucked the tip to see if I could get any more out of him before stopping. I wanted to suck him clean but couldn't. There was nothing to suck clean.
My eyes had been closed as I was sucking and now they were open as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Daddy looked down at me with a smile before motioning for me to stand up. I stood and he gave me kisses.
Daddy's kisses were the best and I wanted more of them than he gave me, so, when he pulled back I launched myself at him and started kissing him hard. He chuckled slightly into my mouth before pushing me away gently.
I moved as he pushed and kept my eyes on his as I told him, "I liked that Daddy. Thank you."
His returning smile was wicked as he told me, "I did too."
My hand moved to my bottom then to feel where I had been spanked. It was tender and I wondered if I would bruise.
Daddy was standing in front of me when he grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer to him by it. "Sore, baby?"
I nodded into his chest. "I am."
"Will you swear again baby?" He asked
I let out a long exhale as he groped at my sore butt. "No Daddy, I will not swear again. I am sorry Daddy."
Then he took me in his arms and gave the top of my head a little kiss. "You are forgiven baby." He told me.
Then we were kissing again, and his body was up against mine and I was his, all his to play with and do as he pleased. My body was there for his use, for him to use to please himself. That night we had so much sex that combined with the day before I was sore and exhausted by the time I was laying there waiting for sleep to take me.
When Sunday morning finally came around, I had felt exhausted and sore still from all the sex we had been having. We spent all our time in bed playing unless we had been out eating or drinking and none of it was leaving me feeling especially refreshed.
I knew I had work to do the following day, and that I would need to talk to the ranch owner about what I had found, of that Billy was clear with me about. He wanted to tell the owner himself but then I told him that was wrong, I should be the one to tell him and Billy had agreed to come with me as I told the owner.
That was something to worry about tomorrow though, I thought as I snuggled into Daddy's arms.
"I love you, baby girl." He breathed into my ear and the words made me melt.
Daddy had told me throughout the weekend that he loved me, but every time he told me he loved me, it felt just like the first time.
I sighed into him and returned his words, "I love you too Daddy." Before his lips were on mine again.
We kissed, we touched. We made love one last time before we left for home.
Sometimes the sex we had was hard and merciless, and other times it had been soft and gentle. This time it was gentle, this time we spent plenty of time looking into one another's eyes, smiling at one another and kissing.
His body moving against mine was amazing. I felt so euphoric it was like a drug, like he was my drug.
When we had our orgasms, they were simultaneous and perfect. I moaned, he moaned. We both came together. It was perfect.
Then we had to get ready
to return to the real world, and things were not as perfect anymore.
We packed our bags, checked out and threw our things in the car before going to Denny's – an American institution – for a giant breakfast before getting back into the car a final time and driving out to the ranch.
With every mile we got closer to the ranch, the more Daddy morphed from the strong dominant man who enjoyed naughty sexy games and into Billy my boyfriend from the ranch who was a southern gentleman and a cowboy.
Being a cowboy's baby was a double life, but it was a double life that I could lead without any serious issues.
A double life we could both lead.
By the time we were back at the ranch and settled back in, it was time for dinner. It was strange coming back to these normal situations, this normal every day drudgery after we had spent a weekend filled with hot sex and fantasy, but I guess that's what life is like for the cowboy kinksters and their partners.
At dinner everyone was chattier with me than normal, being friendly and asking me about town. No-one had made it in this weekend, they had all been so bogged down with work on the ranch. They wanted to ask if we had seen some of their friends, if the bars were full, all sorts of inane questions.
I answered them honestly and for the answers I didn't have, Billy chimed in.
The boys were happy to have their questions answered, and didn't ask us anything too probing about our weekend together. Of course not, that wouldn't be the right thing for southern gentlemen to do.
I smiled to myself as Billy answered a question about someone I didn't know. I was living this life I hadn't quite expected when I set out from Australia.
It wasn't about experiences that look good in photographs here, but about the relationships you can build. Life was about relationships, and I would learn that lesson faster here where I had no relationships to rely on when I arrived, than I would learn anywhere else.
When everyone cleared away from the table and the ranch owner and Mama were the only ones left beside Billy and myself I approached the ranch owner with the question that had been burning inside my chest for some time.
