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MEGHAN
Iam a bitch to be around at the end of the semester.
“Meghan!” Julian shouts from the small kitchen in his apartment. “What in the bloody hell is this?”
I feel like a slug as I make my way slowly to the kitchen. I stayed up far too late last night working on an essay for my feminist literature class. Not even the sight of Julian with his tortoiseshell glasses perched on his nose can energize me.
He’s standing in front of an impressive array of Styrofoam containers, the remnants of last night’s instant noodle feast.
“I’ll clean it up,” I tell him with little enthusiasm. “It was a late night.”
“And what’s this?” He uses his toe to press down on the lever that opens the lid of the trash can, revealing more of my nasty end-of-semester habits.
Empty boxes and bags from my favorite doughnut place are right on top, but buried beneath those are cookie boxes.
I roll my eyes because having to explain myself is exhausting. “Sorry. I had an exam at eight this morning and I only got like two hours of sleep. Sugar is life, Jules.”
“What the fuck?”
I turn to leave, but the growl in his voice stops me dead in my tracks. Well, shit. I’ve poked the bear.
“Living room. Now.”
He marches past me and into the next room, where he sits down on the leather sofa. His expression is stern, and all it takes is one look to understand his intention.
I’m getting spanked.
“You know what to do by now, little one.” His voice is a purr, but it’s firm.
My feet carry me automatically toward him, and I drape myself over his knee. His hands are warm as they slip under the waistband of my yoga pants before tugging them, and my panties, down.
He sucks in a sharp breath. Oh, yeah. I’m also wearing my ugliest pair of granny panties.
Without preamble, his hand comes down sharply on my ass. It stings, but fuck, does it feel good.
“That’s for calling me ‘Jules.’ Never do that again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
His hand lands another blow. “And that’s for wearing these awful knickers. When we’re finished, you’re going to throw away every godforsaken pair. I’ll buy you new ones much more suitable.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply.
This punishment continues a little while longer. An infraction follows each searing smack. But this is a much-needed reminder that I belong to him. He owns me, and during the pressure of these last few weeks, I’ve gotten too comfortable.
By the time he’s finished, I’m wet and needy, squirming on his lap. Should I beg him for release? God knows we both need it. Or should I accept my unfulfilled desire as a part of my punishment?
Julian decides for me. “Up on the couch, little one. Daddy only has time for a quick fuck before his lecture.”
He’s hard and relentless as he drives his cock into me, filling me deeply, stretching my walls. I groan every time he buries himself and his balls slap against my sensitive folds. When his thumb presses against the one area we’ve yet to explore, I moan.
“Mmm. Does my little one want her Daddy to claim her ass?” There’s a sound of delight in his voice.
Now I know what to get him for Christmas.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” I answer.
He presses his thumb inside the tight, puckered hole a little more, and I scream. He hisses with pleasure and praises me.
