“I’m really sorry.” I look up at him as he walks in.
“Don’t apologize.” He shakes his head and sits in front of me. “Tell me what happened. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it wasn’t what I thought it would be.” I look down and sigh.
“What were you expecting, exactly? I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure myself. I tried to do what you asked for.” He wipes away my tears and moves closer.
“It was, but it was different than I imagined.” I lean forward and rest my head on his shoulder.
Lawson wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his embrace. He holds me for a while. Neither one of us say a word. His embrace seems to drive away all the confusion in my head. The desire that retreated begins to come back, and it brings clarity with it. I start to understand what was missing, what was different. This was supposed to be a fantasy, but it was too real because of all the guilt I felt.
“Thank you.” I sigh.
“For what?” He leans back. “I don’t believe I deserve a thank you after what happened in the bedroom.”
“You do.” I nod. “You were willing to try it, and you didn’t get upset when I panicked. You just … kept being amazing.”
“I didn’t feel very amazing when you ran away from me.” He raises an eyebrow.
“I think I imagined it differently. When we were in the office earlier, it was a lot more playful and fun. Even the serious parts, if that makes sense…” I let out a softer sigh.
“You liked Principal Brooks a lot more than Daddy, huh?” He tilts his head slightly.
“I wouldn’t mind a Daddy that is like Principal Brooks.” I finally smile.
“Well then, maybe that young lady needs to find out what happens when she gets home, and her Daddy finds out she’s been sent to the principal’s office again?” He runs his hands along my back and pulls me into a tighter embrace. “If you’re up for it. No pressure. We can go to bed if you aren’t.”
“Only if my daddy wants an apology like the one I gave Principal Brooks.” I move my hand to his inner thigh and work my way toward his cock.
“Oh, I think your daddy would like that a whole lot.” His cock begins to get hard as I rub my hand across it.
“I know I’ll have to get a spanking first.” I whimper. “Cheating on a test and smoking at school—he’s going to be really upset about that.”
“No doubt.” Lawson exhales sharply.
All of the excitement and exhilaration returns. This is a safe fantasy. It isn't bogged down with emotions or the guilt I feel about what I did. It’s the kind of fantasy I imagined when I was alone in my room with the constant swirl of different faces that never came into focus. Now it’s clear. Lawson is going to be my daddy tonight.
I’m so thankful he hasn’t given up on me after my episode earlier. He put aside all of his hesitations to try to give me what I wanted, but I got lost somewhere along the way. I thought I wanted it to be real, but I needed it to be playful and fun. Maybe there’s a time and place for the other, but it isn’t what I’m craving right now. Lawson introduced me to something so much better—something that is filled with pleasure and punishment, where the pain melds into beautiful bliss. That’s what I need with him.
It doesn’t matter if he’s Principal Brooks or Daddy or someone else entirely; as long as it’s him behind that scowl.
“Can you wait for me in the bedroom this time?” I pull back from his embrace.
“Why is that?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Isn’t the naughty girl supposed to be the one who waits for her punishment?”
“Yes, but you’ll see. Trust me.” I smile.
“Okay.” He stands and extends his hand for mine.
Lawson walks back to the bedroom, and I wait until the door is closed before I leave the bathroom. Everything feels right again. I’m so happy that fumbling around in my fantasy didn’t make him regret agreeing to be my daddy. I would never be able to forgive myself if I ruined it, just like I almost ruined our entire evening the first time I called him that.
It’s a learning process, but he’s so damn patient. Way more patient than I deserve.
I’ll spend the rest of the time we have together this weekend showing him just how thankful I really am.
Chapter Sixteen
Lawson
I struggle internally when I return to the bedroom. The way Ainsley left the bedroom scared me. I thought I had done something wrong or actually hurt her. This is all so new to me. I thought I had Ainsley somewhat figured out, but just like before, I got another curve ball thrown at me. There seems to be a thin line between one of her fantasies being real and too real. I’m having trouble with the distinction, but at least I know what she wants right now.
Playful. Fun. I can do that. We did it in the office and both enjoyed the experience, even when I was outside of my own comfort zone. I want to make her happy and enjoy what comes afterward. I didn’t realize how much I missed having a woman in my arms until I got to hold Ainsley. I have needs too. They’re just not as confusing as hers. I don’t fault her for any of it. The grip is too tight.
After sitting on the edge of the bed for several minutes, I begin to worry. I don’t know what is taking Ainsley so long. Just when I’m about to stand and go check on her, the door opens. Her footsteps are so soft that I didn’t even hear her coming.
“Hi, Daddy.” She pokes her head in, and I see a devious grin on her lips. “I’m home from school.”
“Good, we need to have a talk.” I fold my arms across my chest.
“Is something wrong?” She pushes the door open. “Did you forget I had practice today?”
I blink a couple of times in surprise when I see her. She isn't wearing her dress anymore. She’s wearing her cheerleader outfit from last night, minus the zombie makeup. She looked damn gorgeous in her dress but seeing her in that tiny little skirt makes my cock swell.
“No, I don’t want to talk about that.” I shake my head. “I got a call from Principal Brooks.”
“Oh.” She looks down as she pushes the door closed. “I should’ve known he would call. How much trouble am I in this time?”
“Why don’t you come on over here and find out.” I motion to her.
“Daddy, I can explain.” She gives me a pitiful look as she walks closer, but the smile is still lingering behind it.
“Which part would you like to explain first?” I raise an eyebrow. “Cheating on your test? Smoking in the principal’s office? I’d love to hear you justify either one of those.”
“Maybe I don’t have a good explanation.” Her voice trails off.
“I didn’t think you would.” I reach for her wrist. “I’m sure you know what’s going to happen now.”
“Yes, sir.” She nods as I pull her into position across my knee.
“Principal Brooks said you also forgot to wear panties to school today.” I flip up her skirt and find that she is actually wearing them now. “Guess you found some before practice?”
“Yeah.” She struggles not to giggle.
“Well, they’re coming down.” I reach for the band and strip them from her waist in one quick motion.
This is playful and fun, just like she wanted. I feel kind of foolish, like a caricature of myself instead of who I really am, but it’s what she needs. I see that now. She puts on this tough exterior that begs to be cracked open to expose her vulnerabilities, but she’s never had to face them before. She’s not ready for that, no matter how much she thinks she is. That was clear as day when we tried this the first time.
“Please don’t spank me too hard, Daddy.” She looks over her shoulder at me and pouts. “Principal Brooks already punished me for this.”
“Yeah, but you know the rules, young lady.” I trace the curve of her ass and let my finger drag along her inner thighs. “If you get in trouble at school, you get in trouble at home.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I know…” She whimpers.
I don’t sp
ank her as hard as I did earlier. I keep it on the lighter side where it’s firm enough for her to feel it, but barely enough to make her skin blush. That will obviously change if I keep going, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to resist what I really want.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I let my hand linger and trace down to her inner thighs. She was wet before I even got her panties down, and the light spanking is already enough to drench her pussy.
This is exactly what she craves. It isn't real punishment. It’s just a game. Maybe she thought she wanted more, but she’s never explored any of her fantasies except when they were running through her head.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpers and squirms on my knee so that her clit will rub against my pants.
“You know how I feel about cheating, don’t you?” I give her a quick slap on her ass and then slowly move my hand to her pussy. “And about smoking.”
“Yes, sir.” She gasps when I slide my finger along the entrance of her pussy.
“Then why did you do it?” I push my finger inside her, and she grinds her clit against my leg a little harder.
“I don’t know, Daddy.” She lets out a soft sigh. “Maybe I just wanted you to give me a spanking…”
“Is that so?” I slowly move my hand back to her ass. “Well, that is exactly what you’re getting, isn’t it?”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir.” She gasps and keeps squirming.
I consider not letting her come, simply because it was fun to torment her earlier, but I don’t think that’s the right thing to do right now. I want this to be a good experience, and while I’m not as turned on by spanking her as she is from being on the receiving end of it, I can’t deny that it’s starting to do something to me. Having a gorgeous girl squirming on my knee, it’s a lot hotter than I originally thought, and I’m actually getting into it this time. Perhaps it’s because I know what is going to happen after this punishment is over.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such a naughty, naughty girl.” I slap her ass a few more times for emphasis.
“I know, Daddy.” She whimpers, and I hear a moan.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ainsley squirms harder and grinds herself directly against my leg as fast as she can. She’s getting close. I move my hand down to her clit and push her hand away without saying a word. She doesn’t have to do it on her own. I’m happy to make her come. I adjust so that I can slap her ass with my other hand while I massage her clit.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” She jerks and shudders.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She’s practically dripping with desire now. Her motions become erratic, but I keep her in place so I can keep slapping her ass while I focus on her clit. Her moans get louder. She’s so fucking close. My cock throbs against my pants, begging to be released, begging for a taste of her.
“I’m gonna come!” She pushes up and squeals.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I keep spanking her ass and rubbing her pussy until she erupts in bliss. That isn’t enough for me. I carry her through the peak, and then I make her come again. My cock begins to ache for the same thing. I fumble with my pants and unbutton them. That feels better, even if it isn’t inside her. I stop when she finally goes limp across my knee. Completely satisfied. Totally exhausted from the shockwaves of pleasure.
“Good lord…” She exhales sharply. “That was even better than last time.”
“I think we’re figuring this out, aren’t we?” I look down at her and smile.
“Yeah.” She pushes up until I can pull her into my arms. “Thank you.”
I hold Ainsley in my arms for a couple of minutes, and then her lips begin to nibble on my neck, and she works her way up to my ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” She purrs. “Please, I want to be a good girl for you now.”
“You will be.” I reach down and strip her panties off her legs.
I’m overcome with desire. I never thought hearing someone call me Daddy would make my dick throb, but this is different. This is dirty passion, illicit desire, and fuck if my body doesn’t react to it.
I lift up and drop Ainsley on the bed. She lands on her hands and knees. I don’t give her a chance to turn over. I jerk her hips to the edge of the bed, move her skirt out of the way, and drive my cock into her from behind. I start thrusting before we even get situated on the mattress. I have a hunger that needs to be satisfied, and her pussy is the only thing that can do it.
“That feels good!” Ainsley moans.
“Now you’re going to show me how good you can be.” I hold on to her hips and thrust.
She’s so fucking tight, but her body knows how to adjust to me. She’s already mine. She knows it as much as I do. It doesn’t take long for my cock to throb. I can feel her getting close to an orgasm, and I have a pent-up need begging to be released inside her. I lean forward, sliding my hands up her body until I’m squeezing her tits while I thrust. I pull and tear at her top until her nipples are exposed, then I squeeze her tits harder.
“God, yes!” She lets out a gasp and a loud moan. “Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t stop!”
I move a hand to her back, and it gets tangled in her hair. I pull on it and hear a whimper of excitement that tells me she likes it. Every thrust is harder than the one before it. Our bodies get tense, driven by primal urges that won’t let us stop until both of us are satisfied. I drive my dick as deep as it will go, over and over, intentionally hitting her g-spot every single time. I finally feel her pussy spasm on my length. I can’t hold back anymore. Her head flies back as her orgasm begins, and she screams for mine.
I grunt and growl as the ecstasy consumes me. We erupt in bliss at the same time. I fill her with my seed, and her sweet, beautiful spasms drain every drop from my balls as she hits the peak of pleasure. It feels so fucking wrong for it to end. I keep going until I force her body to come for me one more time. It’s all we have left.
We mutter to each other. Soft words. Echoes and whispers of the passion that got us to this point. She falls forward on the bed, and I pull her into my arms as I collapse. Neither one of us have anything else to offer. We’re both exhausted. We lay silent for some time before she finally turns over in my arms.
“Thank you.” Her emerald eyes meet my stare. “I know you didn’t want to do that at first, but I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah.” I exhale sharply. “I’m glad I did too.”
It’s the truth. I didn’t want her to call me Daddy at first, but I gave in. I enjoyed it. This gorgeous woman has breathed life back into my body and taught me things about myself I didn’t know. I’m exhausted, but my soul is awake.
I have a reason to live now.
She’s given it to me.
Chapter Seventeen
Ainsley
I fall asleep in Lawson’s arms as content as I possibly can be. He’s so patient and kind. He doesn’t let the missteps ruin things. I can’t imagine many guys being totally uncomfortable with someone’s desires and still doing everything they can to fulfill them. He’s a dream come true, and an amazing part of every dream I have until I finally wake up the next morning. The first thought on my mind is that we don’t have much time together.
I used to think I had a specific type. Big. Mean. Older. Lawson hits two out of the three, but he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, despite the permanent scowl that drew me in to begin with. He’s a complex man who has experienced much loss, some of it due to his own mistakes, yet there isn’t a hint of cruelty in him. I thought I needed that to pull me into my twisted fantasies. I was wrong. I can experience all of the pleasure
with a little bit of pain. It doesn’t have to go further than that. He dominates my mind more than he dominates my body, and that’s what I needed more than anything else.
“Morning already…” Lawson sighs as he opens his eyes.
“Yeah.” I match his sigh with one of my own.
We don’t say anything for a while. I think we’re both scared to admit what the sun beating down on us actually means. It’s the beginning of the end. Different paths. I want to believe we’ll find our way back to each other again. That we’ll only share a temporary goodbye. I hope it’s the truth. I’m not sure how I’ll recover if it doesn’t. I’ve found more of myself in one weekend than the entirety of my life.
We lay in bed as long as we can, just to avoid the inevitable. We mask it with small talk, but every time we hit on something that involves the future, we sidestep it as quickly as possible. The closest we get to the future is talking about dancing. Apparently, it was something Lawson enjoyed and something I’ve never really tried. We jokingly suggest that we should take a class sometime. The conversation doesn’t feel awkward, just filled with a lot of melancholy. Lawson is the one who finally addresses it point blank.
“Next weekend, right? You’re going to try to get the weekend off?” He reaches for his coffee and takes a sip.
“Yeah, there are plenty of waitresses who prefer to work on the weekend since the tips are good. I should be able to find someone to cover my shift.” I nod.
With those words spoken, there seems to be less gloom hanging in the air. I pack my stuff, lay out my clothes for the day, and Lawson gets the shower ready.
“Are you going to join me?” I walk into the bathroom and begin to remove the robe he let me borrow this morning.
“Do you think I could resist?” He smiles and extends his hand.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to.” I take his hand, and we step into the shower.
We kiss as soon as he pulls the curtain closed. Lawson’s hands move against my skin, and my pussy is wetter than my hair when he finally enters me from behind. It doesn’t take long for either of us to find bliss. Our bodies are hotter than the steam forming around us when we climax. One last trip to paradise before I have to leave. It’s sensual and sweet, but hot enough to make me wish we have more time together than we do.
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