by Olivia Fox
Luke opened his fists suddenly so that the oily-faced jerk dropped to the ground. Honestly, in this day and age, there was just no excuse for not having a good skincare routine.
Maybe I could help with that. A sugar scrub would do this guy’s complexion good.
I took the whole pile of sugary goodness on my paper plate and smashed it into the pipsqueak cowboy’s face. He wore a dripping mask of purple and white, sniveling as he apologized, “Sorry, Luke. I had no idea she was your girl.”
“Who cares whose girl she is? You have no business talking like that to anyone in this town, male or female. What’s the matter with you?”
“Yeah, what’s the matter with you?” I shoved the meanie’s shoulders back so that he bumped into the wall again. Luke had let him go. “You’re”—I poked his chest hard with my index finger to emphasize each syllable— “no”… poke… “big”… poke… “door”… poke… “prize”… poke… “yourself!” Poke. Poke.
It was nice to be in the big tall truck which was so high off the ground that Luke had to lift me up to the seat on the passenger’s side. Perched up there, I could see everything. It felt like I was safe from the world around me.
Luke had insisted that I ride along with him and leave my car in town.
To be honest, it was a relief not to be on my own right now.
As soon as the adrenaline of the pie-in-the-face revenge left my system, the aftermath of the incident made it feel like a giant was sitting on my chest, and it was near impossible to keep the air consistently flowing.
I noticed that my fingers trembled and my knees wouldn’t stay still. David Bowie knees. That was what Sofie and I called it when the signs set in, because they trembled like a flower.
The panic could be inspired by anything. That’s what made it so difficult. It could pay a visit on even the best of days, when your guard was down. When you thought everything was going to be okay.
Today was a perfect example.
A banner day at work that should’ve had me on cloud nine, trumped by an encounter with a meaningless toady and bam, I felt like a kitten under the gaze of a slobbering, angry Rottweiler.
Only there was no dog in sight.
Only the plaguing reminder of what it felt like to be in danger. It could happen in an environment as seemingly innocuous as the post office or a grocery store.
Thankfully, Luke had refused my insistence that I could drive just fine on my own. It felt like my lungs were finally filling up with oxygen. Part of that recovery was due to the fact that within arm’s reach was this jean-clad, rock-solid protector.
My hero?
I wondered if he felt like protecting me.
I watched the sheep as we passed them in the fields. The clumsy, jumping babies made me smile.
The old wooden barns in the middle of the lush green fields were something else to focus on. Luke picked up my hand in his and squeezed. My imaginary kitten ran up the trunk of his tree and perched on a high branch where no psychological Rottweilers could reach.
Breathe.
Safe.
We rode that way for a while.
“I should not have left you alone.” He let go of my hand and gripped the steering wheel so hard that the knuckles turned white. “How could that jerk dare to say something like that? You are perfect just the way you are. It’s insecurity, plain and simple. Stupid male insecurity.”
Then he began to chuckle in his deep, chocolatey voice.
“What?” I asked.
“You were so fierce shoving that pie in his face. I wish I’d filmed it.”
“He was a grade-A douche nozzle. He deserved pie in the face.” Luke’s shoulders bounced up and down beside me.
“Anyway”—he patted my hand—“you’re safe with Daddy now.”
4
Luke
I walked to the passenger side of the truck and lifted Gracie out, placing her gently on the ground. She smelled like vanilla, roses, and some sweet spice that I wanted to inhale and devour.
The top of her head was in reach. I leaned down to sniff her aroma, pushing the wispy strands of hair behind her ears.
“You didn’t get to finish your pie, Gracie. You must be hungry.”
She shook her head, gazing longingly off into the distance.
I knew that she would be in need of food even though she refused to admit it and called pizza delivery for dinner. It was my guess that this refusal to eat was all about her leftover shame from being made fun of by the doofus in town.
I should've punched him when I had the chance.
“Does pepperoni sound good, little girl? Or do you prefer Italian sausage and mushrooms?”
“No mushrooms.” She crinkled her nose in disgust.
Adorable.
I made sure to order fries, extra hot chocolate lava cakes on the side, cactus cooler so that I could make her a little girl cocktail, and a side salad with ranch dressing.
Fuck dainty eaters.
I liked women who enjoyed food. Who enjoyed life. I had also come to appreciate that women with real appetites tended to have a lust for other things as well.
Just thinking about Gracie’s potential lust made my cock throb uncomfortably in my pants, and the heat zinged upward from my balls.
"Let's take a walk around the pond for a bit,” I suggested, trying to distract myself from acting like an animal. “Our pizza won’t arrive for at least an hour."
Having her amble along at my side in her tiny boots and cinnamon-colored shorts felt more rewarding than anything I could remember. More than selling five, six figure solar systems last week; more than designing and building my own home; more than the fact that I had a current bid on my company that could set me up for life. More rewarding than a million other things I could think of.
“Um… Luke?"
“Yes, Gracie?”
“Why did you call yourself ‘Daddy’ back in Briarville?” Her brow was furrowed. “What did you mean by that?”
Oops.
"Honestly, I didn't even realize that I had. Does it bother you?"
“Not at all. I just don't know what you mean by it."
“Hmm.”
I needed to be careful with what I said here: the last thing I wanted to do was scare her off. It felt comfortable walking next to her in silence for a few moments while I thought of an answer.
“It means that even though we have only spent a few days together, I am starting to refer to you as ‘princess’ in my mind. We haven’t even kissed yet and I can’t stop thinking of all of the things that I want to do to your body. Can’t stop fantasizing of how I want to reward you for being a good girl, and how I want to spank you to make you behave. Does that shock you?”
Her eyes opened wider but she stepped closer to me, so it seemed a safe bet that my words weren’t scaring her off.
“Does any of that sound like something that you might enjoy?”
“Oh yes.” She sighed.
“Oh yes, what?” I rumbled at her.
“Oh yes, Daddy.”
“For me, a Daddy is someone who keeps his little girl safe and who spanks her when appropriate. He sets the rules so that she obeys. A Daddy is also someone who knows how to keep his little girl’s pussy very happy. Always. It’s his job.”
She squealed at that last remark and tripped over a small clump of tree roots on the path.
“Watch where you’re going, princess. You need to be more careful. I notice that you are very daydreamy today. Yet another reason you need me to take care of you.”
“You shivering whenever you are with me is starting to become a trend. What’s up with that?”
It was just starting to get dark, and we had returned home to wait for the pizza. Gracie was hugging herself tightly and was trembling in the front entryway.
“Sit down, little girl.” I knelt in front of her and untied and removed her boots, feeling to see whether her socks were damp.
She looked so cute perched there, like a little bird on
my front entry bench. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the kitchen, and she nuzzled her head into my chest.
The smell of melted cheese wafted up from the pizza box, and upon opening it, my stomach snarled in appreciation. Gracie giggled and her eyes opened wide.
“Hungry,” I explained.
Gracie twirled the melted cheese from the pizza slice around her finger and slid it into her mouth. Her body shivered and she rolled her lips inward in embarrassment, realizing that she had my full attention with that one single move.
Another type of hunger walloped me in the gut.
I looked away and shoved a piece of pizza into my mouth, chewing voraciously to divert my attention from those luscious, pink lips that I suddenly wanted to plunder with various parts of my body.
Was I delusional to think that some time over my knee and under the sheets would be the best way to make her forget all the nastiness of today?
My thoughts kept meandering down the path of beastly resistance: Gracie —resisting—as I, the beast, pinned her wrists to my bed. Her squirming on my lap while I pet her bottom and pull her panties down. Her moaning when I grab fistfuls of her hair and pull her head back to place her lips at the right landing position.
Oh God. She did bring out the beast in me.
I had caught her several times today with her brow wrinkled in thought or gazing off into the distance. She had been pondering some unspoken worry ever since the incident with the snotty cowboy in town. That irrelevant troglodyte had touched upon some pre-existing pain; had reminded her of an old injury from the past that had the capacity to take over her mind in the present.
The last thing she needed was me trying to get her between the sheets.
Or was it?
Maybe me tending to her with my mouth was just the kind of distraction she needed.
I got a small plate for the chocolate cake that oozed a river of melted chocolate from its underbelly. Forgoing a fork, I swiped at the delicious rivulet with my finger to see if it was good enough for my princess.
“Mmmmm.”
She smiled at me, and I lightly painted her lower lip with a decadent smear of warm chocolate. The pizza company was smart enough to align their business with the Sweetness and Delight shop next door so their dessert delivery was delish.
I laughed at her unconventional lipstick, wiped it with the pad of my thumb, and licked it off.
We both froze in place, staring at each other, our mouths half open. It occurred to me that anyone who walked into the room at that moment would immediately intuit what was about to occur.
I lunged at her.
My heart exploded in my chest as Gracie’s face filled my view. I knew that kissing her would change things; that afterward, she would never again be just a girl who needed my help for a finite period of time. And I admitted to myself at that point that I actually gave a rat’s ass about anything that would follow.
I paused for a moment above her, allowing her to run her frenzied hands across my chest. I wrapped them in my fists and pinned them there so that she couldn’t them move away even if she wanted to.
Then I kissed her.
At the touch of my lips, she flowered beneath me, and the embodiment of my perfect princess was complete.
I was done for.
I broke the kiss and opened my eyes. It was as though we had time-traveled across the room. I had to look around the kitchen just to remember where I was.
The inspiration came to me suddenly. “I think that before I run your bubble bath, you should take a spanking over Daddy’s knee so that we can drive all those nasty, criticizing voices out of your head. Would you like that?”
She slowly nodded her affirmation, her eyes open wide.
I even sounded bestial to myself when I growled, “I’ll make you forget about everything, little girl.”
5
Gracie
As inexperienced with men as I was, I just knew.
He was familiar to me, even though I had only known him for the sum total of four days and three nights.
He smelled right.
He looked right.
And after he had licked the chocolate off my lips and given me the best kiss that I had ever had, I knew that he tasted right as well.
And my appetite for him went beyond him tasting of chocolate.
It felt like my insides were the contents of a soda can that someone had shaken up. He made me want to get naked with him, to throw off my clothes without a care to the fact that I would reveal all my plump imperfections.
He said he wanted to spank me, and that sounded right, too. I had stumbled across Daddy Dom erotica, and it excited me more than any other kind.
As I always said, based solely on my research thus far and not grounded in any type of real-life experience, ‘Spanking isn’t kinky. Spanking just feels good’. At least that was the case according to my fact-finding explorations on the topic.
The prelude to a sexy encounter.
The warmup before a workout.
The pizza before the lava cake.
Luke—no, “Daddy”—made me feel safe. He had the power to give me what I needed and snatch me from the hoggish hands of internal doubt that frequently clutched at me without warning.
“Right, princess. Come with me.” When he commanded, it went straight to my pussy. A heat wave in my panties.
He grabbed me by the hand and took me to his room. A place I had not yet entered in his house.
We walked into a huge, candle-lit room with an impossibly high ceiling. The roof beams on steroids were something else, cut from sturdy dark wood. He led me over to the extended bench hearth made of round river rock where a warm fire blazed behind glass.
Luke faced me and said, “I can feel you, Gracie. I intuit your need to surrender to me. To forget everything. Am I right?”
I nodded my encouragement. He sat down and patted his knee, and I put the knuckle of my index finger in my mouth and teethed at it nervously.
“Lie across my lap, princess.” Luke reached his hand out to assist me, and I surprised myself by instinctively accepting it.
I knelt on the spotted cowhide rug beside his knees, staring up at him with uncertainty. How exactly did one move naturally into a mode of obedience? It always made for a great dynamic on paper, but it wasn’t like there was a ‘how-to-have-a-Daddy’ operations manual anywhere. Or at least, if there was, I hadn’t come across it.
Cocking a dark eyebrow, he motioned meaningfully towards his lap.
Paddling in the surface tension between reluctance and submission, I remained in place, disbelieving that this aesthetically perfect male was taking such an interest in me, wanting to claim me as his. Calling me his “little girl” and his “princess”.
I had better fess up before I messed this up. “It’s just that… I’ve never had a spanking before. I don’t exactly know what to do.”
“That’s quite enough, young lady. Come here and take your spanking like a good little girl. Let me make you forget about everything.”
Well, that apparently answered that. He would be providing all the direction I needed.
I tried it on again for size. “Yes, Daddy.”
I loved the direct correlation I felt in my girly bits simply from speaking those words.
The heat down there. Wet.
“Take your shorts and tights off, little girl. Show me your panties.”
I slid my shorts to the floor and worried about the fact that I wasn’t some fragile flower when it came to my size. I wasn’t dainty or petite like girls were supposed to be. Luke was going to feel how heavy I really was. My squishy belly would envelop him if I laid across his lap.
So embarrassing.
I gave in and lay down across his hard thighs, pressing against my substantial stomach. The fire crackled and popped behind him.
My internal chubby chagrin ran out the back door when he put his large hand over my bum and started rubbing in a circular motion.
“What
have we here, princess?”
I squeaked a little.
Above me, I heard his voice. “Now, I will only stop when you have forgotten everything. Not a moment before.” He pulled my ruffle panties down towards the floor, and I made a futile attempt to block his first swat with my hands.
“Remove your hands and place them at your sides, little girl, or you will earn yourself ten more. Admit that you must surrender to me and this will be over with much faster. Admit that this is what you ache for.”
He raised his arm, and I wondered wildly at how time stood still with the descent of his open palm toward my defenseless ass.
Luke counted through the streaks of my pleasurable pain—three times, four, five. He got to ten and, just when I wondered if I could handle any more, I heard him suck in his breath and let it out in a jagged, slow release. He smoothed his palm over my bum, stroking each rounded cheek slowly, almost reverently.
He groaned. “It’s a shame that such a gorgeous ass is wasted on a little girl who doesn’t even appreciate it. I don’t think we’re done here yet, do you?”
It was all I could do to groan; words wouldn’t come to my lips. Unusual for me, however, I could still conjure a lot of things to worry about, if I tried.
“Stand up, walk to my dresser over there, and open the top drawer. Inside you will find a present that I picked up for you in town yesterday.”
Inside the top drawer, there were neatly folded socks, boxers, and a packet wrapped in brown butcher paper. “Is this it?” I held it up for him to see.
“Yes, good girl. Come here with that.”
It was a relief somehow to follow his commands. To have a simple task to complete. To have someone else do the thinking for me.