My Bully’s Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Is everything okay?” I sat up in bed.

  “It was just a fucking mess.” He exhaled sharply and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “You can talk about it if you want.” I slid closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

  “My ex-wife has just never been much of a parent.” He shook his head back and forth. “Now that I’m gone, it’s coming back to haunt her.”

  I felt tension in Justin’s shoulders, so I slid into position behind him and started to massage them. I didn’t mind if he was too stressed to actually do anything more than lay down next to me and let me sleep in his arms. My problems always felt so small when I was with him. He was dealing with real stuff—I was dealing with high school drama. The two were as different as they could be. I just wished the lie wasn’t hanging over our heads.

  “That feels good.” He sighed and leaned forward.

  “You have a million knots.” I pushed my finger against one of them and tried to massage it out. “Am I even doing it right?”

  “You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” He chuckled under his breath.

  “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” I gave his shirt a gentle tug. “I bet it would feel a lot better…”

  “You just want me out of my shirt.” He chuckled a little louder and started unbuttoning it.

  “Maybe…” I grinned and helped him pull it off.

  There was no way for me to massage all of the knots out of his back. I figured he had a few that were put there by his ex-wife—I decided to name them Regina in my head, but I didn’t say it out loud to him. The others had a name too, but I couldn’t remember if he ever actually told me his daughter’s name—I still hadn’t even asked him his last name, so that was probably a better place to start than his firstborn. I never thought I’d be the girl that lost my virginity to some guy that hadn’t even shared his full name with me—but it didn’t seem important at the time. I made a mental note but didn’t want to ruin what we had. If nothing else, I could look at some of the mail downstairs and figure it out myself.

  “Thank you.” Justin reached up and put his hand on mine. “That really helped.”

  “Do you want to get a drink now that you’re here for the evening.” I leaned my chin against his hand.

  “Not yet.” He let his head rest against mine. “I want something else first…”

  “I guess I can get on my knees again if you really want me to.” I grinned and pressed my lips to his hand.

  “That was incredible, but I want something else right now.” He turned on the bed. “Why are you still wearing panties? That’s the one thing I told you not have on when I got back…”

  I was almost fully dressed—I barely got stripped down to these. I guess I’ll have to improvise…

  “I don’t know.” I grinned and bit down on my lip. “Maybe I was hoping Daddy would punish me…”

  “Well now I have to.” He tilted his head slightly. “I believe that hairbrush I bought you is still on the coffee table downstairs.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded.

  “Go get it.” He motioned towards the door.

  I gave him one more glance to see if he was serious, but he didn’t give me any indication that he wasn’t. I was mostly joking about the punishment—I didn’t want him to actually hurt me. I hoped I hadn’t bitten off more than I could chew. I slid off the edge of the bed, walked down to the living room, and found the hairbrush on the coffee table where I left it that morning. He did threaten to use it on me when we picked it out at the store—it was possible that he was into that sort of thing. I tapped it on my palm a couple of times and could tell that it would probably sting if he used it with any sort of malice. I had never actually been spanked before, but I tried to keep an open mind as I walked back up the stairs. There were a lot of things I had never tried before I met Justin.

  “Here it is.” I walked into the bedroom and held the hairbrush up.

  “Give it to me.” He extended his hand.

  “Okay.” I felt a lump rising up in my throat when I handed it over.

  “Alright.” He slid to the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard and put the hairbrush down beside him. “Lay across my lap.”

  “You’re not—actually going to hurt me, are you?” I tried to swallow the lump that was getting a little bigger.

  “I’m going to give you what you deserve.” He narrowed his eyes, but I saw a hint of a smile on the edge of his lips. “I told you that you were going to get punished if you didn’t have your panties off when I got back.”

  “Yeah…” I nodded, but the worry didn’t go away.

  I decided to trust him, even though I was nervous. He hadn’t done a single thing to hurt me since he picked me up on the side of the road. It seemed a little late for him to suddenly morph into a monster. I would have gotten my panties off before he got back if I had a few more seconds—and it seemed like I was going to have to pay a price for that. I crawled across the bed and stretched across his lap. He shifted on the bed and positioned me so that I was bent at the waist across his thigh, and my ass was at an angle towards the ceiling. His fingers moved along my inner thighs and against the edge of my panties before he finally reached for the hairbrush.

  “Now, how many should you get…” He patted my ass with the flat side of the hairbrush.

  “Um—one?” I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “I think you need more than one.” I chuckled under his breath. “How about ten—that should be enough to warm your panties up.”

  “Okay…” I felt the lump returning, but I forced it down.

  “Maybe next time you’ll remember to take your panties off when you’re supposed to.” He put a hand on my waist and pulled me closer.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow…” I squirmed on his knee. “That stings.”

  “It has to hurt a little bit; otherwise you won’t learn your lesson.” He rubbed the hairbrush against my panties and lifted it again.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  It does sting, but it’s strangely—pleasurable. It’s definitely making me wet…

  “Almost done.” He patted my ass with the hairbrush and lifted it.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Did you learn your lesson?” He put the hairbrush down on the bed.

  “Yes…” I whimpered and sighed.

  “Are you sure?” He put his hand on my ass. “Your panties are still on.”

  “They’re coming off!” I reached to my waist and started sliding them down.

  I squirmed my way out of my panties, and Justin slid his hand between my thighs. He rubbed my clit with his thumb and started to push his index finger into my pussy. The hairbrush might not have delivered much punishment, but it definitely turned me on. He got me really close to an orgasm before he finally pulled his hand away and lifted me off his lap. I straddled his legs and immediately started to unbuckle his belt. I needed him inside me. He had gotten so close that the desire was burning me up. As soon as I got his pants down far enough to pull his cock over the top of his boxers, I lifted up and guided his cock towards my pussy. I descended on his length and moaned when I felt him go deep.

  “I might have to use that hairbrush on you more often…” He groaned, and his head rolled back against the headboard.

  “I wanted you long before I got spanked.” I moaned and started to bounce on his cock.

  It didn’t take much for the pressure to start building. The hairbrush might have lit the fire, but his fingers stoked it—and I needed to come. He squeezed my hips and moved his arms in motion with my body. I liked being on top—I could keep his cock against my g-spot the entire time and just move my hips to make him moan. It wasn’t the same as having him slam his cock into me until I orgasmed so many times my head spun, but it felt really good. I bounced on his length a few times and then just started to ride him—moving my hips faster as the pressure got stronger. I was so close I could feel my pussy trying to spasm. T
he need was turning into desperation. I felt him throb, and when that throb made contact with my g-spot, it finally triggered the orgasm that was begging to be released.

  “Oh god, I’m gonna come!” I threw my head back.

  My body shook as the orgasm seized control. I struggled to keep my hips moving once it peaked. Justin started to lift up and drive his cock into me. That felt—fucking amazing. I finally managed to start moving my hips again once the peak of the orgasm started to fade, but another one was already building. I wasn’t going to be the only one that tasted bliss when it ripped through my body. I could feel him throbbing and pulsating inside me. He was really close too. It felt like our bodies just melted together and turned into pure euphoria. The second orgasm made my pussy spasm on his length—then I heard a few grunts as he drove his cock into me as hard as he could. It took a few quick upward thrusts into my orgasm for his release to begin. He let me slide down his shaft and held me there while he unloaded inside me. I moved my hips until I milked the last drop of his seed and then slumped forward.

  “That was good…” I leaned against his chest and sighed.

  “Your pussy always feels amazing to me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Don’t go anywhere yet—I’m not done.”

  I couldn’t move right now if I tried.

  * * *

  The next morning

  I woke up before Justin did, and the first thing I noticed was that my legs were cramped. We chased our passion so many times that I literally passed out from exhaustion while I was straddling him. I rolled to the side and stretched my sore legs out. My left one was partially numb and my right one just ached. I bent and twisted them until the feeling returned and slid to the edge of the bed. The alarm clock on the table confirmed that I needed to get up—whether he was awake or not. I would have loved to stay in bed beside him, but I didn’t want to be late for school. He finally started to stir once my feet hit the floor.

  “Morning already…” He blinked a couple of times.

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “I hate to go, but I need to get ready for school.”

  “I should have bought you more clothes.” He rolled to the side and reached out for me. “Five more minutes?”

  “I guess I could stay a little longer.” I smiled and crawled into his arms.

  “Will I get another surprise visit from you tonight?” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Or will I have to actually wait until the weekend this time?”

  “I don’t know.” I sighed. “Let me see how things go with school…”

  And my mother—I definitely won’t be able to spend the night with him once she gets home.

  There was no reason for Justin to get up or fix coffee—especially since he planned to go back to sleep as soon as I was gone. I could wait until I got to my house to take a shower. It would be easier anyway since I had conditioner for my hair and a blow dryer. I stayed in Justin’s arms a little longer than five minutes, and then we kissed before I pulled away. I quickly gathered my clothes, put them on, and walked down to the bottom floor of his townhouse. I was about to leave when I remembered my book bag was still in the dining room, so I grabbed it before I headed to my car.

  I drove back to my house and got ready for school—which included a few extra minutes in the shower when I started thinking about Justin. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but he had definitely woken something up inside me. That hairbrush turned me on in a way that I never expected. I was definitely going to have to find a way to bring out the Daddy in him the next time we were together, but that wasn’t likely to happen until the weekend.

  Before I left for school, I decided to check Facebook. I didn’t have any new messages from my mother, but there was a green light beside her name, so it looked like she was online.

  Hannah: Hey! Good morning! I hope everything goes well today. Have a safe flight if I don’t talk to you before you’re in the air!

  Mom: Thank you! I’m getting ready to head to the office now. I probably won’t get home until you’re in bed.

  Hannah: Late flight?

  Mom: Yeah, I already got an email from my potential new boss this morning asking if I would stay a little later than we discussed yesterday. Luckily, the airline had a flight that could accommodate his request.

  Hannah: They’re definitely going to offer you the job if they’re already asking you to work late!

  Mom: I hope so! Have a good day at school!

  Hannah: Thanks…

  I wasn’t going to have a good day at school. Those didn’t exist—I was on my way to Bradford Academy where I would be nothing more than property to Bianca and her coven of heartless bitches. I still couldn’t believe there was a chance I would have to stay behind if my mom got the new job. That was what I had been waiting on to save me from the Bradford Elite. If there was no salvation, and God didn’t have any miracles, then the only choice I had was to find a way to get rid of the video Bianca recorded. It wouldn’t stop them from tormenting me, but at least I wouldn’t have that hanging over my head until graduation. The only good thing about the day was that if my mother’s flight was going to be later than she originally planned, then I might be able to sneak in a quick trip to Justin’s house after school.

  The one good thing in my life right now—sitting beneath a dark cloud that my lie created.

  “Hey!” Candice came walking up to me as soon as I walked through the front doors of the school. “Something crazy is going on!”

  “What do you mean?” I stared at her in confusion.

  “Bianca turned in her pom-poms! She quit the squad!” Candice grabbed my arm.

  “What?” I blinked in surprise. “Why?”

  “I don’t know.” Candice let go of my arm and shrugged. “Something has to be going on.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m pretty sure cheerleading and tormenting people are her only two joys in life—hopefully she didn’t quit the squad so she could devote all of her time to torturing people.”

  Like me…

  It was really bizarre day at Bradford Academy. I saw Amy and Jillian near their lockers after my second period class was over, but I didn’t see Bianca anywhere in sight. The two of them never went anywhere without their queen. I walked up to my locker, and they didn’t even look at me—it was almost like I had stepped into some kind of reverse Twilight Zone. Whatever they were discussing seemed to be more important than me, so I made my way to my next class before the situation changed. Candice filled me in on some of the gossip when she sat down next to me in third period. The rumor mill was definitely turning. If they were to be believed, Bianca didn’t even drive herself to school—she was dropped off by her mother. The official story was car trouble, but people were speculating that there was more to the story—especially after she quit the cheerleading squad.

  “I saw Amy and Jillian in the hallway, but there was no sign of the queen.” I shrugged. “Maybe she’s just sick or something.”

  “I don’t even think a virus would be brave enough to fuck with Bianca.” Candice shook her head and laughed.

  “That’s probably true.” I rolled my eyes. “Either way—if she’s distracted with something else, then this may end up being the best day of school I’ve had all year. The only thing that would make it better is being able to delete that damn video…”

  “Did you think about what we discussed?” Candice raised an eyebrow.

  “I did.” I nodded quickly. “If we’re going to do this, we have to get her phone while it’s unlocked—the only way to do that is to literally take it out of her hand while she’s using it.”

  “Then keep it long enough to delete the video…” Candice sighed.

  “And wipe it out of her cloud.” I nodded again.

  I only had one class with Bianca, so I was anxious to see if she actually showed up since I hadn’t seen her all day. Her seat stayed empty until a couple of seconds before the tardy bell rang. She looked—a little disheveled, and her natural swagger was noticeably absent
. She normally walked into a room like she owned it. Instead, she walked in with her head down and her shoulders slouched forward. As soon as she sat in her seat, she sank down in it and pulled her arms close to her body. The two students that sat on either side of her usually got a taste of her wrath, but she just completely ignored them—she didn’t even look towards the back of the room to give me an angry stare down like she usually did.

  Something is definitely wrong with her—but what could it be?

  Thirteen

  Justin

  I slept later than normal, so the first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone to see if I had any messages from my ex-wife. The screen was blank, so I assumed that was a good sign. I really hoped that she hadn’t caved in once she recovered from the shock of what happened to her the night before. The tyrant princess needed to learn a little humility and losing everything that defined her was the best way to do it. I seriously considered taking her out of Bradford Academy too but being stripped of her privilege was harsh enough. If she was terrorizing other students and videoing it like my ex-wife said, then she deserved to have to face them with her crown shattered. A little poetic justice was all I could really offer them.

  I was pretty confident that I would feel like I owed the other kids a whole lot more than poetic justice after I talked to Bianca’s teachers and the Principal of Bradford Academy. We donated so much money to the school that they would never come to us with a problem, but if I gave them an open forum to air their grievances—there would probably be some horror stories. I had to hear them though. I needed to make sure they understood that they could call me if there was a problem and encourage them to do so. I was opening that line of communication way too late, but it would have been pointless when my ex-wife was dropping atom bombs on every attempt I made at parenting our daughter the right way.