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My heart skipped a beat and I pressed the green button to answer it.
“Hello?”
“I'm here. Where are you?”
“I'm only three minutes away. I'll be there soon.”
“Don't keep me waiting, Victoria.”
The call ended before I could respond with an apology. I was sure to meet a punishment if I took any longer than necessary. Dropping my books had added time, but if I rushed I'd surely look disheveled and unattractive. I took a deep breath and kept my pace, assuring myself that Daddy would understand. I greeted Daddy at the front of the steps where he smiled and looked me over. At least my outfit was pleasing. I slipped my key card into the door and he held it open for me. I noticed the girls in the entrance staring hard at Daddy who was wearing his Harley vest and black boots. The black t-shirt he wore hardly hid the definition of his chest and arms which caused a few double takes as we signed in and went towards the nearest staircase.
I made sure to walk a few steps ahead so he could see up my skirt. His silence was pleasing. We reached the top and headed south to my room where I unlocked the door and tossed my things on the bed. I leaned against my desk and waited. Daddy shut the door quietly and turned the deadbolt, then slowly removed his vest and hung it on the back of the door. He folded his arms across his chest as he turned to me.
“Did you finish all your work?” He regarded my outfit again with a small smirk.
“Yes, Daddy.” I responded quickly, not breaking eye contact.
My eyes lit up with delight when he moved towards me.
“But you were late.”
He stared into my eyes until I broke and looked down at my shoes.
“Turn around and bend over your desk.”
Was he going to pound me right here? My inner thighs were wet again, and this time the liquid slid down past my skirt. Daddy noticed and slipped his hand up my skirt.
“I said turn around, Victoria. Now.”
My eyes rolled back and I moaned while his fingers danced underneath my thong. With great effort, I turned and bent over the edge of my desk with my palms flat against the wood. Daddy ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs again and came up to my ass where he flipped my skirt up and pulled down my thong. The cloth stuck to my vulva that was now a sopping wet mess.
“You're filthy,” He said while gently patting my bottom. “And you need to be punished.”
I hissed while he ran his fingers along my inner thighs again, aching for him to penetrate me instead of punishing me.
“And you'll have to be very quiet while I punish you. Do you understand?”
He smacked my bottom. The action surprised me and I squeaked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I managed to mutter.
I wiggled beneath his touch and smiled. Admittedly, I'd never really liked pain, but this sort of interaction was erotic. As his smacks grew harder, it became increasingly difficult to stifle my moans and groans. Eventually, Daddy pulled my thong off completely and shoved them into my mouth to silence me. He pressed his hand over my lips, causing my breathing to labor. Each new spank stung more than the previous and I could feel my skin beginning to redden and raise when his hand left my bottom.
I really hoped our suite mates couldn't hear this.
As he landed another blow, I whimpered into the cloth occupying my mouth and started crying. My pelvis was aching, my breasts were hurting from being pressed against hard wood, and my neck was starting to cramp from being slammed in the same position. I tried to pull from his grip to bend my neck forward, but he was relentless.
“Take it, Victoria. Make Daddy proud.” Smack. “Daddy will reward you if you're good.” Smack. “Now, stay still.”
He slapped my bottom one more time and I squealed into his hand, hot tears streaming down my face. Though I'd made a little noise, I'd kept my hands pressed against the desk and didn't try to fight him off. I was being good, as far as I could tell. Daddy must have shared the same sentiment because he pulled my thong from my mouth and lifted me up into his arms to carry me towards the bed. He laid me out and lifted my skirt with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other. I spread my legs dutifully and waited. As he pumped his cock a few times, he massaged the back of my neck which made me groan with relief. His fingers slid over my cheek and slipped into my mouth as he pushed his enormous member between my wet lips, his girth surprising and pleasant all at the same time.
I bayed rather loudly, the sound muffled by his fingers which he shoved deeper to keep anyone from knowing what we were doing. Once I became accustomed to his size, he removed his fingers and planted his hands against my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I was absolutely elated. I was so inexperienced, but this would likely be the most amazing sex of my life. I was sure my lack of movement was displeasing, but Daddy's excited grunting made me reconsider.
“Am I being good?” I asked weakly, inhaling sharply with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, baby girl. You are being so good for Daddy.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. “You're such a good girl.”
His thrusting rhythm picked up and he started pounding a little harder, causing me to cover my mouth every time I wanted to cry out. I could feel myself tighten as he pumped and I grabbed a nearby pillow. Daddy stopped me and firmly grabbed my face.
