by Olivia Fox
“Buck!” I whisper-scolded him. “Someone might hear you,” I fidgeted on my chair, secretly loving his unabashed adoration of my lady bits.
“Like I said, you’re my favorite thing to eat. Speaking of dessert though, I’m dying for some of their chocolate torte.” He ordered two slices, not one, saying he didn't want to share.
“Sit tight, kitten. Ima use the head.”
My stomach plummeted when I saw the waitress who was bringing the dessert over. It was Darlene Blowgun. She made Melody and Katie Jo look like bogus bullies.
“I heard you were shacked up with Buck two seconds after getting out of the slammer. But are you already pregnant with Officer O'Connor's baby?” She stared pointedly at my gut.
Before I knew it, my impulsivity was back like an unwelcome and foolhardy guest. “That's not nice, Darlene. You take it back right now.”
“Or what? You gonna hit me or something? That's just gonna land you back in the slammer, dummy.”
I picked up the slice of chocolate torte off her tray and cocked my arm back to shove it in her face. I would have too, except the giant behind me wrapped his arm around my middle, grabbed the torte out of my hand, set it on the table, and held me fast.
“Let me at her, you big oaf!”
His deep baritone voice rumbled across my back, which was pressed against him. “Now, Darlene, I'm sure Roxy wouldn't have done so if it weren’t for a good reason. What did you say to her?”
“She said it looked like I was pregnant with your baby!”
“Hush.” He wasn't kidding. I knew that tone of voice, and I was in big trouble. Goddammit, just when I thought everything might be okay, I had to spoil it by nearly committing assault with a chocolate weapon.
But I didn't.
Thanks to him. He saved my ass once again.
“What do you want to hook up with such a floozy for, Buck? She doesn't deserve you,” Darlene hissed. I stuck my tongue out at her and she narrowed her eyes at me, madder than a wet hen.
“I’ll be the judge of that. At least Roxy is straightforward, and I know what to expect. She doesn't go around sticking knives in people's backs and kicking them when they're down. You could learn a thing or two from her.”
It was one thing for him to stick up for me against Darlene, but it didn't mean I was forgiven, and I worried I had blown it again with my reckless and inappropriate behavior. I had nearly cleaned the bully’s clock with a chocolate torte in front of the fine dining population of Briarville. Word would be out to the entire town by tomorrow morning.
Darlene had accomplished her goal, and I had ruined mine.
Being a good girl just wasn’t my nature.
Chapter Fourteen
“Evidently, you need very specific orders when it comes to your behavior in public, little one. Tonight was unacceptable. If I weren’t there, you would have wound up in real trouble.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I know I was bad.” She poked her lip out. When she acted like this, I was powerless to resist her. I placed Lola on her lap, and Roxy stroked and snuggled her for comfort.
“From now on, little girl, I’m the officer in charge of your every command, including your safety. If you disobey a lawful order from me, it’ll be considered insubordination.”
“How am I supposed to know what the orders are?”
“Glad you asked.” I put the notebook in front of her with a container full of Paper Mate gel pens. “Write this down. ‘I will not throw things at anyone, ever, unless I am in physical danger. I will use my manners in public and call Daddy if someone is treating me mean.’”
“That’s a lotta words! What if I don’t wanna do it?”
“You’re going to write it out twenty more times and finish your letter to your sister. Every. Last. Word.”
She actually stuck her tongue out at me. “You’ll deliver it to Chloe tomorrow. I can see I’ve been way too lenient on you. Disobey me, and your punishment will be ruthless indeed.”
“You are such a butthead! This is no fair!” She bounced her butt on the couch in protest and I struggled not to laugh out loud. Adorable.
“Maybe, but even so, I’m a butthead who’s keeping tabs of your violations. Keep sassing, and I’ll keep racking up your penalties. You have one hour to finish, and trust me, you don’t wanna’ miss your deadline.” I hit the weight room so I’d be able to keep my temper in check during her looming discipline.
“Come here, young lady.”
Roxy remained where she was, sulking. “I don't want punishments!” she said, stamping her foot. “I already wrote out the orders and finished the letter to my sister like you said.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but you’ve left me no choice. Now be a good girl and come here.”
She dragged her feet across the carpet, wearing the dinosaur-print skater dress I bought for her. The online description read “Perfect for littles who have affection for the Mesozoic.” Lately she wore outfits, which were on the cuddly side versus her former femme fatale style. It was my theory the adorable attire helped her feel lovable inside and out. I reached for her skirt, and she pushed my hands away.
Oh. No. She. Didn’t.
“I can do it myself,” she told me and pulled her one-piece dress over her head. She was left standing in her white cotton bra, a white garter-belt with thigh-high hose attached, and a pair of white cotton panties.
“Sometimes I don't know what gets into you, putting yourself in danger. In danger of getting in real trouble. Again.”
She interrupted my reprimand. “You're going to give me a spanking no matter what I say, so why do I have to listen to 'the lecture’ first?”
“You really are cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” I grabbed her heavy ponytail, pulled her over my lap, and began stroking her cotton-covered cheeks. “You get the speech so you can reflect on how naughty you've been while you’re getting your bottom blistered.”
I continued to scold her about her bratty behavior as I picked up the paddle and rubbed it in circles over her rotund peach of a derriere. I graduated from rubbing to patting.
Gently.
“Are you ready to take your paddling for brandishing a chocolate weapon?”
“Whatever, Daddy.”
I raised the paddle and brought it down hard across her plump, round backside.
“Ow!”
I gave her another stroke, and she braced her palms on the floor and blew hot air against my calves. “Gah! That hurts!”
“Kinda the point.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Your disrespectful behavior toward me is unacceptable. From now on, consider me the air marshal of your ass!” As I continued to paddle her, her bottom flushed red under the swats and she squirmed, making my cock stand at attention. “Be an obedient girl and lie still. If you continue to wriggle and kick, I'm going to have to wallop you on your thighs.”
“Okay, I'll be a good girl. I’m sorry I was naughty. I've learned my lesson, sir. Really. I'll be good. No more insubordination.”
I stacked three pillows in the center of the mattress behind me. “Go lay over the stack of pillows. We’ll put these on again.” I snapped the handcuffs on her wrist. “We’ll consider this your stockade for now, and this way, you can’t rub your butt.”
Roxy got up, and I pulled her panties to the floor. She narrowed her eyes at me. “You gave me a good spanking already. I promise no more insubordination, why do I have to get on top of the pillows?”
I snapped my fingers twice and pointed at the pillows. Obeying me, she moved toward the plump piles of down. Pride rose up my trunk, as if my chest were tied to a hundred hot-air balloons. “Naughty girls don't decide when discipline is over. Remember that next time you feel like acting like a defiant brat. Now lay over those cursed pillows, now!”
On top of the shelving unit of my closet, there was a spanking and discipline cane. I bought it off Amazon. It was described as being appropriate for fetish, BDSM, and impact play. Now why the hell would they call beatin
g someone’s bootie “play”?
Sick bastards.
“Now, kitten, it pains me to do this, but you need to understand, if you insist on insubordinate behavior, your punishment will get more severe. The only way you can understand is to feel what I mean.” With her hands cuffed out of the way in front, buns poking in the air, I delivered three cruel lashes to my target.
“Sweet mother of pearl!” she screamed.
It left welts, but my EMT training came in handy. No cuts. And I knew right where to hit her so there wouldn’t be permanent damage.
In other words, don’t try this at home.
“Please, Daddy, I’ll be good. No more, please. No more.”
I leaned down and petted her hair. “Shhhhhhh, sweet girl. All is forgiven now. Daddy will protect you.” I put the cane back in the closet and applied UberKinky Whipped Calming Cream all over her backside. Rubbing her cherried cheeks inflated my cock to maximum capacity, and I removed my clothes.
I grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart as far as I could, and gazed my fill of her back opening. “Little girl, has anyone ever fucked you back here?”
“Errr, no. Why?”
“Because that’s where naughty girls have sex. Naughty girls like it. You need to be a good girl when we’re out in public and a badly behaved girl in the bedroom.”
“But I don’t know if you can fit back there.”
“Get comfortable on your tummy. You’re in the perfect position. Just let me remove the cuffs.”
Oh hell yeah. I’d been waiting to smash her back door ever since receiving an honorable discharge.
From the top drawer of the nightstand, I pulled out a bottle of lube and her vibe and laid them beside her. Then I grabbed her ankles and slid her legs closed before straddling her juicy thighs. I covered my monster cock in in lube and applied it to her crack, making sure there would be no resistance. My bulge was positioned at her slippery back opening as I stroked it up and down to get her excited. My next move was to scoop her hips up with one arm and lay her pussy over the vibe, setting it at spin cycle.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” She writhed and moaned beneath me, reacting to the buzzy action of her wand twisting and nuzzling her love button.
“That’s right, my sweet vixen. Rub your clit all over your toy. Show Daddy how you like to play.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, facedown on the mattress. “I’m ready!” The big wand head kneaded and collided with the sweet nodule until she was gasping for air and lunging her hips back at me. “I want to feel that huge thing in my little ass. Make me your prisoner for being so bad. Never release me!”
My cock was so rigid it throbbed with the desire to plunge into the untamed hole like Greg Louganis into a swimming pool. It took concentration to run the vibe in a way, which kept her on, but not over, the edge of the big O. “My sweet girl wants to come, doesn’t she? Is my kitten’s greedy little pussy hungry?”
She floundered and twitched beneath me, silently answering my question.
I prodded at her puckered hole with my cock and met resistance. She was beautiful everywhere to me, and this was no exception.
“Please fuck my ass, Daddy. Teach me a lesson. I need it,” she whispered, subdued and submissive beneath me.
“Don’t call me Daddy when I’m about to take your virgin hole, kitten. You call me, sir.”
I spread her cheeks wider and appreciated the candy-striped patterns on her buns. The tip of my giant missile propelled more earnestly against her anus.
“You feel this man flesh trying to enter your tiny hole?” I was concerned I might be hurting her. “You let me know if it hurts in a bad way.” I leaned down to nibble her ear and whisper to her, “And that’s an order.”
“Yes, sir. I promise. Please, please just push it in,” she whimpered.
I attempted to shove my rod through her small opening, and the small ring of muscle squeezed on my cock like a boa constrictor’s embrace. I put my back into it, and Roxy drew in her breath. Her fists clutched the bedspread, and she mewled and pushed back against me. Just the tip of my cock head shoved through her opening.
“Ahhhh, sir. It’s so big. Please. Please. No more.”
I whizzed the wand up to squirting power and applied pressure to her pleasure bud. She was a gorgeous sight, thrashing and coming beneath me. Her entire body trembled with one long, continuous burst of pleasure.
With just the tip of my dick in her back passage, it appeared like I was trying to cram a baseball bat into a golf hole. I was splitting her pretty rosebud with just the tip of my hard-on, and it felt amazing. Would she be able to take the whole thing?
“You want me to stop, baby? I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare. Please, please just give it to me.”
I slowly submerged my generously greased self into her incredible warmth, one thick inch at a time, and she took it like a champ. “You like your punishment, naughty girl?”
She murmured her enthusiasm, and I gave her another dose of the swirling pussy machine to raise her horniness to level ten. Her fluids made a squishy, sloppy sound on her pussy as I accelerated the controls, and she began to actually howl, sexily.
I took it as my cue to gently fuck in and out of her virgin hole, enjoying the view of her shapely behind embracing my rod.
“You like having a big dick in your asshole, little girl? You gonna take the whole thing?” I felt the contours of her slicked-up rectum and the muscles of her anus squeezing me like a beautiful embrace.
“Oh God, yeah,” Roxy said. “Oh, fuck me, sir. I can take it. It’s my job to take all of your huge cock.”
Bit by bit, I bore down on her, stopping every now and again to rev the vibe and make her pussy encounter ecstasy. Finally, I was buried in her up to my balls. Slowly, I pulled out until only the head of my cock remained inside. Her tiny little anus gripped me tightly.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said.
Smack!
“What do you call me?”
“But I love you, Daddy. Sir. You have the best dick ever, and I want you to ream me with it. Shove it in me, please.”
I picked up the pace, still fucking her carefully as I straddled her backside. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I rammed her tush faster and faster, bouncing her off of the mattress with my battering.
“Like it, sweetie? Is this the ramming you need?”
Her low guttural sounds were like nothing I’d ever heard her make before, and she shoved her bum back at me.
“You need this cock pounding your bottom, don’t you? You gonna’ remember who’s boss from now on?”
“Yes, sir. Oh yes, sir. I’ll remember.”
Dropping my face into her silky locks, I rammed her backside.
“Oh my God, sir. You’re so big! How did you fit it in there? How does it fit?” She shuddered beneath me, and I knew exactly what it meant. “Buck, I’m… I’m… gonna....”
“Do it now. Come for me again, my sweet, naughty princess. Take my cock up your tiny tunnel!”
She muttered and panted deliriously, twitching and shuddering even harder. I put my hand on her lower back to hold her bottom in place as I continued to slam her tight little hole.
“I want you to come inside me.”
Then, with a series powerful convulsions, she shuddered one last time and went limp as a rag.
“Get onto your hands and knees,” I said, tugging at her plentiful hips.
She complied, and I gripped her middle, fucking her juicy round rump doggy style. I reached between her legs and pinched and stroked her juicy pussy with my fingers. My penis was on planet ecstasy, and I was coming in for a hard landing with her hot hole milking me like a tiny fist. She shoved back to take me all the way and gave an endearing wail each time she sank onto my man meat.
“Oh mercy,” she moaned. “Not agaaaaaaaainnnnn….”
“Go for it, baby,” I coaxed her.
“You're gonna... make me... do it agaaaaainnnn!” This crescendo ended in a squeal.
“I… I feel so naughty.”
“It's okay, just enjoy yourself,” I assured her as I rammed her rear opening. “Think of this like us cuddling with my dick inside you.”
“May I come again, sir?”
“Come for me, good girl.”
She threw her head back and trembled harder, while her orifice clenched tightly around me.
“Do it,” I encouraged.
“Yes, sir! All the way please,” she begged, shuddering.
“Right this second, you come for Daddy,” I demanded.
Her back arched, and I began to frig her clit with my fingers before realizing she was so spun up she could handle something stronger.
With the vibrator whizzed up to full throttle, I pressed it against her bud as I plunged up into her as hard as I could, no longer worried about whether I was hurting her. “In private, you’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? You love it when Daddy ravishes your most private hole?”
“Yes, oh, Daddy, take my ass. Shoot your cum all the way inside of me.” She threw her head back, and I exploded into her like dynamite.
“Take it, my little girl.” I pulled her to me as the last convulsions of her orgasm squirted down her thighs, making her clamp down on my cock again.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy.” She was still shivering from the aftershocks of her orgasms. That’s orgasms, plural.
I wouldn’t be a real man if it didn’t make me proud as hell.
After showering together, we cuddled for real, as in, not with my dick in her sweet behind. I brushed her hair as we lay in bed, and she started chattering at me like a magpie.
“I’ve been thinking more about setting up a baking business, with a line of products for people with special dietary needs, like those at Conifer Bay. Cupcakes. Cookies. It’s easy enough to advertise on Facebook nowadays. I don’t even need a storefront so long as it’s okay with you if I use your kitchen for baking.”