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“Ye-yes.”
“Do you need another swat before you are my good girl?”
Her head tossed on the pillow. “No, Daddy. I-I’ll be good.”
He smiled, gave her cunny a squeeze and then lowered his head again. It was hard and she did feel greedy as he’d already made her come several times that day, but with every lick and nibble, she had to fight against disobeying him. Finally, when her entire body was quivering and she was afraid she’d rip a hole in his sheets, he lifted his head.
“I love it when you tremble, when you make those needy little moans,” he said, moving up her body. “And I love it when you scream my name. Come for me, Janie.” With a single thrust, he buried himself in her and with another, his name echoed around the room.
“And Daddy can’t tell you how much he loves feeling your tight little cunny hugging his cock as he fucks you,” he said, dropping his mouth to hers as she continued to contract around him while he pumped in and out of her.
She didn’t know how he held back, but she came again before he began to thrust harder, pushing one of her legs up so that her knee was at her shoulder in order to go deeper, pinning her down as he took his own pleasure—pleasure she so wanted to give him in return for the incredible gift he’d given her. Her hands roamed his chest, his shoulders, tangled in his hair, holding him tight as he gave a final thrust and released deep inside her.
When he pulled back, he smiled. “And I love it when my little one has to be reminded to breathe.”
She inhaled loudly, filling her lungs. “I can’t help it. You make me feel so loved, so treasured… knowing you’re my daddy leaves me breathless.”
Epilogue
Jane looked out at the door from the kitchen at the guests gathered in Arturo’s. It was the same restaurant and yet everything was different. Tonight she wasn’t serving. The temporary wait-staff had been hired for the night, allowing her friends to attend the party where the food served had been prepared by her. It had been a year of change, one that had offered her so many challenges, times when she’d doubted herself, sure she had bitten off more than she could chew. But every time she’d faltered, her daddy had been there.
The day he’d entered the penthouse and found her sitting on the kitchen floor, sobbing because the fourth soufflé she’d attempted had failed, he’d immediately sat down beside her, pulling her onto his lap until she calmed. With gentle words of encouragement and a kiss, he’d convinced her to try again. As she’d gathered fresh ingredients, he’d cleaned up the huge mess she’d made while she cooked. This time the soufflé was perfect and she’d beamed when he pulled out his phone to record what he called ‘culinary perfection’. After snapping the picture, they’d sat out on the balcony, her again on his lap as he’d fed her each delicious bite.
It hadn’t all been so lovely. The day he’d entered to see her waving a knife in the air and heard her screaming obscenities over the impossible expectations of her teacher, having to duck to avoid being hit by the tomatoes she’d thrown, he’d taught her that wooden spoons were not just meant for stirring. Despite the throbbing all across her nates, she’d still been seething. When she’d continued to curse instead of making an apology, her daddy had led her into their bedroom.
“Take off all of your clothes and kneel on the bed.”
“I don’t have time for a quickie. If I don’t learn how to make perfect fucking knife cuts, all my work, all those years of saving won’t matter. Is that what you want? To have me fail this fucking course so I’ll be your… sex slave whenever you’re in the mood?”
“Janie, you obviously need to be reminded that your culinary instructors are not your only teachers, nor the ones you truly need to be concerned about. Remove your clothes, get on the bed on your hands and knees, head down and that red ass well up.”
“Why? You’ve already paddled me.”
“Baby girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it stops this instant. Your choice of language and your continued defiance have earned stripes across that ass and, young lady, you’re going to experience your first intimate punishment fuck as well. I guarantee it will not be a quickie though I’m sure you’ll be wishing it were.”
His tone, his stance, his look had told her she’d pushed a button she never should have touched. When she’d heard the sound of his belt being pulled from its loops, she’d forgotten all about lessons other than those given by her daddy. By the time she’d stripped, she’d been very sorry she’d not stopped her tantrum after the spanking in the kitchen.
The belt had risen and fallen a dozen times, each one leaving a searing stripe across her flesh. Her tears had soaked the duvet.
“I’m so sorry,” she’d said between sniffles.
“That’s a start. Now, turn around and face me.”
She’d adjusted her position, watching as he’d removed his pants and briefs. Though she’d known what was about to happen, she hadn’t made a move, having learned that she was to wait for his instructions. When he’d approached the bed, she’d looked up from her kneeling position.
“Open,” he’d instructed and once she had, he’d guided his cock into her mouth. “I suggest you get it nice and wet.”
Her lips had closed around his shaft, and her tongue had begun to lick along his length, swirling across the thick crown. She’d expected him to begin to thrust, to wash out her mouth for the vulgar words she’d uttered, but after a few minutes, he’d instructed her to release, withdrew his cock, and had demonstrated yet again that she was not the one in charge.
He’d patted the edge of the mattress, saying, “Lie on your back, pull your knees up, and spread those legs wide.”
Once she had, mortified at the picture she must make, her striped ass burning against the mattress, her legs splayed open like a frog about to leap, he’d given her another instruction.
“You will keep your eyes on mine as I punish you. Drop them and I’ll add a pussy spanking to your lesson. Understand?”
“Ye-yes, sir.”
“Keep your legs open and reach between them. Spread your ass apart.”
