Sweet Daddy: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  I’d bet my last shirt that she didn’t see the correlation between running around so lightly dressed to her present state.

  She needed to grow up. There were no two ways about it. Once she was better, she’d have to go over my knees.

  On Monday morning, Marcy was feeling better. I was tired, and my head was heavy. I had a feeling like I could go to work and work my full hours, but I’d need to go to bed as soon as I got home.

  Marcy told me that she’d take care of me because I’d taken such good care of her.

  This was what marriage was all about; you got to be with someone who you loved, and you had someone you could count on.

  I forced myself to work.

  When I got home from work, Marcy was waiting with warm chicken noodle soup for me. She helped me out of my jacket and hung it up for me.

  Marcy was praising me for working so hard, even though I wasn’t feeling well. She was talking to me so nicely that my body was starting to respond.

  I certainly didn’t have the strength to properly make love to her, but I had the strength to respond to her voice.

  “Here’s your soup. It’s nice and warm, exactly the way you like it.” Soup had to be hot, almost boiling, for me to eat it. Marcy liked hers a tick above room temperature.

  I picked up my spoon and ate quickly, so the last spoonful would still be warm. Marcy went to the sink to wash up some dishes.

  When she was drying a plastic bowl, it slipped out of her hands and rolled under the table. She got down on all fours and crawled under the table to get it. Her blouse was low-cut, rewarding me with a very nice view of her breasts. More blood was flooding my penis. The abstinence from this weekend had left me wanting.

  “Oh, I see you’re happy to see me.” She must have noticed that I was hard.

  “I guess I like that blouse on you,” I confessed.

  She looked down her own shirt and saw that she was showing an awful lot of cleavage. She looked back up at me and smiled. It was a certain kind of smile that made my present condition worse. I was getting uncomfortably hard.

  Marcy laid her hands on my knees and slowly moved them upwards. This was like a fantasy come true. Her fingers opened my belt and then the button at the top of my trousers.

  Was this really happening? Marcy didn’t do oral sex, ever. Still, I had a feeling that was where this was heading.

  She unzipped me, and her fingers slipped into my boxers. She got out my penis and pumped it up and down in her hand.

  Her fingers wrapped around me. That was a beautiful thing to see.

  Her hand moved faster, and she kept moving closer to me with her face.

  Suddenly, I was in her mouth. Good Lord, that felt amazing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight.

  It felt so good that I had to lay my hands flat on the table to take the pleasure because it was so intense.

  She licked around the tip of my engorged penis and sucked on it.

  My hands moved to her head. I wanted to hold her in place, and even push her down further, but I let her do what felt right for her. I definitely wanted her to do this again.

  She let go of me, stood up and started to undress right before my eyes. Needless to say, she had my complete attention.

  Very sexily she removed her clothes piece for piece, except the thick cotton socks that she was wearing. She lifted up her left leg and straddled me. Both of her hands returned to my penis. I watched her intrigued as she raised her firm legs up and position me directly under her opening.

  So slowly that it was painful, she lowered her body around me. She went so slowly that my penis grew even longer in anticipation. Then I was in.

  We were joined together. This felt so right.

  Leisurely, she lifted her hips and lowered them. I laid my hands on her hips, wanting to hold her in place and make sure that she didn’t fall.

  I watched myself disappear and reappear between her legs. She presented a very erotic figure with her legs opened widely, her rounded hips, her tiny long tummy and her full breasts, which were right in front of my mouth, begging me to suckle on them.

  I caught a bouncing breast in my mouth and sucked on it hard, knowing that she was in a state of arousal that demanded a bit of roughness. She moaned out loudly, making music in my ears. Nothing turned me on more than knowing that I was pleasuring her.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her up and laid her on the table. Her legs wrapped around me. She was so wet that I easily slid in and out of her.

  I had her calling out to a higher power a minute later as I pumped faster and faster. “God! Oh yes, God!” she screamed out. Her nails scratched into my back as she came.

  I pressed my cheek into hers and thrust until I was finished up too.

  I guess I wasn’t as sick as I thought.

  I cuddled with her and kissed her. She needed attention after we made love, or she’d feel ashamed of herself. I had no idea why, but that was simply how she was.

  I went to bed early that night and took especially good care of myself that week.

  On Saturday morning, I decided that it was time to discuss the happenings of this last week.

  Marcy got into the shower after I did. I got dressed and combed my hair before I went into the kitchen and lifted up one of the chairs and placed it in front of the sink, so the back of the chair was against the counter. I sat down and called out for Marcy.

  While I waited, I opened the cuff on my right sleeve and rolled it up.

  My shoulders slumped when Marcy came in wearing extremely short shorts with a tight T-shirt and no socks. This woman deserved a major spanking.

  She noticed where I was sitting, and her jaw dropped. “But I didn’t do anything, Todd?” she questioned me.

  “Seriously? You’ve no idea why I’d want to spank you?”

  “No,” she dropped her chin and answered very meekly.

  “Don’t play games with me, Marcy. Open your shorts and drop them to your ankles.”

  “But I honestly didn’t do anything,” she protested in the softest of voices.

  “Yes, you did. And looking at your feet, I see that you’re doing it again.”

  “This is because of socks?” Her hands went to her hips, her voice was loud and she sounded insulted.

  “No, darling. This is all about a lack of socks,” I clarified.

  “No one gets sick because they don’t have socks on.” She folded her arms stubbornly over her chest.

  “You do. How often does it have to happen until it gets into your thick skull?”

  “Coincidence, it was only a coincidence. Others were sick at work too.”

  “Then that should have been a warning to you to take especially good care of yourself.” My voice was rising. I didn’t want to yell.

  My father had taught me that no one listens to a crazy person who is shouting instead of having a reasonable discussion. “Drop your shorts and panties, Marcy. This wasn’t meant to take all day.” My tone was back to normal.

  “So you don’t have time for me,” she accused me. Her arms moved to her sides and she frowned at me, pretending that her feelings were hurt.

  Why was it that women could take anything a man said and twist it around? “That wasn’t what I said, and you know it.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “You can believe me. I’ll always have time for you. Didn’t I prove that last weekend when you were sick, and again on Monday when you were horny.”

  “I wasn’t horny.”

  “Yes, you were.”

  “The only reason – was so you wouldn’t be mad.”

  I had to think about what she said. Was she saying that she only did it, so I wouldn’t be angry about her not wearing socks? “Did you use oral sex as a way to get out of a spanking?”

  “Duh?”

  My jaw dropped. I closed my mouth and pressed my lips tightly together, so I wouldn’t say what was going through my head.

  I took a deep breath. “So you knew that
you were in trouble, and you thought that you could get out of it with a blow job?”

  “You looked like you liked it,” she accused me.

  “So what you’re saying is if a murder rescues a cat out of a tree, he should walk free? You think that one good deed wipes out a bad one?”

  “I think that’s a very far-fetched comparison.” Marcy crossed her arms defensively over her chest.

  “No discussions. Get your adorable little backside over my knees this instant.”

  “No.”

  “No?” I repeated. It would never cease to surprise me that she thought that she didn’t deserve a sound bun-warming at the moment when she deserved it the most.

  I jumped up and grabbed her around her waist. Before she could say jackrabbit, I’d sat down and my arm started swinging. “You’re the most irresponsible and irrational person I’ve ever met.”

  Her feet were kicking away, and I was pretty sure that she was trying to get me.

  “Marcy, settle down.”

  “No!” She went wild then. I jumped up when I felt a pain in my upper thigh.

  She’d bitten me. That had never happened before.

  I was still holding onto her as she stood, looking at me with her hand over her mouth.

  “Remove your shorts and panties,” I whispered, too mad to speak any louder. “You’re in for the spanking of a lifetime.”

  She nodded, and her hands went right to work.

  I sat down, thinking that she was obviously sorry, and that she was trying to make brownie points with me.

  I looked at her half naked body and started to melt. She looked so innocent, and I felt a need to protect her sweetness. I had to remind myself how sick she’d been. She’d suffered from her own stupidity.

  “Come over my lap.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  I said nothing and waited. I’d given her clear instructions. There was no need for me to repeat myself.

  She leaned over me and moved until she was over my lap just right. Her adorable little ass was a bit pink. I admired it for a while before I started in.

  “That you’ve sorely earned this spanking is clear. Your behavior has been selfish and immature. I won’t even address the fact that you just bit me because it is beneath you, and I trust that you’ll never do it again.”

  “I promise, I won’t.” She was the picture of meekness.

  “Good, then I only need to spank you until you promise you’ll wear your socks.” I smacked her as hard as I could, repetitively.

  She had a lesson to learn, and it was one that we fought about often. If she’d just wear her damn socks, our marriage would have a lot more harmony. That was something that was really important to me. She should wear them alone for that reason.

  Her hips were rocking left and right over my thigh. She was already feeling the burn. Good, I thought.

  “I’d hoped that we could have a nice weekend in front of the fireplace last weekend, but because you were too lazy to put on a pair of socks, you got sick. It wasn’t a coincidence.”

  My hand was stinging in pain. Nevertheless, I brought it down with a force that showed her how disappointed I’d been. “Because I took care of you, I also got sick. I had a hard week at work. I didn’t have the chance to stay in bed and rest. What you did had a great effect on me and on our leisure time. It wasn’t a fun weekend for me, and the week that followed wasn’t great either.”

  I took a break from scolding and concentrated on smacking. I could hear her breathing heavily. She was suffering, hopefully enough that she’d learn from this experience.

  “Stop! Todd, I need a break. I can’t take it anymore. Daddy, please.”

  I leaned back in my chair and waited.

  Marcy’s hips were rotating, and her hands were slapping against the floor. She needed to blow off some steam for a moment.

  Once she settled down a little, I started back in. My goal was to make this memorable for her. She was already beet red, but I wasn’t finished yet. I wasn’t even close to finding my peace with the situation.

  “Why am I doing this?” I called out loudly, so she could hear me over her own ‘ohs’ and ‘ouches’.

  “Because you care,” she answered. She was sobbing, and I had a feeling that I’d finally gotten through to her.

  “That’s right. I really do care, Marcy. You’ll never know how much I care. You need to understand that you’re the most important person in the world to me. When you suffer, I suffer right along with you.” I lifted her up to my heart and held her.

  Marcy cried onto my shoulder. She was too ashamed to look at me.

  “Will you never understand how much I love you?”

  “I love you too. And I’m sorry that I bit you.”

  “And you’ll wear your socks?” I asked.

  “What about summer?” she asked. She must really hate socks. A mentally sound person would have quit while they were ahead.

  “How about we agree that you only have to wear them in the months that have an ‘R’ in them? That was the rule when I was a kid when we wanted to go barefoot outside. Is that fair?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She pushed away from me and got up. I watched her kneel down on the floor next to me. Her beautiful tear-strained face leaned over my leg and kissed me where she’d bitten me. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “I know, Marcy.”

  She crawled back onto my lap.

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to my heart. I had a good feeling about our marriage.

  Part 1 – Gina and Alexander

  ~ The Assignment ~

  Gina sat down at a café. It was the one closest to campus. Everyone came here to hang out. She had just finished her last final of the semester. That was a great feeling.

  Outside, snow was falling. Gina loved snow. Something about it warmed her soul. She could stare at it for hours.

  She sipped her hot chocolate and looked out of the window, enjoying the moment of peace.

  Her cell phone rang, bursting her happy place bubble. She looked at her cell and saw that she had a new assignment.

  This one was different. She scrolled down and read what the client wanted.

  Age play, it said.

  Gina wasn’t sure what that was.

  She would need to sit down and look that up when she was sure she was alone.

  Her job was unique. She was a call girl. College was expensive, and by the time she’d got here all the good jobs were gone.

  One day, Gina had overheard a girl in one of her classes complaining to a friend that she’d gotten fired because she wasn’t discrete. Gina had rolled her eyes and sarcastically thought, go figure.

  The girl had dropped the name of her employer, Natasha Burke. Gina had looked up the woman’s name and called, asking her if she was looking for someone new.

  It took some convincing, but Gina had gotten the job. She’d always loved sex. Her first boyfriend had been two years older than she was. They had stayed together until he went off to college.

  As far as love was concerned, both knew that it wasn’t the real thing, so they had broken up.

  After that, Gina had dated several guys in high school.

  Being a call girl was risky, but she was careful, and she knew it was a very easy way to make money if she protected herself and didn’t let emotions get in the way.

  The money was coming in at a steady flow. Her rent got paid every month, her tuition got paid every semester, and when she walked past a shop window and saw something she liked, she could buy it. It was a great feeling.

  She didn’t suffer from guilt. Sex was completely natural. Both men and women wanted it, but men were willing to pay for it. It was stupid not to take advantage of something like that.

  “Gina,” someone called out.

  Gina looked up and saw two girls from her Sociology class. “Hi, Carly. Hi, Sydney. Were you two out shopping?” She looked at the bags they had with them. These girls were rich and spoiled. They thought she belonged to t
heir club. Gina’s parents weren’t poor, but they certainly weren’t rich either. People assumed they were because of Gina’s lifestyle.

  “Yes, we were.” The girls joined Gina at the table. “We have to show you the cute sweater we got. It was so expensive that my Dad might cut up my credit cards.” Carly pulled out a white sweater with pearls on it.

  It wasn’t quite Gina’s taste, but she oohed and awed over it. “That will look so good on you. It was worth every cent.”

  Gina had the gift of making people feel comfortable around her. She wanted everyone to like her. Some people called it helper’s syndrome. The fact was she was a people pleaser. It made her happy to make other people happy.

  “Thank you. I’m going to wear it on my date with Chad on Valentine’s Day. He invited me out to dinner. I think he may pop the question.”

  “Really? How long have you two been going together?” Gina asked.

  “Three years,” Carly answered. “He said he has something special planned, and he told me to dress up. I’m so excited.”

  “That’s amazing. But then again, you’re amazing, so he’s just being smart and taking you off the market before someone else does.” Gina hugged her friend.

  “Sydney thinks I’m putting the cart before the horse, and that I’m reading too much into this,” Carly confessed.

  “It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t ask. I know he thinks you’re special. After all, you’re the one he’s taking out on Valentine’s Day. That alone means something.”

  Sydney smiled, glad that Gina had said that exactly right. “I agree. You can hope, but it doesn’t mean anything it he doesn’t. You both have another year of school.”

  “What matters is that you love each other and are prepared to be there for one another. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m so jealous,” Gina lied. She was pleased with the life she led. It was what she wanted and needed now.

  “Me too,” Sydney confessed.

  They asked each other about their plans for Valentine’s Night. Gina lied and said that she had to go home for her parents’ anniversary. The truth was she’d been booked for the whole weekend. The man wanted her from Friday night to Sunday afternoon.