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CHAPTER SIX

I feel utterly overwhelmed.

There are so many sensations and every one of them seems to just linger. God! My ass still hurts like hell. My ass cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and I can’t even begin to understand why I don’t mind it at all. I mean, sure, there is a pain but for some reason I even kind of like it. I guess it has something to do with the fact that Daddy is in charge and the spanking reminds me of that.

It’s really strange to know that I want to obey him! I want to follow the rules to please him. My desire to please him isn’t about avoiding spankings, although I definitely want to avoid them. It’s about wanting to please him, and the spanking is a reminder to me of that desire. The point, though, is part of why I am overwhelmed is because of the way my still-smarting ass cheeks feel.

And, of course, my tiny little rosebud asshole has plenty of sensations itself. That was such a strange combination of stretching discomfort and absolute joy! I have two friends with anal experience. Both of them say it hurt like hell. It felt uncomfortable for me but certainly didn’t hurt like hell. I can still feel the after-effects, though. So, it isn’t just my ass cheeks that are tender. My little opening is tender, too.

The taste of Daddy’s cum is in my mouth.

That’s the part of it all that really pushes it over the top for me.

I’m utterly overwhelmed!

Daddy’s hands move over my body in the shower, and there is something so intimate and beautiful about showering together. I guess it’s kind of weird for me to be so melodramatic about it but I can’t help myself. Everything feels just wonderful. The fact that Daddy has been inside of me thrills me in ways I can’t even begin to understand. One thing I know for sure is that my life feels wonderful.

After the shower, Daddy puts his own terrycloth robe over my shoulders and says, “You dry off, Princess. I’m going to get lunch ready.” He wraps himself in a towel and leaves. I take my time getting dried off and dressed and when I come down to the kitchen, he’s dressed, too. “Spaghetti,” he says with a smile.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say. I feel all giggly inside. I mean, I really wish he would have taken my virginity but it’s hard to complain about anything at the moment.

“Have a seat, little one,” he says.

I go to the table and sit down and I’m surprised by how much it hurts. I gasp and then giggle because I realize the effects of the spanking are sure to linger. He sets a plate in front of me and pours some juice for me as well. When he sits down across from me, I say, “I’m sorry I touched myself, Daddy.”

He smiles and says, “You were already spanked for that. You don’t have to be sorry for it anymore.” I feel my cheeks flush with warmth at his words. “But your pussy is mine, little girl,” he says sternly, “and the next spanking will be a lot worse.”

I draw in breath sharply and manage to say, “Yes, Daddy,” before eating.

He makes me an ice cream sundae for dessert and then the two of us sit down to watch the baseball team play. I cuddle close to him as we watch a movie and then another. He makes hamburgers for dinner and then we watch some more movies. It’s such a perfect day and then all of a sudden, I wake up in his arms. He’s carrying me. “You fell asleep, Sweetheart,” he says.

“Mmmm,” I say. “Thank you for bringing me back to my bed, Daddy.”

“I’m not bringing you to your bed, princess,” he says, “I’m bringing you to mine.”

A moment later, I’m on the big bed in the master bedroom and his hands make short work of my clothes. “Daddy,” I whisper as he undresses for bed, “oh, Daddy.”

I still feel a little sleepy but my eyes fly open when his mouth reaches my pussy. I let out a moan and when I cry out, “Daddy!” there’s no whisper at all. He takes hold of my knees and spreads them widely so he has better access and his tongue delves deeply inside of me. Everything feels perfect and I reach down and run my fingers through his hair. I love the sight of his bare shoulders and his strong muscles. His tongue moves in my pussy and it’s absolutely thrilling. When he gets to my clit, though, it takes no time at all for my orgasm to hit.

“Oh, Daddy, I’m cumming!” I cry.

He pulls his mouth off. That’s such a strange thing for him to do because usually he just keeps going until I can’t handle the sensations. Then I see his face above mine and I feel almost like I’m having an out-of-body experience. What’s happening?

And then he’s easing his cock inside of me. I can’t speak as I feel his cock stretching me for the first time. I can only throw my arms around him. I manage to whisper, “What should I do, Daddy?”

He bites my ear and says, “You don’t need to learn anything right now, Dani. You just need to experience it.”

With that, he thrusts forward hard and I feel his balls slap against me as he buries himself to the hilt. “Daddy!” I scream as my orgasm grows even more powerful. Without thinking about it, I wrap my legs around him and use them to pull myself up against him. It’s all instinct but I’m gratified by his moan of appreciation.

“Jesus, little girl,” he says, “your pussy is even tighter than your ass.”

That makes me cum harder. I cry out, “It’s your pussy, Daddy! It’s yours. I’m yours.” My orgasm rages and I try to tell him I’m on the pill and he can cum inside of me but I can’t speak anymore as my body clenches and releases over and over from the way my body seizes up. He thrusts rapidly and forcefully, and I can’t believe how the orgasm feels deeper and stronger than any in my experience.

When I hear his moans grow more plaintive, I feel desperate for him to cum inside of me so I tighten my legs so he’ll remain deep inside of me. When he cums, it almost feels like I shatter beneath him with the power of the pleasure that rushes over me and then I reform as the contraction releases only to shatter again.

He thrusts faster, harder, and then finally stops, deep inside of me. He growls, “My little princess,” and I shake beneath him.

“My Daddy,” I whisper. “My wonderful Daddy.”

Who the hell knows where all of this will lead? I certainly don’t. For right now, though, I know I belong to my Stepdad, and that’s good enough for me.