by Anthology
“So, after a spanking comes forgiveness and moving forward together. It does not mean I am going to get rid of you.”
She pressed into me. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
“D-does this mean I’m still getting spanked with the spoon?”
“Yes. Do you trust me to do that?”
“I want to.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter 8
Angela
Those two words gave me the strength to allow Brian to guide me off the comfort his lap and back over his knee. Everything felt so heavy, like I was holding the weight of the world on my shoulders and I just wanted to let it go.
He pulled my jeans all the way off my legs and the cool air of the room made me shiver. Or maybe it was the nerves. I closed my eyes, but that was a bad idea. Now all I remembered was sitting on that woman’s front porch, my single bag packed, waiting for children’s services to pick me up. My body tensed and I opened my eyes. How stupid was it that after all these years, that should be the memory that still haunted me?
I can’t do this.
Brian rubbed my bare skin. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s you and me. Focus on my voice.”
His comfort helped to bring me back to the here and now, and I forced my muscles to relax slightly. Until the first smack of the spoon. It was awful. The sting was so different from that of his hand, more concentrated and way less forgiving. He swatted each cheek half a dozen times, moving the spoon all around and making it impossible to brace against where the next bite would land.
“How are you doing, little angel?”
“That’s kind of a silly question to ask when you’re spanking me, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help the sarcasm, but as soon as it was out, I wished I could take it back. He aimed at the lower part of my ass and smacked six more times.
“You know what I mean, little girl. Also, sassing in this position is not wise,” he informed me unnecessarily.
“Sorry!” I screeched, kicking my legs in a futile attempt to lessen the sting. “It hurts, but I’m doing okay.”
“Good. A few more then we are all done. You are being such a good girl for Daddy.”
Smiling to myself, I grabbed his leg and waited.
I learned something in that moment; Brain was a lying liar who lies. There were not ‘a few left,’ there were a fuckton more than a few and that spoon set my ass on fire. By the time he was finished, I was begging, thrashing, shrieking and sobbing. It was a wonder that he could even hold me over his lap, but he did, thanks to his superhuman strength, and he just kept on applying that spoon until I never, ever, ever wanted to go in his lab again.
Setting the spoon aside at last, Brian pulled me back up to sit on his knee, ignoring my wail the instant my poor butt made contact with his thigh. I rubbed frantically, but not for long. I couldn’t bear the separation from him, and almost as fast as I was upright, I flung myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life.
“A-a-are we d-d-done?” I sobbed into his shoulder.
“Yes, little angel. All done. You are forgiven, sweet girl.”
“Y-you’re forgiven too,” I bawled as he hugged me tight.
“Thank you.” He chuckled. “Take your time. Calm down and then we can talk.”
I didn’t want to talk anymore, so I just nodded and focused on calming my breaths. I wasn’t sure how I felt about how easily this man could get me to cry when I had fought long and hard to gain full control of my emotions. I should have been able to keep the tears at bay, but nope, not with him. It was frustrating and freeing at the same time. He took my control away. I could not think or force myself not to react. As strong and stubborn as I could be, he was stronger and way more stubborn. I’d met my match and god help me, but sitting there on his lap, barely able to breathe through my hiccupping sobs, with my ass on fire, I think I fell just a little bit in love.
My feelings were all at war with one another. Brian did not try to fill the silence between us. He held me tight, rubbing my back and kissing the crown of my head. At one point, he offered me some tissues, but that was it. No pressure, no expectations, just the two of us, cuddled on the couch and lost in our own thoughts.
“I’m hungry,” I finally said, giving voice to the easiest feeling I could single out and identify.
“I bet you are, my little fighter. You barely ate and you put up quite the fuss there towards the end.” He teasingly poked me in the side. “How about that pie?”
“Pie sounds good.”
I stood and pulled up my panties, but the jeans were too much so I opted not to wear them.
Brian didn’t say a word about my decision to go half-naked from the waist down, and for that I was thankful.
He got the pie from the counter and grabbed a fork.
I went to get another fork and some plates, but he stopped me. “You don’t need that. We can share.”
“Okay.” I liked the sound of that, like a lot.
Brian sat at the table and pulled me back into his lap. “I like having you here, angel.”
“On your lap?”
“On my lap, in my home. All of it.”
“Me too.” I admitted. “But I kind of miss my shop and my stuff.”
“You can make me a list, and after you go to sleep tonight, I will go and see if I can get any more of your things. Will that help?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Then he fed me pie. It was the most intimate moment I had ever had with a man. Sharing a pie I’d made from scratch, letting him feed me while I sat half naked on his lap. I’d never felt more taken care of.
“Want to talk to me about what you found today?”
All the memories of what I’d seen on those videos came rushing in. I had so many questions, but it also reminded me that I’d seen something that wasn’t meant for me to see and while I didn’t exactly feel the pang of guilt any longer, it still felt like I invaded his privacy. “If it’s okay.”
“What exactly did you see?”
“I saw you in a lab. A different one. You were working on some kind of robot. Then something happened, and two other people there and you were unconscious.”
“Those two people are Bobby and Stella. Bobby is my cousin, and Stella and I used to be lab partners.”
“So, what happened?”
“The short version is, Stella created a robot to play her fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. He was brilliant and perfect, and we decided to use the technology she created to build a prototype of another bot that would be able to help fight crime. Something went wrong and the nano tech transferred into my system. We are still trying to discover exactly how or why it occurred.”
“Wow.”
“Wow is a good word. I’ve been researching my own body as well as trying to recreate the technology since it happened, but there are no answers yet. In the meantime, I decided to use my newfound powers to help fight crime myself.” He shrugged.
“You act like that’s no big deal, but in reality, it’s a huge deal. You sacrifice yourself and your research to save other people. Who knows where I would be if you hadn’t decided to do that.”
He pulled me in tight, and held me close. “I’d rather not think about that, angel. You are here and you are safe. That’s all that matters right now.”
“But what about you and what you want?” I turned so that I was straddling his lap and facing him.
“Wants and needs change, little one. In the last week, I’m finding mine are a lot different now than they have been the past few years.”
“How so?”
“Well, before I saved you and brought you here, I hadn’t realized just how sad and lonely my life really was. I never thought I would bring a woman into this. Never thought she would understand. You unknowingly fell into it, but I think that fate was definitely involved. You were meant for me, Angela Shue.”
I was stunned by his admission. I felt the exact same way, but I didn’t kno
w how to say it. The feelings were too big and too scary.
I didn’t need to say anything. Brian ran his hands up to the back of my neck. When he drew me into him, I didn’t want to resist. I looked at his handsome mouth as he said, “Daddy would like to kiss you now, angel.”
Tiny chill-like thrills zipped through my nerves, making every fine hair stand up on my neck as I stared at his lips. I don’t know if it was the prospect of a kiss from him that did that or the very intimate way he’d just called himself Daddy that did it. I licked my lips, fighting back shivers. “I think I’d like that too, D-Daddy.”
I stammered over the word, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hand caressed the back of my neck, before applying just enough pressure to close that little bit of distance remaining open between us.
My toes curled when the softness of his lips brushed over mine. I’ve always heard of that happening in romance novels, but I’d never actually felt it before. Not like I felt it now, and it was weird, because I felt that kiss everywhere. In the points that my nipples instantly became, in my freshly-spanked bottom as it burned and ached and pulsed in that low, wounded way that spanked flesh did when it was making the erotic shift from something that didn’t feel good into something that actually did. That pulsing throb turned molten as it moved all around inside me. No longer now just in my bottom, that throb was inside of me. In my womb, in my pussy, and definitely in my clit.
“Don’t be scared, little angel,” he said between kisses, his hands moving everywhere all over my body. He caressed my face, my shoulders, down the hour-glass curve of my waist to my hips, until at last he was cupping the source of all that pleasurable, painful throbbing in the palms of his hands. He squeezed the bottom he had so thoroughly spanked. “You have nothing to fear from Daddy.”
“I’m not afraid,” I whispered back, only then aware of how badly I was trembling.
“No?” He wasn’t quite kissing me. He was caressing my lips with his own. Back and forth, soft as satin and hot as hell. “Why are you shaking, then?”
“I’m not shaking.” But I was, I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel all the strength in his body conquering me one devouring kiss as a time, over and over until I was nothing but a boneless puddle right here in his lap.
“Naughty girls who tell Daddy lies get spanked,” he murmured, smiling, his hands squeezing my bottom cheeks until the exotic hurt of it had me writhing and gasping in his lap. “Is that what you want, my little angel? Do you want Daddy to smack your naughty bottom some more?”
I gushed. Hot liquid arousal flooded my pussy, soaking into the crotch of my underwear. Why, oh why, did I have to put them back on? All they were right now was the most unwelcome barrier between me and the bulge of his cock, contained as it was by his own pants, but far from hidden from me. I could feel it. In the wriggling of my hips as I tried so hard to get closer. My needy, weeping pussy kept bumping and grinding down against him. I wanted him so desperately. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.
He swatted me, a brisk slap of his spanking hand against my already hot bottom. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it did when he truly meant it to, but the wooden spoon had already tenderized me from behind, and I still yelped, the minor pain of it zipping straight between my legs where my poor, achy, needy, confused body tried to interpret it as an orgasm. I shuddered with the unbearable pleasure of it.
“Answer your Daddy,” he said with mock severity. “Does Daddy need to spank you again?”
“No, Daddy,” I begged him, but I was nodding. “Just not the spoon, Daddy. Please, just not the spoon.”
“That’s for me to decide, not you,” he said, rubbing and squeezing, and then smacked my bottom yet again.
The swat hit me like another mini-orgasm, and I clung to him, riding those quivering waves until he caught the back of my neck and pulled my mouth hard onto his. He plundered me. There’s simply no other way to describe it. With nibbles of his teeth and flicks of his tongue, from the moment he coaxed me to open, I became his. Daddy’s toy. Daddy’s plaything. And oh, how he played with me.
Apparently, the barrier of my underwear bothered him too. He tore them, drinking the gasp my from lips as he ripped the gusset right out until my panties became nothing more than a tattered cotton belt of elastic around my waist. He squeezed my ass, repeatedly, molding my tender cheeks in his palms before allowing his hands to follow those blushing curves down into the wetness between my tensing thighs.
I loved the taste of his moan when his fingertips slipped into the tight, slick heat of me. I loved the feel of his broad finger as he pushed up inside me. One finger filled me. Two stretched me to the point where I could not hold still. My hips rocked of their own volition, riding his fingers as he pumped them inside me.
I could have come. I almost did. He took me right to the razor-sharp edge of the hardest orgasm I’d ever had and then whipped his fingers right back out of me, slapping my bottom with both hands as he ordered me, “Get up. Daddy wants sugar, and you don’t get to come until I get it.”
My legs were shaking. My whole body was begging for the orgasm he’d deprived me of, to the point that it almost hurt. But good girls obeyed their Daddies, didn’t they? Especially when their pussies were as needy as mine. It was all I could think of. The emptiness and the ache that his thrusting fingers had both soothed and yet also made so much worse.
Clinging to his shoulders, I backed off his lap until I was standing, and he shifted, laying down on the couch. He scooted down so his head wasn’t cricked by the armrest. Tall as he was, the couch was only just long enough to hold him without him having to bend his legs. But he did bend them. He scooted down until his head was a good foot from the armrest and then beckoned to me. “Come here.”
My mouth ran dry, especially when he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, freeing the length of his hard cock.
“Come on,” he said again. “Kneel down over my face. I want to taste you while you’re a good girl for Daddy.”
Heat gushed from my womb, trickling through the folds of my pussy until I could feel the tickling drops of it spilling down my thighs.
“I-I’ve never done this,” I stammered as I slowly approached his head.
“It’s all right,” he assured me. “Be a good girl now.”
Damn, what those little phrases did to me. As unsure as I was about this new position, just his saying those little words made me want to be his good girl in every and any way possible. I climbed up onto the couch, terrified over the view I was presenting as I knelt down with my knees against his shoulders and my… everything else directly over his head. I faced down the length of him, not knowing where to put my hands, not wanting to put my weight anywhere on him, and eyeing the jut of his cock sticking straight up out of his open fly. It all but beckoned me to it. I licked my lips.
He took my hips in his hands and my body reacted with another flood of liquid lust. “Take Daddy in your mouth and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
My breath caught as I lowered myself over him.
“Such a beautiful angel,” he murmured a half second before the flick of his tongue licked along the furrow of my sex, parting my folds and laying me open to him in the most vulnerable and intimate way any woman could be bared to her lover.
I touched his cock, holding it in my hand as his lips and tongue explored their way to my clit. Closing my eyes, I muffled a cry when he found it, but his hard smack on my bottom brought me sharply back to what I was supposed to be doing.
His mouth was on my clit when he spanked me again, slightly harder, and I quickly took him in both hands, opened my mouth, and cautiously allowed myself to savor my very first taste of Daddy. He was long and thick, soft and hard, with a burgeoning tip that was shaped like a mushroom and which I could happily have licked and sucked and played with forever. I loved the feel of him, the hot throbby veins that stood out against his skin, the softness of his balls as I explored as much of his length as I could reach, the salty drops that
welled up from his tip as I traced all around the head of him with my tongue.
This wasn’t my first time blowing a guy, but it was the first time I’d truly enjoyed it. And it absolutely was the first time a guy had ever gone down on me while I returned the favor. Everything that I was doing to him, he did to me first. When he reached around my splayed thighs to part the folds of my pussy with his hands, I wrapped both of mine around his shaft and stroked his marvelous length. When he nibbled at the hidden nub of my clit, teasing it from its sheltering hood, I teased and nibbled at him, careful of my teeth, using only my lips and tongue as I rolled endless circles all around his head. When he pulled the whole of my pulsing clit into his mouth, sucking and lashing with his tongue, mewling and gasping and hardly able to hold still, I sucked him hard in turn.
His thumb found the puckered rim of my back entrance, and my whole body convulsed under the rolling wave of pleasure that wracked through me. I engulfed him, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could hold as I moaned and gasped and mewled to the aggressive sucking of his mouth on my clit, the invading thrust of two fingers, sliding back up inside my weeping pussy, stretching me open once more, and then the slow, penetrating thrust of his thumb as he sank into my ass up to the first knuckle.
I had no way to compete with that.
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he moaned, and I tried. I tried so hard, moving my hands, bobbing my head, drinking those salty drops of precum that kept trickling from his head as I lost myself in the sensations he kept wringing from me. My moans were constant, and so were the flicks of the fingers he fucked me with. Slow, deep thrusts that went from two fingers to three and stretched me that much further.
My pussy locked down on him. My thighs were shaking non-stop.
“Yes,” he breathed, “just like that.”
I had no idea what I was even doing anymore. I moved on his cock out of sheer instinct and the single-minded desperation of a woman riding three fingers in her pussy and a thumb in her ass. I couldn’t stop moaning. I couldn’t stop squirming. I couldn’t stop making love to him with my mouth, because I needed him so damn much. I needed him to come every bit as hard as I was about to. I needed to hear that hitch in his breathing as his hips began to jerk. I ached to hear him moan, deep heart-felt pleasure as his hard body locked in the convulsions of his own orgasm.
