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Now tell Daddy you’re sorry for being a bad girl. Tell me you’ll have no date for the ball.
My heart stopped. Had I heard him right?
The next spank brought me back to life.
I c-can’t say that.
He massaged my burning cheeks, and that’s when I realized the boner that was pressing against my stomach. Worst, when he pushed a finger between my pussy lips, the wetness brought an embarrassing red to my cheeks.
I gasped when he pressed a single digit against my soaking entrance.
I don’t understand, I mumbled in shame.
That’s okay,he soothed me.I do. All you need is to put your trust in me.Slowly, he pushed a finger inside me.Now say, I’m sorry Daddy for being a bad girl.
Chris…
Just trust me. I would never make you do something you can’t take.
Was that true? Did he really know if I could take it or not? There was only one way to find out.
I—I’m sorry…I gulped, I fought it, but the pleasure that came with giving in was too much to resist.D-daddy.
What for, Sweets?
For being a bad girl.
He hummed his approval, adding a second finger to the one pleasuring me.And who are you going to the ball with?
I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing my moan when I answered,no one.
That’s a good girl.
He didn’t let me come. Because apparently that was part of the punishment too. He watched me squirm the whole time we were exercising. From the pain of my burning ass and the need for him to satiate me.
That day I not only discovered thelimitslike he called them. I also discovered I loved pushing them.
And oh, the reactionDaddyhad when I showed up with Sylvan at the ball. I wish I’d taken a picture of it. At least I have a memory of the punishment that came that night.
I curse myself when I realize my hand got lost under my sleeping shorts again. I hate touching myself to the memories of him. I just can’t help it.
After that first punishment, things went further. I came to learn being with a man that felt the need to protect and control came with perks I hadn’t thought of. Chrisneededto know I was happy and safe. That included taking care of me, taking me shopping, making sure I was fed, happy, comfortable around him. It followed us to the bedroom too, he wanted me satiated. He never had an orgasm before I did. Everything was catered to make me the center of his attention. As long as I gave him what he wanted, and as long as I was a good girl for him.
I did extensive research into Daddy kink at that point. Went through every website I could. I didn’t find out why it turned him on so much to take care of me, or why it made me so wet when he would praise me, why I loved calling him Daddy or why he loved hearing it.
But I did find comfort in finding out it wasn’t just us, and that it was more common than I thought.
I decided to ignore the link to my personal daddy issues and my relationship with my father. I simply didn’t want to get into it.
We were both discovering our needs one sexual encounter at a time, and we had no shame in the things we wanted to try. He was more experienced–I wasn’t the first girl he did this with–but we learned a lot together, and that’s what made me love him the hardest.
The bastard made me fall in love with him. He built me exactly like he wanted, gave me the world, and all that was left was for us was to tell Luke we were in love. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was meant to be worth it.
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Six months later Chris broke up with me.
That night he asked to see me, and I told him to come over. My parents were away as always. My dad worked from the N.Y.C. office a lot, and my mom was always with him. Luke was probably fucking his latest conquest. I was all alone.
