Super Daddies: A Naughty Nerdy Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Smith, Maren

  Or maybe she thought that he’d forgotten in his worry over her possible injuries.

  Electric shock could be serious though and he was taking it seriously until he knew she was definitely unharmed.

  “Any numbness? Move your fingers and toes for me,” he demanded, watching her carefully. He ignored her rolled eyes. For now.

  He’d already pressed his fingers all along her neck and spine, making sure that she hadn’t pulled any muscles or hurt her back when she’d fallen.

  Wiggling her fingers in the air, Lizzie gave him jazz hands. “All fine. No tingling, no numbness.”

  “You got lucky, little girl.” The one time a security guard had caught Zeus, he’d taken a bolt to the chest that had put him in the hospital. Maybe Zeus had pulled his punch when he’d realized he was being attacked by a female—or maybe the current running through his body wasn’t as high as when he threw a bolt. There could be any number of explanations, but all that mattered to Derrick was that his little Lizzie hadn’t been hurt.

  “I know.” She looked up at him contritely, although it wasn’t the sincere expression she had when she was truly sorry about being naughty. “I’m sorry Daddy, I won’t do it again.” Oh yes, she definitely thought she was pulling one over on him and that she wasn’t going to be in real trouble because he’d been worried about her injuries.

  But she’d done a very good job of reassuring him that she was unharmed, and Derrick wasn’t about to let her lapse in judgement slide.

  “You went after Zeus even though I told you not to.”

  “I really am really sorry, Daddy.” Her eyes widened and she sounded a little more sincere, as if just now realizing that she might still be in trouble. “I didn’t think, I just reacted when I saw him about to run.”

  “I realize that, baby girl.” For a moment she looked relieved. “That’s why I believe I need to impress upon you just how important it is to think before you act. Stand up, bend over the bed, and pull down your panties.”

  * * *

  Well, shoot.

  Maybe she should have played up the electricity thing a little more, but she really did feel fine and Daddy had been very concerned. Plus, if she’d lied about it, then she’d probably be facing double the amount of punishment.

  “But Daddy,” she whined.

  He cut her off before she could continue. “Now, little girl.”

  It got her all hot whenever he used that stern tone, no matter that he was about to spank her.

  Hopefully if she cooperated, it wouldn’t be too bad of a spanking. Maybe even more like a funishment. She flipped over onto her stomach and pulled down her panties. They sagged between her thighs, although she knew from experience that her wiggling during the spanking would cause them to keep sliding down until they dropped around her ankles.

  Moving her hands back up to either side of her hand, she tried not to start squirming already, although being in this position always made her want to. There was something achingly vulnerable about it, knowing that Daddy was looking at and had access to all of her exposed parts.

  “What did I tell you not to do today, Elizabeth?”

  Oooooh, he was pulling out the full name. Which always made her feel even more like a naughty little girl.

  “You told me not to fight Zeus.”

  “And what was the first thing you did?” The growl in Daddy’s voice announced his displeasure, but it also turned her on.

  “Tried to fight Zeus.”

  Her own voice was resigned and a little forlorn, because she knew she’d messed up. Thankfully it had come out okay in the end, but Daddy had a point about thinking before she acted. That was even part of her training.

  “You’re a very lucky, little girl that you weren’t hurt worse.” The pain in Daddy’s voice at even the thought of her hurt sparked tears in her eyes. She hated upsetting him.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “I know, baby girl, but that’s not enough. Daddy needs to make sure that you’ve learned your lesson.”

  He’d been moving around behind her, but Lizzie hadn’t looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. The last time he’d caught her doing that, he’d added ten swats to her spanking. Totally not worth it.

  Now he was standing just behind her again and she felt something cool and slick press against her anus. He’d gotten a plug! Hopefully not ginger, although she didn’t think so because it felt a lot harder than she remembered the ginger feeling. This felt like a regular plug.

  Hard. Quickly expanding.

  The stretch burned as her little ring opened for it, making her whine as her fingers dug into the mattress. It was definitely not her regular plug; this was stretching her open even more than the plug he usually used on her. The ache of being forced open made her press against the bed, but of course there was only so far she could go and the plug relentlessly pushed inward. It was well lubed, but as wide as it was, that only helped so much.

  “Ow, Daddy it’s too big!”

  “No, it’s not, this is your punishment plug, and trust me, in a little bit you’re going to be grateful that Daddy used it.” The silky threat made her shiver even as he worked the plug in deeper, using little thrusts to stretch her open.

  “Daddy nooooooo...” He’d threatened ‘naughty girl’ sex before but so far, he hadn’t actually followed through. Lizzie didn’t know if she was more scared or excited by the prospect that it might finally happen.

  The anxiety of waiting had been wearing on her, but now that she thought he might actually put his cock in her bottom, she wished she could keep on waiting. She was sure it would be better with Daddy than it had been in the past, but she still remembered how much it hurt.

  On the other hand, part of her now craved the intimate pain.

  “Relax Lizzie, this will only hurt as much as you let it.”

  She cried out as the plug pushed inward. Daddy forced the thickest part of the bulb through her sphincter and then the ring of muscle snapped shut in the notch between the base and the bulb, leaving her panting for breath. The thick plug was so deep inside of her, making her feel so full, that it didn’t even feel like there was room for air in her lungs.

  The punishment plug was both thicker and longer than the regular plug he sometimes used during funishments. They didn’t look that different when set side by side, but it felt like a huge difference.

  Shifting her weight, she whimpered as she felt the plug move inside of her, heavy and awkward. Then Daddy sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her over his lap, leaving her plugged bottom high in the air while her head hung down over the floor.

  Lizzie moaned as Daddy played with the base of the plug, spinning it inside of her and igniting all sorts of interesting sensations that were both uncomfortable and pleasurable.

  “Ready for your spanking, naughty girl?

  Chapter 21

  The dark pink base of the plug wedged between his little Lizzie’s cheeks made Derrick smile. He could feel her little pants for breath against his thigh and knew she was struggling to adjust to the plug’s proportions. It was about an inch longer and half an inch thicker than the toy he normally used—although still smaller than his cock. She was going to have to stretch even more before the evening was over, but the plug would help prepare her for it.

  The last time he’d threatened ‘naughty girl’ sex, he’d sensed her disappointment, rather than relief, when he hadn’t followed through. He’d been prepping her for weeks now, with whispered words, his fingers, and the play plug.

  Yes, it was naughty girl sex and it would probably hurt, but in the good way that she liked.

  “Elizabeth, are you ready for your spanking?” he asked again, pumping the plug a little bit. When he tugged on it, stretching her slightly as the bulb pushed against the inside of her little hole, she gasped and squirmed on his lap, rubbing her side against his already hard cock.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, the words coming out in a rush.

  “Good girl.”<
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  Without any more preamble, Derrick let go of the plug and started raining crisp, firm swats down on her vulnerable bottom. The warmup swats didn’t elicit much of a reaction from her other than some moans as she clenched around the plug, her muscles flexing and then trembling.

  But once he’d turned the entirely of her bottom a nice blush pink, Derrick started in on her real spanking in earnest.

  He wasn’t angry or upset anymore, but he was absolutely determined that Lizzie remember to use her brain first and her body second in any given situation. The fact that she’d put herself in danger today, in her zeal to catch the bad guy, did not make him happy and she was going to feel it.

  Wriggling harder now, her legs were beginning to kick, although her panties had dropped down to around her ankles and that hindered her legs’ movements somewhat. Her flesh jiggled under each stinging swat, making his cock jerk as he watched her bottom slowly heat from a light pink to a bright, roasted red.

  “Ow! Sorry... Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

  As usual, Lizzie’s words of appeal started before her body actually slumped in submission, a kind of naughty girl chant that she couldn’t seem to stop once she started to really feel her spanking.

  Derrick let her plea and kick; she wasn’t anywhere near her breaking point yet. He marched his hand right down the curve of each side of her bottom until he reached her sensitive sit spots and turned his focus to those. Squealing, Lizzie bucked, finally kicking her panties off from around her feet as she began to actually cry in earnest.

  * * *

  Ow, ow, ow...

  The hard, measured spanking hurt like the dickens the longer it went on. Tears began to drip down her cheeks as Lizzie’s bottom burned fiery hot. She tried to stay relaxed, but she couldn’t help but clench on occasion, the thick plug inside of her making the tension increasingly uncomfortable.

  When Daddy’s swats moved to the sensitive junction of her thigh and bottom, she cried out at the burning sting.

  It hurts so much!

  And even more so when Daddy’s fingers started to tap against the base of the plug in between swats. The little taps made it feel like it was pressing deeper inside of her, maybe even vibrating a little and the increase in discomfort shouldn’t have been much compared to the burn of her poor, chastised cheeks, and yet she hated the taps almost more than the actual spanking.

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  Daddy’s hand pressing down on her lower back kept her in position as she jerked. She grabbed at the rug to keep from reaching back and trying to cover her burning bottom, her body slumping as she gave herself over to the hot pain and let her tears fall to the floor.

  Of course, when Daddy finally stopped spanking her and started rubbing her bottom, a new sense of erotic dread trickled through her, distracting her from the painful punishment she’d just received.

  Naughty girl sex!

  The thought was filled with apprehension and excitement. Her pussy was wet from the spanking, aching to be filled, and yet some part of her thrilled at knowing she would be denied on that end. Why did that arouse her so intensely?

  “The next time I give you an order, are you going to follow it, Elizabeth?” Daddy asked. His voice was a lustful growl as he rubbed her punished bottom, in a manner that was more rough that soothing. Her pussy was weeping with excitement at his lustful handling, the pain directly contributing to her hot arousal.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said earnestly.

  “Good girl. Now on your back.”

  The words made her want to moan. In arousal? In fear? An erotically charged mix of both?

  Once she was in position, on her back in the center of the bed, holding her legs behind the knees to give Daddy access to her bottom, he tugged on the plug, pulling it from her and Lizzie moaned. It felt… not good exactly, but the sensation made her toes curl and she almost wanted him to put it back in her so he could do it again. Now she was empty, so empty, and torn about where, exactly, she wanted to be filled. The position he’d put her in kept most of her weight off of her tenderized cheeks, which she was thankful for.

  “Reach down and hold your bottom cheeks open for me, Elizabeth.”

  The incredibly naughty order coupled with her full name nearly made her whimper again. She slid her hands down, wincing only a little as her hands came into contact with her abused bottom, the flesh hot to her touch. The humiliating position turned her on even more, like she was presenting her anus to him for punishment, and her pussy clenched.

  Sometimes her Daddy was so dirty, and she reveled in it.

  The lustful look he gave her made her wriggle. He looked like he wanted to devour her, watching her every movement as he lubed himself.

  Cock in his hand, Daddy knelt and pressed it against her anus. It was softer and thicker than any plug, and yet easily stretched her entrance open. She moaned as she felt the intimate heat of his cock pushing into her, adding to the burn of her roasted bottom. Arching her back, she whimpered, her body protesting the new intruder as its entry became a little more painful after the thick head had breached her.

  Unlike the plug, his cock didn’t have a thin notch to give her bottom a rest, and he was as thick—maybe even thicker—than the bulb of the plug. She gasped, shaking her head back and forth as he pushed in. The sensation was so different from the plug, the discomfort far greater… and yet the erotic intimacy made her pussy cream.

  * * *

  Watching his cock slide into his little Lizzie’s tight hole, her fingers holding her two red cheeks apart to give him the clearest view possible, Derrick groaned with pleasure. The tiny bit of lingering ginger oils in her body made his cock tingle pleasantly. Only halfway in and her body started to fight him a little. Although the plug had left traces of lube behind, he’d covered his dick with another layer, enough that he could easily slide in despite her body’s instinctive attempts to push him back out.

  “Where is my cock, Elizabeth?” he asked, biting back another groan when her muscles immediately tightened around him at the use of her full name. It was a trigger for her that he enjoyed using whenever she’d been a bad girl.

  Her little whimper and the way her pupils dilated as he sank deeper inside of her made his balls tighten. He’d chosen this position to take her ass for the first time specifically so that he could watch her expressions.

  “In my bottom, Daddy,” she answered, her voice high and girlish. Her fingers clutched her bottom a little tighter as he pulled back before thrusting forward again, pushing in deeper. Her breasts bounced, inviting him to fondle them and Derrick let his hands slide over the soft mounds, thumbing her hard nipples.

  “And why is my cock in your bottom, Elizabeth?”

  He pinched her nipples, tugging on the tender buds, his groin coming to rest against the backs of her hands and her hot cheeks. The ring of her entrance was so stretched it looked white against the rest of her skin, as if it could barely contain his cock, and he could feel the play of her inner muscles around his entire length, working to adjust to their new proportions. They massaged his cock while he waited for her answer.

  There was a little hitch in her breathing when she answered and her eyes were wide, she looked almost dazed. He could see the strain and the arousal in her face, and it turned him on even more.

  “Because I was naughty.” Another little whimper.

  Derrick leaned over, releasing her nipples and letting his weight press against her, so that he could whisper in her ear.

  “And where are naughty girls fucked, Elizabeth?”

  Her ass clenched down around him, like it was trying to squeeze the life out of his dick, and he groaned with the hot pleasure of it.

  The answer came with a sob as he drew back his cock.

  “In their bottoms!”

  He thrust in again, slow but hard, gripping her hips tightly as he began to ride her, fucking her clenching asshole while she whimpered and squirmed underneath him. Legs propped against his shoul
ders, her breasts bounced with every thrust, her bottom bouncing against the bed.

  “You may let go of your bottom, Elizabeth,” he said.

  Immediately her hands went to either side of her upper body, fists clenching the sheets. She shuddered, tightening around him, her head shaking back and forth on the bed again, her lips opening as if she was going to say something. Derrick slowed, waiting to see if she was going to say her safeword, but then her hips moved again, pushing up against him and impaling herself on his cock.

  Grinning, Derrick started fucking her sweet ass again, letting the reins of his control slip.

  “If you can, you can orgasm,” he told her. The whimpering moan he received in return made him think that she might very well do exactly that.

  * * *

  There was a terrible eroticism to having Daddy’s cock in her bottom, stretching her open, filling her in such a perverse manner. The fact that it was a type of fucking reserved for when she’d been very naughty only made it more taboo, more arousing.

  It hurt, but it felt good too. The stretch burned her and her pussy spasmed emptily, but she was so turned on she thought she might explode. The hard thrusts pressed Daddy’s body against her pussy, but not enough to make her actually come. Her clit ached for more contact and her bottom throbbed as it bounced off of the mattress.

  She moaned as Daddy’s fingers tightened on her hips, his cock fucking her harder, faster. The slick glide in and out of her stretched hole felt completely different than regular sex, stimulating entirely different nerve endings. It was overwhelmingly intense, both emotionally and in physical sensation. His jaw was tight as he stared down at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her taking his cock in her ass.

  Something about this made her feel more submissive than she’d ever felt before in her entire life. It was raw, wicked, and utterly sensual.