Don't Call Me Daddy (Once Upon a Daddy)

by Kelli Callahan

  “I hope you realize just how much trouble you’re in this time, young lady.” He pats my ass.

  “I’m sorry, if that makes a difference.” I bite down on my lip and look back at him.

  “I doubt that very much.” His finger traces along the curve of my ass. “Wait a minute, Ms. Andrews. Are you even wearing panties today?”

  He already knows the answer to that question, but if it gets me in even more trouble than I’m already in, then I’m glad I made that choice.

  “No, sir, Principal Brooks.” I raise an eyebrow. “I forgot?”

  “Another lie, I’m sure.” He shakes his head. “You know what, Ms. Andrews? If you don’t care about your modesty, then neither do it. Take off your dress.”

  “What?” I give him a blank stare.

  “You heard me. You’re about to get your bare bottom spanked.” He narrows his eyes, and his tone gets firmer. Take it off. Now.”

  “Y-yes, sir.” I slowly lift up, and he helps me to my feet.

  The only thing I regret about not wearing panties is the fact that I’m already so wet it’s beginning to smear.

  Lawson watches me as I kick off my shoes and remove my dress. He seems to be pulled out of the fantasy for a moment when he sees me standing in front of him in nothing but my bra. Seeing the desire in his eyes is enough to make me crave something other than a spanking. I have a feeling I’m going to get that before the end of the night.

  “Alright, back in position.” He points at his knee.

  I drape myself across his knee just the way I was before. The uncertainty is kind of exhilarating.

  “Am I going to get ten for cheating on the math test?” I glance over my shoulder at him.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow!” I squirm a little bit.

  “That’s for asking.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Got any more questions?”

  He warned me about that last night. Tonight, he’s serious.

  “No, sir!” I quickly shake my head.

  “I can assure you that you’ll regret lighting that cigarette in my office long before you get spanked for it.” He lets his hand rest on my ass. “First, we’re going to discuss your math test.”

  “Yes, sir…” I mutter under my breath and nod.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Lawson isn’t holding back. He started off slow last night, but he knows what I can take now—how much it turns me on and how I beg for more.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Tonight, I may beg him to stop. My ass is already starting to sting.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow, I’m sorry…” I whimper as a particularly hard smack brings a tear to my eyes.

  “It’s far too late to be sorry, Ms. Andrews.” He gives me another hard smack. “This is punishment for what you’ve already done.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I won’t do it again!” I squirm on his knee and gasp as the next set lands on my naked ass.

  “Where have I heard that before?” He gives me another quick and hard smack. “Oh yes, from you.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Please, Principal Brooks!” I take a deep breath and feel my eyes water. “I’m really sorry! I promise I won’t do it again!”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  I’m excited, I’ve probably left a stain on his pants already, but I’m nowhere close to an orgasm. I don’t know what is different about it, but the spanking really hurts. It’s a strange combination of pleasure and pain. I can’t fully latch on to either one.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “You better hope this is the last time you end up in my office for cheating. Is that understood?” His tone actually has more authority than the one my high school principal used on me.

  “Yes, sir! I promise!” I wipe away the tears.

  “I want you to go stand in the corner with your hands on your head and think about what you’ve done.” He pats my ass. “Then we’ll discuss the rest of your naughty behavior.”

  He said I would regret lighting the cigarette before I ever got punished for it. He wasn’t kidding. My ass is already on fire, and I’m going to be across his knee for another spanking as soon as corner time is over.

  I slowly stand and walk to the corner.

  I feel chastised. Scolded. Punished. It’s exhilarating.

  This is what I craved and fantasied about for so long. It just feels like something is missing. Maybe there is a part of me that isn’t able to fully enjoy it like I did last night because he’s bending to what I want instead of pursuing his own desires.

  The kiss we shared on the couch. The way his hands moved against my body. That’s what he craves. He wants passion.

  “I’ll be back to deal with you in a few minutes.” He walks to the door. “Don’t move your hands from your head, you hear me?”

  “Yes, sir.” I nod.

  He’s really good at this. It’s a damn shame it doesn’t turn him on the same way it does me. Maybe there’s a way to blend what he wants with my fantasies. I certainly want a whole lot more from him tonight than a spanking, and I’ve already gotten that.

  I put a plan together in my head while I stand in the corner like a chastised student waiting on my principal to come back and deal with the rest of my naughty behavior. By the time I hear his footsteps in the hallway, I have every intention of being a whole lot naughtier the second I get a chance to do so.

  I’d love to go back across his knee and get every bit of the punishment I deserve, but I have to consider his needs as well. My ass will certainly thank me on the way back to Cedar Grove, even if I do crave the kind of release I got last night.

  If I put as much effort into this as he is, then there’s a good chance this won’t be the last night we spend together. I certainly want that. I hope he does too.

  The door opens, and Lawson returns. I stiffen my back and push my nose closer to the wall.

  “Alright, Ms. Andrews. I hope you’ve had plenty of time to think about what you did wrong.” He clears his throat. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”

  “Yes, sir.” I turn to face him and do my best not to smile.

  “Well then, get over here.” He sits in his chair.

  “You know, Principal Brooks…” I walk over slowly and bite down on my bottom lip as seductively as possible. “You’ve already given me a spanking. I could apologize for the rest of it another way.”

  I lean forward like I’m going to assume the position for a spanking but slide my hand up his leg instead. I make it almost all the way to his cock before he grabs my wrist.

  “That seems a little inappropriate, Ms. Andrews.” His eyes narrow like he keeps a straight face, but I feel his pants get a little tighter, so I decide to keep going.

  “You’ve had a busy day, right? I could get down on my knees…” I make a circle around my lips with my tongue. “I’ll give you a really good apology.”

  “You do seem pretty sorry for what you did.” He nods.

  “Yes, sir.” I try to bend my knees, but he pulls my arm forward before I can, which causes me to lose my balance.

  “I’ll let you apologize all you want—after your spanking is over.” Lawson’s knee breaks my fall, and I’m right back in position.

  “But…” I look over my shoulder and whine.

  “This is the only butt I’m concerned about.” Lawson gives me a firm smack in the center of my ass. “I’ve already had to give you a spanking for this. You obviously didn’t get the message.”

  “No, sir.” I shake my head and whimper.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Lawson gives me three hard smacks and then his hand lingers. He cups my ass and slides along my inner thigh until it grazes against
my pussy. I immediately shudder. Pleasure shoots through my body like a cannon.

  “Now you think an apology is good enough?” He pulls his finger away.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  I try to respond, but before I can, Lawson slides his finger down to my pussy again. He does more than graze it. He goes all the way to my clit and flicks his finger against it a few times. My eyes nearly roll back in my head. It’s never been this sensitive. It feels like I could orgasm in a matter of seconds if he continues, but he doesn’t. I get a slight taste of bliss, and then his finger is gone.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “You like being a naughty girl, don’t you, Ms. Andrews?” His tone softens, and he rubs my clit again.

  “Yes, sir…” I gasp and dig my nails into his knee.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I hope you don’t think you’re going to get to come during your spanking like last time.” He teases me a little more. “I’m not going to let you.”

  “You sure about that?” I begin to squirm on his knee due to pleasure instead of pain.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Since the last punishment didn’t work, I’m going to torture you an entirely different way this time.” He pushes my legs apart and slaps my inner thighs a couple of times before moving his finger back to my pussy. “But you will not come.”

  “Oh god…” I exhale sharply as the pressure begins to build up inside me.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The spanking isn’t as hard as the last one. It’s just enough to snap me back to reality after he teases my clit. And tease it he does. Over and over. I can feel my pussy dripping with my lust, but he keeps me from satisfying it. Neither the spanking nor the teasing is enough to push me over the edge. Lawson keeps me suspended at the blissful point between pleasure and pain—never giving me quite enough of either.

  “I bet you’re ready to apologize right now, aren’t you?” He pulls his finger away from my clit.

  “Yes, sir!” I nearly scream my response.

  “Too bad.” He lifts his hand.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  I try to squirm on Lawson’s knee to get closer, to get the kind of friction I had last night, but he continues to shift so that I can’t. I get a few harder slaps on my ass for trying. I’ve never had a fantasy like this. It’s totally new, and it’s both incredible and frustrating at the same time. I need to come so bad that the fire inside me is burning hotter than the one he has lit on my ass.

  “Please…” I whimper. “Please let me come.”

  “No, you’re being punished.” He holds me firmly in position. “After your punishment is over, you’re going to get to apologize. Then I might let you come.”

  This torture is going to continue as long as he wants it to. I’m his puppet on a string. He could make me do literally anything right now.

  I’d beg for it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lawson

  I don’t know if I’m trapped in Ainsley’s fantasy right now or one of my own. The lines are completely blurred. The moment she offered to get down on her knees confirmed that the night was headed in the direction I thought it was, and I no longer had any reason to pretend that she was just going to get a spanking.

  It seems like I jumped the gun when I got so frustrated earlier. Her fantasies may not be exactly what I like, but I have no problem spanking her if that’s what she needs to get turned on; especially if it leads to this.

  I won’t deny being a little conflicted about it. Unless she left something out about her experiences, then she’s probably a virgin. This may be the first time she’s ever been touched by a man.

  The problem is that I really like Ainsley. As wrong as it is. As many differences as we have beyond the obvious ones. She’s woken something up inside of me that I thought was dead. It’s like an emotional faucet filled with physical desire, and I don’t know how to shut it off.

  She craves torment, but she doesn’t even know what kind of torment is out there—what I can do to her, how long I can make her squirm.

  “Please, oh god…” Ainsley begins to writhe on my knee. “Please let me come. I’ll do anything! I swear!”

  She’s putty in my hands, begging to be molded.

  “Anything, Ms. Andrews?” I look down at her.

  “Yes, sir.” She meets my stare and nods as quickly as her head will move.

  “Stand up.” I lean back and hold her arm so that she doesn’t have to put any weight on her injured hand.

  Ainsley’s knees nearly buckle when she tries to stand. I’ve ravaged her body with pleasure and bliss without allowing her to climax. She’s in agony, and while I don’t normally get off on that sort of thing, I can tell she’s going to have the orgasm of her life when I finally let her come. The thought of that is enough to make my dick throb. It’s going to be fucking incredible.

  “Remove your bra.” I motion to her. “We’ve already established how little you care about your own modesty…”

  “Y-yes, sir.” She blushes but complies.

  She’s so fucking gorgeous. Her tits are soft and perky. Just naturally beautiful. Her nipples look like they’ve been turned into permanent nubs by all of the teasing.

  “Turn around and bend over my desk.” I move my chair back to give her room. “I want your legs as far apart as you can get them.”

  “Okay…” Her eyes reflect a bit of hesitation, but she does it anyway.

  I rub my cock through my pants as she spreads her legs and bends over my desk until I have a perfect view of everything. Long legs. Pussy dripping with desire. Ass red from a spanking that she begged for. I could lean forward and make her come so fucking easy, then bury my dick inside her. I’m not going to do that though—not yet. Fuck, I want her so damn bad. I want a whole lot more than her mouth, but I’ll start with it.

  “Play with your pussy.” I rub my cock a little faster. “Just don’t make yourself come.”

  “I…” She exhales sharply. “Yes, sir.”

  Ainsley’s hand slides between her legs, and she rubs her clit. She’s careful and slow. She may crave an orgasm, but she’s doing her best to avoid it. Her obedience makes my cock throb even harder.

  “Not just the clit.” I lean forward and give her a hard slap on the ass. “Push a finger inside your pussy and tell me how tight it is.”

  “Okay.” She moves her middle finger past her clit and pushes it into her pussy. “It’s really tight, sir…”

  She doesn’t have to tell me. I can see it with my own eyes. I just like hearing it and watching her squirm as she tries to avoid making herself come.

  “I bet you wish you had something inside of your pussy right now a lot bigger than your finger, don’t you?” I unfasten my belt—I’m so hard my pants are starting to feel like a prison.

  “Oh god, yes…” She shudders, and her entire body jerks. “I need to stop!”

  “No, you’re going to keep going.” I shake my head and give another hard slap on her ass.

  She whimpers, whines, and her breathing gets heavier. She’s struggling. Hell, I’m struggling too. My cock feels like it’s going to explode before she ever gets her lips around it, especially after I get it out of my pants.

  “Please, I’m begging you.” It sounds like she’s about to sob.

  I’ve pushed her as far as I can. It’s time to end it.

  “Are you ready to give me that apology?” I reach out to stop her from touching herself and lightly stroke my dick.

  “Yes!” She furiously nods.

  “So am I.” I lean back in my chair.

  Ainsley’s knees are even more wobbly than they were before once she leans up from my desk. I prepare to catch her if she falls, but she keeps her balance. The hunger in her eyes is enough to make my cock pulsate a couple of times as she dro
ps to her knees between my thighs.

  “Alright, naughty girl.” I reach out and put my thumb on her lips. “Show me how sorry you really are.”

  “Yes, sir.” She gasps and kisses my thumb.

  I get a preview of how good those lips are going to feel. It makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck in anticipation.

  She loves to be punished. I’m going to teach her to love to please.

  “Alright then.” I pull my thumb away and grab the base of my cock.

  Ainsley puts her hands flat on my thighs and slowly lowers her lips to the head of my dick without breaking eye contact. She gently kisses it a few times, and then her lips part. I take a deep breath when I feel her tongue. It’s incredible, but not as incredible as watching her lips get wider so that she can pull my cock between them.

  “That’s it, show me how sorry you are.” I exhale sharply.

  Her mouth is warm and wet. It’s fucking paradise. There is no hesitation on her part. She massages my cock with her tongue while sliding it further into her mouth. It doesn’t take her long to get a decent rhythm going, especially when her saliva coats my shaft. If she’s never done this before, it doesn’t show. Or maybe it’s just been so damn long for me that I’d be happy with anything right now.

  “Is this a good apology?” Ainsley pulls my cock out of her mouth and looks up at me.

  “It’s a very good apology.” I nod. “Keep going.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiles, and then the head slides between her lips.

  I’m even beginning to like it when she says yes, sir. She’s so sweet and obedient. I don’t think she was just living out a fantasy when she said she would do anything I wanted—that sounded like the absolute truth. I left morality at the door, so fuck it. I’m going to enjoy having her on her knees for now and in my bed later tonight.

  “That feels good.” I gasp when she pulls my cock deeper. “All the way in. I want to feel your lips on my balls.”

  Ainsley tries to oblige my request. She starts to struggle once my dick hits the back of her throat. No surprise there. She fights against the resistance and chokes as she continues, to the point that I’m close to telling her it’s okay if she can’t take it all, but then she manages to get her breathing under control. She pulls my cock deep and swallows. The first try is unsuccessful, but the second one goes off without a hitch.