Super Daddies: A Naughty Nerdy Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Smith, Maren

  Lizzie sniffled. “Please Daddy, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise.”

  “I’m sure you have, sweet Lizzie, but I want to make sure the lesson sticks,” he said, continuing to rub her bottom. She groaned.

  Because he didn’t want to overload her, Derrick decided to remove the ginger now. She stiffened and then sighed as the finger slid from her bottom, slumping again. Her little hole was as red as her cheeks. There was no doubt that she was still turned on though, her juices were coating the top of her thighs now, her swollen pussy begging for his attention.

  Derrick figured that denying himself was his punishment. After all, he had set her up, knowing it was likely she’d run right back to Big Daddy. While he hadn’t made the decision for her, he had made it possible.

  “Do you want your hands free or do you want me to keep holding them?” he asked.

  “Hold them please,” she said immediately, wriggling her bottom slightly. Despite her tears, she didn’t sound upset. In fact, she sounded almost eager.

  Perfect little girl.

  Derrick could scarcely believe how lucky he was to have found her.

  “Okay, sweetheart.” With one hand, he undid the belt around his waist, noting her shiver as the leather slid through the loops of his jeans. There was just something about that sound, wasn’t there? “Five with the belt and then we’re all done with this part.”

  She whimpered again a little, but her hips tilted slightly up, offering her rosy bottom up for more punishment. Derrick held back a groan. She was basically his personal wet dream come to life.

  Folding the belt in half, he swung, aiming right for the center of her already red bottom.

  THWAP!

  * * *

  If her bottom was on fire, the belt landing across it was like a whip of lava, lashing across already scorched skin. Lizzie screamed, jerking and kicking automatically.

  THWAP!

  THWAP!

  THWAP!

  THWAP!

  Each lash of the belt left a throbbing welt in its wake, a fiery line of pain that somehow simultaneously devastated and healed her.

  Yes, a little voice in her brain whispered. This is what I need.

  And what came after fulfilled the rest of her craving.

  “Good girl,” Daddy said, pulling her up and into his arms. He sat down on the bed with her on his lap, her burning bottom pressing against his hard thigh and even harder erection. Strong arms held her tightly, cuddling and consoling her as he praised her. “That’s my good little Lizzie.”

  Hearing the affection, the warmth and sincere appreciation, undid her in a way that the punishment hadn’t. It filled her soul, giving her the missing piece of the puzzle that she’d always wanted from Big Daddy but had never received.

  And Daddy Derrick gave it willingly.

  An almost frantic need rose up inside of her and Lizzie clung to his neck, peppering little kisses on the underside of his jaw. Feeling her desire, Daddy turned his head and took her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips, opening her mouth for his tongue.

  Strong hands gripped her bottom, firm enough to reignite the sting, but gently enough to be more arousing than painful. Lizzie writhed.

  She craved the finish to her long-time fantasy with every fiber of her being, the need so great that she could barely breathe.

  Pulling away from his kiss, she could see the startled expression on Daddy’s face as she managed to tear herself away from his grip, off of his lap, and drop to her knees.

  “Sweetheart,” he started to say, and she could hear it in his voice that he was going to stop her.

  “Please Daddy,” she begged, her hands already going to the front of his pants. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock behind the fabric, could feel his arousal, and she needed to finish this... needed to show him what a good girl she was and how much she appreciates his care, his discipline. “Please, I need you in my mouth.”

  Chapter 16

  The almost frantic expression on Lizzie’s face was what decided him. Derrick didn’t want to take advantage of her, but there was something about the way she begged, something in her eyes, that told him this went beyond gratitude, beyond sex. This truly was something she felt she needed to do.

  Granted, it wasn’t like it was going to be a hardship for him either, but he would have stopped her if he hadn’t sensed how much it meant to her.

  As soon as she got the front of his pants open, his cock sprung free. Lizzie wrapped her fingers around the base of it and Derrick groaned as pleasure shot through him. An almost dreamy expression on her face, she bent her head forward and licked the fat mushroom head, swirling her tongue over his sensitive skin like it was an ice cream cone.

  Shuddering, Derrick leaned back slightly, placing one hand on the back of her head. It was tempting to grab onto her braids, but he wanted to let her control the first part of this.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, show Daddy how sorry you are.” He growled the words, pressing gently on her head, and her eyes lit up.

  Her lips pressed against the tip of his cock and smoothly slid down, taking about half of his thick length into her mouth before she pulled back again. As soon as she reached the head of his cock, she reversed directions, sucking him in deeper. Derrick groaned, his fingers curving around the base of her skull.

  The hot, wet suction of her mouth felt like heaven. Her tongue danced along the sensitive underside of his cock, teasing and stroking, while she bobbed her head up and down, working his length between her lips.

  “That feels amazing, baby girl.” Groaning, he thrust his hips up again, shuddering as she sank down nearly to the root of his cock. “That’s it, swallow all of Daddy’s cock.”

  To his delight, on her next stroke she did just that. Her throat muscles worked, pulling on the head of his cock, her lips pressed against his groin. She held the position for a long moment before pulling back and then eagerly plunging down again.

  Wanting to give her some pleasure as well, Derrick let his hand slide down her neck, trailing his fingers over her shoulder to her breast. She was a little less than a handful, so that he could cover her entire breast with his fingers, and her hard nipple stood out proudly, waiting to be plucked. He tugged on the sensitive bud, enjoying her answering moan and the way the vibrations traveled up his cock.

  He was so worked up, and she was so skilled, that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last nearly as long as he wanted to. Distracting himself by playing with her breast didn’t work as well as it might have under other circumstances.

  As if sensing his oncoming orgasm, she sucked harder, moving her head faster, and Derrick pinched her nipple one last time before finally grabbing onto her head. She relaxed her muscles, letting him take over and use her mouth, pumping his cock between her lips and into her throat.

  “Lizzie...” He half-shouted, half-groaned her name as ecstasy ripped through him. His cock pulsed, her tongue caressing him as he throbbed against it, spilling his cum straight down her throat. He could feel the pleasurable sensation of her throat working to swallow his load, the low hum of happy pleasure that she made as she accepted her reward for a job well done.

  Holy hell he was a lucky man.

  And—he’d always thought, but now he had undeniable confirmation—Big Daddy was an idiot.

  * * *

  The warm stream of salty-sweet fluid coursing down her throat gave Lizzie an almost euphoric high. It was the culmination of a fantasy she’d never thought would come true.

  Punished, kneeling naked with a welted bottom, on her knees before a caring Daddy, pleasuring him with her mouth as an apology... she was on the verge of orgasming herself, just from the mental and emotional satisfaction welling inside of her. She almost felt like she had climaxed, except the physical need still riding her was like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Of course, that was part of her fantasy too, because naughty girls didn’t deserve orgasms.

  But if she’d done a good enough job of apologizin
g to Daddy, maybe she’d get one.

  His cock softened inside of her mouth, despite the fact that she continued to energetically suck him, and Daddy’s fingers pressed against her jaw.

  “That’s enough, sweetheart.” His green eyes were soft, happy, and he was looking at her like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.

  Lizzie felt herself practically glowing in response to that look.

  Leaning down, Daddy kissed her lips softly. “Apology accepted.”

  She beamed up at him. “I’m not in trouble anymore?”

  “You’re not in trouble anymore.” He bopped her on the nose. “Now let’s get you dressed. I want to feed you a real dinner before bed.” Darn it. No orgasm apparently. Seeing her obvious disappointment, Daddy winked at her, and her hopes rose back up in her chest. “Show me what a good girl you can be, and Daddy will give you a treat before bed.”

  “It’s cock, right?” she asked hopefully. “When you say treat, you mean cock?”

  Daddy cracked up, shaking his head. “Little Lizzie...”

  “Am I allowed to say cock? We’re in the bedroom, I should be allowed to say cock in the bedroom.”

  Daddy’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “Alright, sweetheart. But just be forewarned, if I didn’t already think your bottom had taken everything it can tonight, I might still be tempted to punish you. You’re toeing the line.”

  She grinned, enjoying the rather wicked feeling that maybe she’d just gotten away with something.

  Eyeing her, Daddy frowned. “On the other hand, maybe it’s best to make sure you have clear boundaries right from the get-go.”

  Ah crapola.

  * * *

  As punishments went, Derrick thought he’d been rather creative. He got a nice view of his little girl’s red hot, welted bottom while he cooked, and Lizzie got a lesson in both impertinence and staying where he put her. The nipple clamps he’d pinched her tender buds with weren’t particularly cruel, but since he’d looped the chain around the cabinet hooks and then shortened it to the point where she couldn’t move without the clamps tugging painfully, they definitely made their presence known.

  The first few minutes he’d been cooking, she kept trying to peek over her shoulder to see what he was doing, letting out a little yelp every time as the clamps pulled. Now she’d given up on that, but she still whined every few minutes as she shifted on her feet or made some kind of squirmy little movement that inadvertently tugged on her nipples.

  Derrick grinned.

  That was a sight he could easily get used to. Although he hoped he wouldn’t have to give her such a harsh punishment very often – he didn’t feel the belt was for everyday punishments. Risking her life however… yes, that he would use the belt or even worse in order to pound in the lesson that taking such risks was not acceptable. Really, in some ways, he’d gone easy on her since it was their first time doing such a rough punishment. Her bottom was going to be sore for several days. He’d smoothed some arnica on her skin before they came downstairs, so she shouldn’t bruise, but he wouldn’t be comfortable giving her more than a light spanking until later in the week.

  She was definitely a bit of a masochist, because she was highly aroused, but he had his own limits for how much he was willing to punish that one area of her body. Which was why he’d gotten creative with her nipples.

  As he cooked, he started asking her questions about herself and let her ask him some as well. The conversation easily kept up after he’d taken the clamps off and sat her down at the table. He put down a towel covered cushion on her seat, which made her blush as she realized her arousal hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  Even as they chatted, she squirmed through dinner, both because of the discomfort from her spanking as well as her growing need. Sternly, Derrick told her to open her legs, because he was pretty sure she’d been working herself toward orgasm just by rubbing her thighs together. With a little whimper, she’d done as he asked.

  By the end of the meal they were both extremely turned on, although she was admittedly in a worse position than him.

  “Dishes can wait,” he announced, deciding that she’d waited long enough. “We’re going to bed. Now.”

  Lizzie’s face lit up with eager hope and she squealed with glee when he swept her up into his arms and headed for the stairs.

  Chapter 17

  She was a hot, throbbing, aching mess from her poor tormented nipples to her roasted bottom. Even after Daddy had taken the clamps off, her nipples had throbbed all through their meal. It was a wonder she’d been able to concentrate on their conversation at all.

  Now that Daddy was taking her upstairs, all she could think was yes, yes, yes, yes!

  “Last chance to back out,” Daddy said, as he shouldered open the door to what she quickly realized was his bedroom. “I won’t be mad if you want to wait, sweetheart.”

  Lizzie was seized with the sudden fear that he might decide it was too soon.

  It was definitely not too soon in her book; in fact, it wasn’t soon enough!

  She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, and he came to a halt, so she could look him very seriously in the eye.

  “If I don’t get Daddy’s cock tonight, I’m going to throw the biggest tantrum you’ve ever seen,” she told him, giving him her best ‘mean mug.’

  Completely un-intimidated, Daddy laughed and tossed her on the bed. She squealed as she flew through the air and then shrieked when she landed on the bed on her butt and bounced. Quickly she rolled over, off of her swollen bottom. All the nerve endings had just flared to life again, far past the discomfort of just sitting had done.

  She heard a growling noise behind her and screeched as Daddy’s hand wrapped around her ankle, yanking her down the bed to him. He easily flipped her back over, leaving her staring up at him. Standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes were hot with lust and desire, and he pressed the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs up toward her body and apart, leaving her pussy completely vulnerable and open to him.

  With a sudden movement, he crouched down right in front of her and then his mouth was on her pussy. Lizzie’s hands flew to his head, her fingers grabbing at his hair, her body arching at his touch. His tongue slid up the center of her pussy, the hot, wet stroke ending at her swollen clit, which he sucked into her mouth.

  Lizzie moaned, shuddering, and her fingers tightened on his hair.

  “Oh Daddy...”

  She tried to push her hips up, but the way he was pressing down on the backs of her thighs had her nearly folded in half, leaving her unable to move her lower body. All she could do was tug on his hair as he began to lick, suck, and nibble on her sensitive labia, teasing her clit and driving her absolutely wild.

  It felt like she’d been on the edge of orgasm for hours and now that Daddy was finally touching her pussy, she could feel it hovering just out of reach.

  “Please, Daddy, I need to come,” she begged, tugging harder on his hair.

  “Come as much as you want, baby girl.” His voice was a growl, sending another wave of heat and need through her. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

  Then he sucked her clit back into his mouth again, lips pulling on the little nubbin, and Lizzie screamed as the first wave of ecstasy crashed into her. She was like a spool, wound too tight, and now she’d been cut, and all of the tension was unwinding, sending her spinning through raptures of sheer erotic bliss.

  While she writhed against his hands, Daddy stood up, and Lizzie found herself with her hands above her head, wrists wrapped in his fingers, as his cock pressed against her swollen pussy. She was so sensitive from the orgasm she’d just had that she nearly went off again as he began to push inside of her.

  He was hot, thick, and hard, filling her so completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward, needing him to be as deep inside of her as he could get. Moaning, she arched her back, pulling him in deeper, until his body touched hers, and she moved her hips up and down, rubbing her clit against his hard
body while her muscles tightened around his cock.

  “Oh Daddy!”

  * * *

  Lizzie writhed against him, testing Derrick’s self-control as he sank into her. She was so responsive to his every touch, so desperately needy for his cock, that he’d had to pin down her hands to keep her from completely undoing him.

  Her nipples brushed against his chest as she arched beneath him, and Derrick bent his head to catch one of the little buds in his mouth for just a moment before he had to lift his head again.

  With a groan, he pulled his hips back and then thrust in hard, feeling her heels digging into his back as she tried to pull him deeper into her. The silken heat of her pussy welcomed him in, her muscles contracting and massaging his cock with every stroke.

  She was hot, erotic perfection and Derrick grit his teeth, taking her hard. Her bottom bounced off of the bed, making her squeal and moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. The wet sound of his body slapping against her pussy was interspersed with all her little cries, her whimpers, as he began to ride her hard.

  Driving into her over and over again, Derrick wallowed in the pleasure of taking her, claiming her. She strained and tightened around him, already working her way to another orgasm, this time on his cock.

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he ordered, wanting to feel her spasming around him. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

  The permission, the encouragement, set her off again and Lizzie flushed all over, her mouth opening in a wail as she began to climax again. Her pussy clenched, squeezing his cock like a fist. He fucked her harder, pushing past her tensing muscles and creating even more friction, sending her higher into pleasure.

  She was beautiful when she came. Face flushed, breasts bouncing with every thrust, her lips parted in ecstasy, head thrown back with passion... Derrick memorized the sight, even though he planned on seeing it over and over again.