Super Daddies: A Naughty Nerdy Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Smith, Maren

  “I have a little power now, though,” Susan said softly. “Because… because you touched me down there, Daddy. I could… you know, hold it.” Her voice took on a shade of little-girl pride that threatened to make Bob’s heart melt. “I can do whatever I want with my body, pretty much, when I have power.”

  Bob smiled. “You can, princess, I’m sure,” he said slowly. “But then there’s the question of whether you may. And your daddy would like to be in charge of that.”

  Her eyes went wide, then, as he stood up and took her hand.

  “Let’s go to the bathroom,” Bob said as he led her in that direction.

  The bathroom in Nightprince’s quarters was small, but entirely functional and gleaming clean.

  “We’re going to have a little lesson in obedience, now,” Bob said. “And if you do well, I’ll give you even more power.”

  “How?” Susan demanded, her eyes rather alarmed.

  “Sit on the potty, princess,” he said firmly.

  Susan obeyed, looking at him very suspiciously, but also, Bob could see, with a hunger in her eyes that he thought must come from both her human and her alien sides.

  He took a step closer to her, and then without haste but also without hesitation he put his hand between her trim thighs, cupping her pussy as she sat waiting for her pee to come. Susan gave a little cry, and her face turned bright red.

  Bob looked down steadily into her wide, questioning blue eyes.

  “Daddy…” she whispered in a breathy voice so soft he almost couldn’t hear it. “Daddy, what are you doing? I can’t pee with your hand there, and… and I really...”

  Susan’s voice trailed away entirely, and she closed her eyes. A tiny whine of need came from Ultragirl’s pretty nose, her nostrils flaring.

  “Can you use your power to make your pee come, princess?” Bob asked gently.

  Susan swallowed hard, and her whole body went still for a moment. Bob guessed she must be consulting some encoded ancestral memory, but with her earthly upbringing creating conflicts no Zaxian could have foreseen.

  “On your hand, Daddy?” she finally asked, scrunching her eyes even more tightly shut. “Please… don’t make me?”

  But Bob could hear in her voice just how exciting the thought truly seemed to her: to use her warrior-princess powers to do something naughty because her daddy demanded it of her.

  “Go ahead and pee in Daddy’s hand, now, honey. That’s what Daddy wants.” He moved his fingers gently on her clit, on her pouting pussy-lips, and she cried out. For an instant, the toilet shook, and Bob worried that he’d made a mistake that would result in a lengthy explanation to Captain Wonder about a huge bill for plumbing repair and water damage, when Ultragirl caused the porcelain pedestal to explode into its component molecules.

  Then Susan’s skin started to glow, and her warm stream gushed out onto her daddy’s hand, as she moaned with relief and pleasure.

  Chapter 9

  Could she really be peeing on Nightprince’s hand? Why did Bob… Daddy… want her to do that?

  The answer came to her at the same time as she felt her skin start to glow, and with that amazing new feeling a new part of her DNA memory surfaced in her mind: when a Zaxian warrior female found the right male, her molecular structure aligned with her sexual arousal in a unique way. Zaxian females received their abilities from sexual pleasure whether or not they had found a symbiotic male with whom to mate. If they did happen to find the right mate, however, their powers could be nearly unimaginable.

  This knowledge concerning symbiotic mating had been filed away deeper than almost any other piece of information in the DNA storage system locked inside He’Vopra’Mertuq. Those who had programmed her with the learning of her extinct race had supposed she would not need it, because the chances of finding such a symbiosis on Earth had seemed to them nearly nonexistent. Somehow, though, Susan’s Iowan upbringing had resulted in an arousal pattern that Nightprince’s skills as a dominant daddy awoke perfectly.

  She cried out with erotic need as the pee flowed from her, and the naughtiness became almost unbearable. Bob had known, somehow, that Susan’s modesty would respond this way when he took her in hand in such an embarrassing fashion. Maybe something in the way Ultragirl had reacted to be told her superhero mentor would be in charge of the raising and lowering of her panties had told him, or maybe he had just gotten lucky. Whatever it was, the feeling of being made to go pee on her daddy’s fingers as they moved more and more urgently over her aching clit, his hand holding her naughty pussy more and more firmly, made her literally glow, as if her blush had spread to her whole body.

  “Let’s wash up,” Bob said gently, when the warm stream had stopped flowing. “Wipe yourself, princess. Nice and clean.”

  Susan took the paper from the roll, feeling her skin glow even more as she rubbed the thin white sheets, with a tiny whimper, over the place where she knew she needed so much more from her daddy.

  He helped her get up off the potty, and he flushed the toilet. Then he led her over to the sink, and he put soap and water on his hands, and washed them. Susan found she had put her hands on his hips, because she couldn’t resist the gesture a Zaxian would have used to tell her mate she wanted him between her thighs.

  That Zaxian would have reached between her lover’s thighs to feel for his hardness. Then she might have stripped his garments from his body and led him to bed. But when Bob, his hands now clean, turned to look down at her with a serious, almost solemn, expression in his eyes, the Susan part of her knew she had to do something different. Ultragirl had a well-deserved spanking coming, on her naughty young bottom, after all.

  “Daddy?” she whispered. “Are you going to take off your suit, now?”

  Bob’s mouth turned up in a smile. “Would you like that, princess?”

  Susan nodded vigorously, though she bit her lip at the same time. She felt the blood vessels in her face threaten to blush, and she almost stopped them, but then she decided—just because she was suddenly having so much fun—to let the blush happen. She felt the pale, subtle glow in her face take on an extra hint of red, and she watched Nightprince’s smile grow at the sight.

  “Why, princess?” he asked.

  Susan chewed on her lower lip now, so fiercely she might have drawn blood if the power inside her hadn’t automatically intervened to prevent it. She felt the furrow in her brow get very deep.

  She didn’t know how she could possibly say it, but she managed to whisper. “I want to see.”

  “Just see?”

  That made her giggle. “Daddy!”

  Bob laughed. “Okay, princess. I won’t make you say it. Daddy wants you to touch his cock as much as it seems like you want to touch it. And from now on Daddy will take off his clothes before he spanks you sometimes, when it’s happening in private and you’re being a good girl.”

  Then, still looking into her eyes, Nightprince started to take off his darksuit. He’Vopra’Mertuq had inside her the DNA memories of thousands of warrior women who had fucked like queens, but the sight of her new daddy’s naked body made Susan Corday tremble with modesty and wicked arousal. Something about being naked with a naked man made her feel like she needed a spanking even more than before. When Bob stripped the suit off past his waist, and his big, big penis sprang up, Susan gave a little whimper that almost sounded to her ears like fear, even though, really, it felt like delight: her daddy had gotten so very hard, just for her. Her daddy wanted to do big-girl super-daddy things with her.

  After her spanking. She let out another whimper as he took her hand. Susan thought her super-daddy would lead her back out of the bathroom into his office, then, but he brought his hand close to him—closer and closer, as a tiny whining sound came from Susan’s throat when she understood. Her hand trembled, and then Nightprince, Lord of Darkness, had put it on his enormous, rigid cock, closing her fingers gently around its hard length and moving them up and down to teach her how to please him.

  Bob’s breathing
deepened, as Susan caressed him. She curled her fingers a little more, made her grip a little tighter, and a deep growl came from her daddy’s throat. Enchanted, she tried moving her hand faster.

  “Daddy? Am I doing it right?” she whispered.

  “Yes, princess. That makes Daddy feel so good.”

  She felt Bob’s hand, then, between her legs, and she gasped. The floor shook under them, but only for an instant, because Ultragirl had really begun to learn how to keep her power in, though it made the pleasure so much greater she thought she might burst.

  “Do I really have to have a spanking, Daddy?” she asked, not even sure what she wanted the answer to be.

  “Yes, you do,” he said very softly, pulling her close and kissing her despite the stern tone in his voice. For a moment, as her mouth responded to his, Ultragirl felt balanced between Susan and He’Vopra’Mertuq and somehow also between adult and little girl. She felt the glow inside her body and on her skin intensify, and she realized she could extend it out from her skin, too, and envelop her lover, her daddy, inside it.

  Bob made a startled sound in his throat, as if surprised by the pleasure and the arousal. His hardness leapt in her hand and he pulled his face back, his eyes ironically wide. Then he grinned, and kissed her again, very briefly but very firmly, before he stepped back, taking her hand again but this time using it to lead her back into the office and towards the spanking chair.

  “Didn’t you like it, Daddy?” Susan asked, her voice sounding as playful as her heart felt.

  “Of course I liked it, princess,” Nightprince responded, as he sat in the chair still holding her by the hand. Before Susan knew it, he had pulled her towards his naked, hairy thigh, and then over it, bare bottom up. She realized with a secret smile that she had let him draw her that way despite knowing that her strength now exceeded his—half in surprise, she supposed, but also half in acquiescence to her daddy’s wish.

  “But I also knew you were trying to get out of your spanking, which is not going to happen.”

  “Oh,” she said softly.

  Then Nightprince put his huge hand on her little bottom, gently, and Susan couldn’t help it: panicking, she turned her skin to granite.

  “Susan?” Bob said, his voice a warning.

  “Please, Daddy. Maybe not now? Not yet? Shouldn’t we think about Virtueman?”

  “We should definitely think about Vic,” Bob answered, his tone admonishing her with every syllable. “That’s why you’re being punished. You made it more difficult to rescue him. I believe he will be fine in the end, and I think you’re going to have a chance to redeem yourself, but…”

  As he spoke, he rubbed her bottom and her thighs, and Susan realized she didn’t want to feel his hand through stonily resistant flesh. She wanted to feel her daddy’s hand on girlish, soft, human skin. She gave whimper of need, and she made her bottom spankable again.

  “Good girl,” Bob said in a much gentler tone, and then he started to teach her the lesson Susan and He’Vopra’Mertuq both knew she needed.

  Over his lap, instead of over his knee the way she had been for her first spanking, Susan felt much younger, and she couldn’t help feeling like Bob had decided to spank her less ferociously, too—more the way a daddy spanks a younger girl, one who has run out into the street without looking both ways, maybe, and needs a firm hand on her bare bottom for her own safety. It made her remember, self-consciously, with each spank, that she could turn off the pain if she wanted. As the slaps landed on her round little cheeks, though, she decided anew with each one that she had ended up naked over her daddy’s lap because she did need to learn her lesson.

  It hurt, and it should hurt, because Susan Corday was a handful—she would have been a handful even if she hadn’t discovered herself to be a Zaxian warrior. Now that she had a daddy, she could admit to herself that she had always had a needy, greedy, naughty streak that would make her do silly things. Ultragirl needed to know she would end up with her bottom turned to the ceiling and displayed to her daddy’s stern gaze while he spanked her and spanked her.

  Her daddy held her still, with his left hand, so that even when she squirmed at the sting of his big right hand on her little hind-cheeks, she couldn’t get away from her punishment. She started to yelp, and her thighs and calves trembled, but Daddy kept spanking her, because she had disobeyed him.

  “Hold still, princess,” he said, sternly, as one of her feet came up off the floor with a little kick. He spanked that leg, low down on the thigh, and she cried out at the pain. Bob shifted Susan on his lap a little, and she felt his hardness moving under her tummy—so close her pussy that she whimpered with need.

  “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please, no more?”

  But Bob started spanking her again, speaking now as he kept punishing her.

  “You have a lot more coming. You put us all in danger and I’m going to be sure your butt is sore for a while. And don’t even think about turning off the pain or anything like that, which I’m sure you can do.”

  “Ow! I… oh, Daddy, but it hurts so much!” The spanks might be lighter than the ones he had given her the first time, but it seemed like he meant them to go on for much longer. Susan squirmed over her daddy’s naked lap, terribly sorry she had disobeyed, and trying as hard as she could to do as he said, now, and not take the easy way out by manipulating her nervous system.

  Her little bottom felt like her daddy had taken a burning brand to it, and still he spanked it with his firm hand, moving the swats down, too, so that the tops of her thighs hurt as well, and she knew her whole backside must be bright red. Finally, she sobbed over Bob’s lap, limp and yielding while he finished teaching her the terrible lesson she had earned.

  Chapter 10

  Bob stopped spanking his supergirl and began to rub her warm bottom very gently. His cock had gotten so hard while spanking her that he had to fight the urge to go too quickly, and hurry Susan’s defloration when he knew for both their sakes that should be a moment to remember, one into which he put all his experience as a dominant super daddy.

  Susan’s new sort of squirming, and the way every few seconds the chair would shake under him in a clearly paranormal fashion, didn’t help him contain himself. As he fondled her sweet red bottom-cheeks, she parted her knees and let out a soft moan.

  “Close those legs until I tell you to open them, princess,” Bob said softly, though. “You’re learning to be Daddy’s good girl. Daddy will tell you when it’s time to spread your knees.”

  That brought a little sob of need, and Susan obeyed him, though with a wriggle that seemed very much like a protest against his making her wait.

  “Please, Daddy?” she begged. “Wasn’t I a good girl for my spanking?”

  Bob smiled. He could hear in the dreamy quality of her words, her tone a little higher in pitch than Susan’s ordinary speaking voice, that she had entered into the girlish mental space that would help her cope with the challenges of her very unusual new sort of adulthood. Here in Nightprince’s office, or wherever he decided she needed to submit to him as a little girl to her guardian, Ultragirl would have the chance to lay aside the cares of an alien warrior charged with keeping Earth safe. She would give herself to his discipline and his pleasure, and receive her reward.

  “You were, princess. Are you ready to learn how to be a very good girl for your daddy?”

  A startled little whimper came from Susan’s throat. Then she said, “Yes?” in a tentative voice that seemed to have in it both fear and desire.

  “You’re going to kneel in front of Daddy, now, and suck his cock. Daddy will hold your head and teach you how.”

  Susan’s body tensed, and the chair shook just a little, but then she started to clamber off his lap, so eagerly that Bob had to grin. He spread his knees so that she could take her place between them, her hands held up before her, seeming to waver between touching the huge erection that confronted her and pulling back in fear of its size, and of her daddy’s command that she take
him in her mouth. She looked up at him, her lip caught between her teeth and her blue eyes full of questions. Bob put his hand out to stroke her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, very softly.

  “Daddy?” Susan whispered. “If I do a good job…” She closed her eyes and her cheeks turned red.

  “Good girl to let yourself blush, princess,” Bob said, to encourage her. “Go ahead and ask. You can ask Daddy for anything.”

  The blue eyes opened again. “If I do a good job will Daddy teach his supergirl to fuck? Please?”

  “Yes, he will,” Bob said, smiling. “Daddy’s going to fuck your little pussy very hard, princess, and teach you to take his big penis in your little bottom, too.”

  Susan turned her eyes downward, then, to look at Nightprince’s enormous manhood, the skin, appropriately, a shade darker than the rest of its owner’s flesh. She had held it in her hand, in the bathroom, and she had undoubtedly felt it rising under her while he had given her her spanking, but now she bit her lip as she confronted Bob’s rigid length with the knowledge that she must take it into her mouth and learn to please him that naughty way.

  “It’s very big, Daddy,” she whispered. Her gaze darted up to his eyes again. “Do I have to have the whole thing in my mouth?”

  “Someday you will, princess. Not today. Today Daddy’s just going to get you used to having it inside you, and going up and down on it. Open your mouth, now, and put your tongue out. That’s it. Curl it over your lower lip and open as wide as you can. Good girl.”

  Bob took the little face between his hands, cupping his fingers around the back of her head, and moved her mouth firmly but gently onto the head of his cock. He gave a little grunt of pleasure, deep in his chest, as he felt the velvety softness of Susan’s inexperienced but eager oral attentions.

  “Use your hands, sweetheart,” he said, hearing the thickness of arousal in his voice. “Nice and gently—one hand on my cock and the other just holding my balls. There you go. That’s it. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”