She obeyed. A wildness coursed through her: she was so turned on. The spanking had aroused her, but it was more than that, it was the whole dynamic of Simon in the role of Daddy - his voice, his tone, his expression, combined with her feelings of acute embarrassment as she stood in the corner, her throbbing bare bottom on display for his pleasure.
As for Simon, he leaned back and smiled, observed the view for a few moments more, then got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a small glass of wine which he proceeded to slowly savour. Lucy hadn't moved position; her red bottom jutted out invitingly. Simon checked his watch, and after ten minutes had elapsed decided it was time to release her from the corner.
"Very well Lucy, you can come out now. Come and sit with me." She took her seat beside him, wincing slightly as she sat down. "Are you a good girl now, Lucy?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Good, then as a treat we'll watch a movie and eat ice cream,"
"Oh yes! Is it chocolate ice cream?"
"Of course." Simon grinned. "Sit tight and I'll go and get it."
To Lucy's delight, Simon returned with ice cream and a DVD of The Little Mermaid. "I love that movie!" enthused Lucy. "It's one of my favourites!"
"I thought it might be." He inserted the DVD and switched on the TV. "All set?"
"Mmm," she mumbled, her mouth full of ice cream.
When they had done eating, Simon put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up to him as they watched the movie together. She felt as though she was in heaven.
But the best part was yet to come...
---oOo---
"Bath time," announced Simon. "Someone has chocolate ice cream around her mouth AND down the front of her new dress."
Lucy looked down at her chest. A big blob of chocolate ice cream had stained the fabric. "Ooops." She took the offered hand and was led upstairs to the bathroom.
"I have lots of bubbles for you," said Simon as he turned on the taps and added some pale pink gel to the water.
"I love bubbles!" Lucy leaned over the side of the bath, dipped in her hand and began sloshing water, churning it to get extra bubbles.
"Arms up," said Simon. "Let's get these dirty clothes off." He came up behind her and unfastened the two buttons at the back of her neck. Lucy raised her arms and he pulled the dress up over her head.
Lucy swallowed. Here she was, half naked, her nipples hardening into little nubs. She suddenly felt shy, but Simon didn't even seem to be looking at her. He was very matter-of-fact as he removed her shoes and socks.
"Now the underskirt," he said as he tugged it down so she could step out of it.
And there she stood, naked, the only adornment being the hair ribbons. Simon took those off too and then lifted her into the big bath and began sponging her down. After a while, she forgot her shyness as she was having so much fun, splashing and kicking up water, and playing with yellow plastic ducks that belonged to the twins. Simon lathered shampoo in her hair, and rinsed it off with the shower fixed above the bath.
When she was clean and scrubbed pink, Simon lifted her out onto the bathmat and dried her in a huge fluffy towel. Lucy loved it. She felt truly pampered
"Time to brush those teeth," said Simon.
"Ok." She was about to go hunting for her overnight bag, but there was no need as Simon opened the bathroom cabinet and produced a new pink toothbrush with a picture of a princess on the handle. "Oh - I like it!" She squirted toothpaste on the brush and began to brush her teeth.
"Nice and clean now," said Simon. "Let me see." Lucy flashed him a toothy smile. "Excellent." Playfully, he gathered her up into his arms and carried her into the twins room. She sat on the end of the bed while he finished drying her hair with a pink hair dryer, and sat with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the feel of having someone brush her hair. "Hey - are you going to sleep on me, princess?"
"No!" Her eyes opened wide. "See - I'm wide awake!"
"So you are. See what I found in the drawer. Would you like to wear this?" He showed her a pale pink nightdress with a picture of Minnie Mouse on the front.
"Yes! I love Minnie." She held up her arms as he slipped the nightdress over her head.
"A perfect fit. Give me a twirl."
She obliged, happily twirling round and round so fast she made herself quite dizzy.
"Wheeee! Look at me!"
Simon caught her before she fell over. "Very nice. Now calm down, or you won't get a bedtime story."
"A bedtime story? Really?"
"Yep." He pointed to the bookcase crammed with books. "There must be something there you'd like."
Lucy ran to the book shelf and scanned the titles, running her fingers over the spines and pulling out half a dozen or more that appealed. "These!"
"Only one!"
She opted for a book about a little lost rabbit, and sat on the bed with Simon, cuddling into his broad chest. He had a wonderful voice, deep and resonant, and he made her laugh by speaking in lots of different voices as the story demanded. She was very disappointed when the tale came to an end and he closed the book.
"Another one! Another one!" she demanded.
"Certainly not. It's time for my little girl's bed time. Snuggle down and I'll tuck you up."
Lucy's face fell for two reasons: firstly, she wanted another story, and secondly, it was nowhere near her bedtime. "But Daddy! It's only 9:30! I don't go to bed this early."
"You do when you're little Lucy, and even when you're big Lucy, you'll go to bed when Daddy tells you to. Understood?"
"Oh I suppose so." Lucy pouted. "But I'm not at all sleepy."
"You will be once you're properly tucked in." He plumped up her pillows and pulled the quilt up to her chin.
"Night night, princess."
"Night night. Daddy - when do you come to bed?" she asked innocently.
He hid a smile. "I'm going through some paperwork and then I'll be up in a couple of hours. If you're still awake and want to sleep in Daddy's bed, you can."
Lucy smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you Daddy. I'll be sleeping in your big bed." She returned his kiss and snuggled down with a teddy bear and a stuffed pink elephant. She watched as Simon left the room and then sighed happily. This was so perfect. She had loved every minute of it - even the spanking with Daddy's rock hard hands. As she lay there, thinking about the day, she felt a warm drowsiness begin to overtake her, and realised that if she wasn't careful she really would fall asleep - which would mean she would spend all night in the twins bed instead of Daddy's bed, and that would never do! So she sat up and listened. All was quiet.
Grabbing the teddy she got out of bed and tip toed to the door. Peeking out, she could see a light on in Daddy's study, and heard the shuffle of papers. Quietly she trotted down the landing and went into Daddy's room and climbed into bed.
In the study, Simon grinned. She was behaving exactly as he had anticipated. It was going to be a fun night!
---oOo---
Simon completed his paperwork and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, after which he strode into his bedroom stark naked to find the lamp on the bedside table switched on, and a pair of eyes peeing out at him over the top of the quilt.
"Well, well ... and what have we here?" he said, flinging back the covers so that he could slide into bed.
"It's me, Lucy," she said, stating the obvious. "Um, the bigger Lucy," she added, trying not to giggle.
Simon turned on his side, his cock already engorged and pressing into her thigh. "So it is," he said with a boyish grin.
Lucy moved her thigh a little closer to that pulsing male rod. "Big Daddy," she said, meaningfully.
"You bet I am," he said huskily, and lowered his mouth to hers for a smouldering kiss. His cock twitched and reared its head. "It just won't behave itself for some reason," he quipped, putting her hand on it. "Maybe you should do something about it..."
She already had, her little fingers grasping the shaft, exploring its length and girth. "Such a BIG Daddy," she whispered, eager to explore
more. "And I've been so good going to bed early that I maybe should get a reward."
"Yeah?" He wondered if she was going to ask for another bedtime story. If she did, it would be most inconvenient right now. "What do you have in mind?"
"I want to ... to taste you."
"Ah," he said with relief. "Good girls get to suck Daddy's cock." He pushed back the quilt and lay on his back, reaching for her head, drawing her gently down, delighted in her receptiveness and willingness to please.
Eagerly she explored the length of him with her little pink tongue, beginning at the base of the shaft, and slowly working her way right up to the tip. The fingers of her right hand caressed his balls, and she used her left to hold his cock as her eager mouth did its work. With a succession of light licks, she swirled her tongue around the glistening tip, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as he groaned. He ran his fingers through her hair, applying just a hint of pressure as she worked him.
Lucy began to suck on the end of his cock, flicking her tongue as though she were licking a lollipop. He liked that. Oh yes! He groaned again in pleasure, his cock ramrod straight. Lucy wondered how much of him she could possibly take in her mouth, so began by slowly taking him in inch by inch, her hand working in conjunction with her tongue. She was no virgin, but didn't have a great deal of sexual experience, but his obvious pleasure and arousal increased her confidence ten-fold. She knew he was getting excited as he began to thrust rhythmically ... small, regular thrusts that gradually built up, increasing in tempo. She acted on her instincts and sucked harder as his thrusts began to increase, her hand rubbing his shaft. His maleness filled her, exerting its authority by pushing at the back of her throat. She had reached capacity and couldn't accommodate his full length in her mouth, but he seemed not to notice or care. The pressure of his hand on her head increased and as he tensed she knew he was close, and when he jerked and spasmed, his hips thrusting upwards, she received his offering, though much of it leaked from her mouth making a wet puddle on the sheet. But it didn't matter. She had pleasured him and she felt mightily pleased with herself.
Simon regarded her through half-closed eyes and smiled languidly. His cock twitched and stilled as he basked in the aftermath of a very acceptable blow job. "Mmmn," was all he could manage.
"I haven't had much practice," began Lucy.
"Oh baby, you can practice on me whenever you want - except when we're at work," he added, with a grin.
Lucy giggled. "Was it good?"
"It was better than good, honey. It was fantastic." He gave her an indulgent smile then glanced at his shrunken rod. "Give him 15 minutes recovery time, then he'll be ready for round two. In the meantime ..." He reached for the hem of her cute little nightgown and pulled it up around her neck so he could look at her body. Pert little breasts with elongated nipples demanded immediate attention and he leaned forward to take one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the very tip of her nipple, making her gasp in delight. He gave the other breast the same treatment, then moved his hand down the expanse of her body, over the trim waist and flat tummy. He was greeted by a furry blonde triangle. He grabbed a handful of pubic hair. "This will have to go."
Lucy blinked. "Go? Go where?"
Simon laughed. "I'm going to shave it off. Tomorrow."
"Oh! But ... but ... you can't do that! I'll be bald!" Simon gave her a look. "Oh. OK then," she said resignedly.
Simon nodded. Good. She's learning fast. "I want you that way. Besides, you'll find being shaved an erotic experience, trust me."
"I do," she said. And it was true. Implicitly.
There was no further time to dwell on the loss of her pretty pubic hair as Simon tapped her thigh.
"Open."
Lucy shivered at the command. She loved his natural authority and his dominance over her... loved everything about him in fact. And yet, the thought of him scrutinising her there filled her with a mix of lust and acute embarrassment. But she obeyed, splaying her thighs, allowing him access. He sensed her feelings and proceeded by placing the tip of his index finger on her mouth, resting it lightly on her lower lip, and as she opened her mouth a little, he slid his finger inside - then that moistened finger was used to slowly tease her labia and clit, making her squirm and squirm and squirm. And when he placed his finger up inside her, it was to find she needed no lubrication whatsoever.
"You're wet," he murmured huskily. A second finger joined in the exploration. "What are we going to do about that, huh?"
"I d-don't know. Ohhhh." As his fingers explored deep inside her, she exhaled, craving more. She got more. He began massaging her clit with his thumb while his fingers continued their stimulation. Lucy was beside herself, her hips beginning to thrust, and when he took her nipple in his mouth and gently bit it, she made an inarticulate little cry of pleasure.
She was so lost in the sensation she didn't register immediately that he had withdrawn his hand from her pussy. Now those questing fingers found a new target - her puckered little anus. As he probed her there with a finger glistening with her own juices, she opened her eyes wide, and tensed for a moment.
"This is new to you." It wasn't a question. "Relax, baby. Just enjoy." Slowly he slipped his finger further up inside her tight hole, and each time she relaxed her muscles, he went in just a little further.
"Oh... oh ... so naughty," whispered Lucy, then shrieked half in pleasure and half in pain as he teased her rigid nipple between his teeth.
"Naughty but nice, huh?"
"God, yessss." She writhed wantonly beneath his touch as she experienced sensations that were both new and delicious.
Simon watched her, and when she began to pant, he could contain himself no longer as his cock was swollen and ready for more action. "I'm going to fuck you now, Lucy. Hard."
She swallowed. "There?"
He smiled. "Not there. Not today. But we talked about anal sex and it's definitely on the agenda. However, we'll start off in the more traditional way." As he spoke he reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pack of condoms, deftly rolling one onto his penis.
Lucy watched him, and the hunger blazing in her eyes was reflected in his own. "Please," she mewled, her body a mass of screaming sensations. "Please." She raised her knees in readiness, desperate to feel him inside her.
"What an impatient little girl you are." He lowered himself into position above her and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. It glided in.
She reached out for him, pulling him closer, and he went in deeper, so deep she thought she would surely die. But there was no pain, just an amazing feeling of fullness. She thrust up her pelvis and made a little strangled sound of pleasure.
Her reactions inflamed his lust and he began to thrust, holding back at first, but when he was satisfied she was moving in sync with him, wanting more, he thrust harder, ramming into her again and again and again this first time, their hoarse cries mingling as he claimed her.
"Does it feel good, baby?"
She rocked beneath him and practically purred. "Mmm," was all she could say.
"Time for a little change of position I think." Simon rolled over onto his back, his cock still sheathed in her tight pussy. "I want my little one on top. I want to see your breasts bounce. I want to see your sopping wet pussy take my cock. I want to see your expression as you cum for me."
His words inflamed her as she bounced up and down on his cock. She was tight and he was big, and she wanted to feel every inch of him. He reached out to stimulate her clit with his finger, tracing little circles... round and round ... round and round ... until Lucy couldn't stand it any longer.
"Cum for me. Cum for Daddy." He watched her face change as she rode the crest and erupted, the force of the orgasm sending her spiralling, her hips rocking frantically. Then his cries joined hers as he ejaculated deep inside her.
Afterwards, he switched off the lamp and cradled her tenderly in his arms. She was special this one. His little one. She was provocative and adorable one minute and
naive and innocent and scatterbrained the next. He liked that. He wanted to protect her, nurture and train her. He kissed her and closed his eyes as she snuggled up to his chest. The frenetic sexual activity had left her sated and sleepy.
"Night night, Daddy," she whispered into the darkness.
"Night night, sweetheart," he murmured, and kissed her brow.
---oOo---
Breakfast was fun - pancakes with bacon and syrup, orange juice and coffee. After they had eaten, Simon made a big deal of cleaning the kitchen table, removing everything in sight. Lucy soon found out why - because she was to be the centrepiece!
She had totally forgotten Simon's promise to shave her, so when he asked her to go upstairs and bring a razor from the packet in the bathroom cabinet, she said, "Why - did you forget to shave?"
"No I didn't," he said, and gave her a wicked look. "And it isn't me the razor will be used on."
"Ohhh! I forgot!" She went slowly upstairs, clad only in her little pink dressing gown and a pair of her favourite animal slippers (big floppy-eared rabbits). The thought of what was to happen made her shudder. She was half excited, half filled with dread.
When she returned to the kitchen, Simon had placed a plastic sheet on the table top, and various items were sitting on one of two metal trays. Well you wanted some humiliation, she told herself. And now you have it in bucket loads!
Simon patted the vacant table top. "Up you get, princess. Shed the gown first."
She gave him an anguished look as though to say, 'Do I have to?' But she knew him well enough to know what the answer would be were she to ask that question. So taking a deep breath, she slid the robe off her shoulders and clambered rather inelegantly onto the table, feeling extremely foolish and gauche.
"That's a good girl. Lay back and raise your knees. Now let them flop open."
Lucy cringed. This was so intimate. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment. He could see everything on display... vagina, anus... all her secrets revealed to his scrutiny. It was so humiliating, yet it excited her beyond belief. Slowly, she did as she was told, and felt even more peculiar when she saw Simon snapping on a pair of latex gloves. Something about that gesture was so darn sexy, but right at that moment, she couldn't say whether she was loving this scenario or hating it. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
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