Maybe this short lesson in humility will turn Bianca into a better person before she leaves for college—if it doesn’t, then she’ll be living at home for the next four years getting an extended version of it. She can’t go to college unless I pay her tuition, and there are plenty of schools right here in Los Angeles…
I rolled over to the edge of the bed and tossed my phone on the nightstand—next to the hairbrush that I used to spank Hannah after I got home. Thinking about Hannah pushed a smile through the fog of anger and despair that the situation with Bianca created. I was mostly joking when I said the hairbrush could be used to warm her panties—but she seemed to be into it. She called me Daddy and kept her panties on even after I threatened to punish her for it, so she probably had some submissive tendencies. I had no problem exploring them with her if that was her kink—or if she was still trying to figure out what she actually liked. I always leaned towards the dominant side, even if it was dormant for most of my marriage.
Okay, I need to shower and then I’ll check in with Regina…
I walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and brushed my teeth while it was getting warm. I had gotten plenty of sleep, and I didn’t really need coffee to wake up, but I was hitting the point where the lack of caffeine was noticeable. Hannah literally passed out on top of me after we chased our passion until our bodies were spent. I would have moved her to the side if I had the energy to do more than just let my eyelids close. She was lucky that she was so young—if I slept with my legs in that position, I wouldn’t have been able to walk for days. I could tell that I needed to get back in the gym, because there was an ache from the two nights we had shared together, and I was still too young to feel that damn old. After I got dressed, I walked downstairs, made a pot of coffee, and sat down on the couch.
Alright, time to see if the tyrant princess tried to fight back when the sun came up…
Justin: Any issues today?
Regina: No. She came downstairs, gave me her phone, and didn’t say a word.
Justin: Wow. I’m surprised…
Regina: Me too. My nerves are shot. I keep waiting for her to lose her shit, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Justin: Maybe she needed to lose a fight for once. I’ll contact the school and see if I can set up a meeting.
Regina: I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do you think you could pick her up? Maybe you can meet with them before school is out.
Justin: Yeah, I should able to do that.
I shared Regina’s concern about Bianca’s reaction. I had hope, but our daughter had been living outside of the confines of rules for so long that it was hard to believe she could be reined in so easily. I decided to call the school, and the principal took the call personally once he found out I was on the phone. He agreed to meet with me the following day and was eager to discuss anything that I thought was important. He probably wanted another donation, but they already put my name on the side of a building. I would have to direct my donations to a university once Bianca graduated too.
After I wrapped up with the school, I made a call to my accountant and asked him to freeze all of my daughter’s credit cards. He needed confirmation from my ex-wife—which didn’t surprise me since there were so many clauses in the divorce it made my head spin—but I was sure she would agree. All of my personal business was settled, which left me with only one thing on my mind—Hannah.
I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get to see her before the weekend.
* * *
Several hours later
My heart skipped a beat when I saw a car outside of my townhouse and realized that it belonged to my gorgeous Hannah. I mentally prepared myself not to see her—I didn’t like it, but I understood that she had to put school first—so her arrival was a very nice surprise. I greeted her at the door with a long hug—a longer kiss and pulled her back to the couch so I could put my hands on those delicious curves while I got reacquainted with everything that I had been deprived of since she left that morning. She seemed to be in a really good mood and was more playful than usual. That was exactly what I needed after spending the day wrapped up in the emotional turmoil of worrying about the fallout that could come from finally taking a stand against the tyrant princess.
“You seem a lot happier than usual.” I leaned back and smiled. “Good day?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Surprisingly, it was. What about you? Is everything okay with your family?”
“Everything has been calm so far.” I sighed. “Hopefully I won’t get any calls that pull me away tonight.”
“I won’t be able to stay all night, but I wanted to see you.” She leaned against my chest. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay.” I put my hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair. “I was afraid I really was going to have to wait until the weekend this time.”
“I couldn’t wait that long…” She sighed.
“Can you stay long enough for dinner? I haven’t ordered anything yet.” I motioned towards my phone.
“I could.” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned. “But if we have to wait for food to be delivered, we may not have enough time to go upstairs.”
“Well if those are my two options, I definitely choose the bedroom over the dining room.” I leaned forward and started kissing her neck.
Hannah and I made out on the couch for several minutes before I finally pulled away and carried her upstairs. I would have starved for days if it meant that I got one night with her in my arms. My lips found hers as soon as we were on the bed, and I crushed them as I tore at her clothes. I could feel my cock throbbing against the front of my pants. It was begging to be released and buried inside her tight pussy. I broke the seal that our lips formed long enough to pull off her t-shirt, remove her bra, and taste her nipples before our lips were seared together again. My fingers unfastened her jeans and started to remove them while she worked on my shirt. I immediately moved my hand to her panties and rubbed her pussy through them until I could feel her wetness—then let my finger swirl around her clit a few times before I leaned back.
“Are you going to take your panties off for me tonight or do they need to be warmed up a little bit first?” I motioned to the hairbrush that was sitting on the nightstand.
Let’s see if it’s really something she likes or not…
“I didn’t do anything that I should be spanked for…” She exhaled sharply, and her body quivered.
There was a definite reaction…
“Nothing at all?” I slowly traced her clit with the tip of my finger. “I find it hard to believe that a sorority girl is on her best behavior all the time.”
“You didn’t…” She squirmed underneath my touch and moaned. “You didn’t tell me what I would have to do to earn one.”
She definitely has a submissive side—it just has to be coaxed to the surface.
“Maybe we need to lay it out then.” I rubbed her clit a little faster, and she writhed on the bed. “Would you like that? A few rules with consequences for breaking them?”
“I think so…” Her back arched and her moans got louder.
“Does that turn you on?” I moved my finger down to her pussy.
“Yes!” She gasped.
I thought so…
I started teasing Hannah’s skin with my lips while my finger continued to rub her pussy and clit through her panties. There was no denying her submissive nature, even if it was buried behind a wall of inexperience. Maybe she didn’t even know it was there before she felt the hairbrush for the first time, but I saw how wet those ten smacks made her. I kissed and pleasured her as we negotiated on a few rules and the appropriate punishment for them.
I didn’t want it to control our lives, but I wanted to give her a few options so that we could have fun in the bedroom, and fully explore her hidden desires. I also wanted everything to be in her control, so we agreed on ten smacks if she showed up to my house without texting first, fifteen if
she touched herself when she wasn’t with me, and twenty if she conveniently forgot to wear panties that day—those would hurt a little more since she wouldn’t have any protection from the hairbrush.
“What about…” She exhaled sharply and continued to squirm as my finger teased her clit. “What about lying?”
“Lying?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah—if I tell you something that isn’t true.” Her eyes opened slowly, and I saw that her expression was a little more serious.
“Honesty is very important to me. Relationships don’t survive unless both people can be honest with each other.” I pulled my finger away and narrowed my eyes. “Is there something you need to confess?”
“No.” She shook her head back and forth. “I’m sorry—I was just trying to come up with another idea for punishment.”
“Let’s stick with what we have for now.” I nodded. “You’ve already got ten coming for showing up today without texting first.”
“The rules are retroactive?” She raised an eyebrow.
“They are.” I slid into position on the bed and reached for the hairbrush.
“Then I do have a confession…” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned. “I touched myself in the shower this morning.”
“That would be fifteen more…” I nodded. “It’s a good thing you’re still wearing your panties.”
I offered ten, and she asked for fifteen more—the hairbrush definitely woke something up—that’s for damn sure.
Hannah crawled into position across my knee with her ass tilted towards the ceiling. I moved my hand along the edge of her panties and teased her clit with my fingers for a little while longer—not enough to make her come—but enough to keep her excited. Twenty-five was going to be a lot for a girl that was squirming after three the last time she was in that position—I would have to go a little easier on her in the beginning and see how her body reacted. I didn’t want to actually hurt her or ruin the experience before she fully understood what she liked.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I pulled my finger away and patted her ass with the hairbrush.
“Yes, Daddy.” She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “I’ve been a bad girl…”
God damn, that sounds so fucking hot when she says it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow.” She squirmed on my lap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Are you going to remember to text next time?” I rubbed my hand on her ass.
“Yes!” She whimpered and nodded quickly.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Good girl.” I put the hairbrush down and started playing with her clit—ten smacks had already made her panties wetter than being touched through them.
“Oh god…” She moaned and jerked against me—then I felt her body seize up.
I didn’t mean to make Hannah come. I was just planning to give her a little distraction from the sting before I continued her spanking. Unfortunately, she was so turned on from being touched and spanked that her pussy might as well have been dynamite waiting for a match. There was no way for me to stop it from happening, so I just started rubbing her clit faster—doing everything I could to prolong the peak and give her the release that her body craved. I wished I could have felt that one on my cock because it was explosive. I wanted to be inside her a lot more than I wanted to keep spanking her.
“I guess I won’t be able to tease you while you’re getting punished…” I let my finger rest on her clit once the orgasm faded.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t realize that was going to happen until it was too late.” She exhaled sharply.
“It’s okay.” I moved my hand up and patted her ass. “We can wait on the rest of it.”
“I don’t want to wait.” She squirmed against my legs.
One orgasm wasn’t enough to put out that fire…
“If you’re sure.” I picked up the hairbrush.
“Yeah—but…” She exhaled sharply. “I wasn’t wearing my panties when I touched myself, so I don’t think I should be wearing them when I get punished either.”
“That’s going to sting a little more than having them warmed up by the hairbrush.” I raised an eyebrow.
“I know.” She sighed.
“Okay then.” I slid my fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to slide them down.
Hannah’s ass had a couple of pink spots from the hairbrush, but that was about it. Fifteen without that thin layer of protection was definitely going to brighten it up—I hoped she knew what she was asking for. I went pretty light on the first ten because I knew she had more coming. Maybe that was a mistake—all it did was turn her on so much she orgasmed from what I intended to just be a tease.
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?” I patted the hairbrush on her bare skin.
“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded, and when she looked over her shoulder, I saw a smile.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ouch—yeah that stings a lot more than it did through my panties.” Her body tensed up, and she bounced on my lap.
“I told you it would.” I moved my hand along the surface of her ass. “Do you want me to pull them back up?”
“No.” She shook her head back and forth. “I wasn’t complaining…”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” She whimpered and bounced a few more times.
“Almost done.” I patted her ass with the hairbrush.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god…” She exhaled sharply.
“Too much?” I put the hairbrush on the table beside the bed.
“No—I…” She lifted up. “I need you to fuck me—or else I’m not going to come before you’re inside me.”
I broke a record getting my pants off, grabbing Hannah’s hips, and burying my cock inside her from behind. She was right—her pussy was almost at the point of spasming before I even gave her a single thrust. It only took three before another orgasm ripped through her body and started to squeeze my cock. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it felt fucking amazing. I picked up speed and started to chase my release instead of hers—which only seemed to make her more excited. I delivered each thrust as hard as I could—as fast as possible—and Hannah orgasmed so many times it seemed like there were more orgasms than time between them. I finally felt the pressure in my balls—drove my cock deep—and felt the last remnant of her orgasm start to milk me dry. It was intense and explosive—and absolutely incredible.
“Holy fuck…” I slumped against her back, and I felt her knees get weak.
“I think I’m going to be on my worst behavior from now on…” She exhaled sharply, and we settled into the mattress.
I won’t do a damn thing to discourage it either—but I’ll certainly enjoy the outcome.
Fourteen
Hannah
I wanted to stay in Justin’s arms for the rest of the night. I was exhausted from our passion, but I needed to be in bed asleep by the time my mother’s plane landed at the airport. If she found my bed empty, she would definitely lose her mind. The reality was—I might not be able to sneak in another visit before the weekend. I could come up with an excuse to stay out late on Friday or Saturday night, but she would be suspicious if it was a school night.
“Okay…” I sighed. “I really do need to go.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay here with me tonight?” He squeezed his arms tighter.
“If there was any way possible—I promise that I wouldn’t get out of this bed.” I leaned against him.
“You could always just bring your school stuff here.” He released his grip and sat up. “I don’t mind if you need to work on it while we’re together. I could find something to do for a few hours—especially if that meant I got to have you in my arms for the entire night.”
“It’s more complicated than that.” I sighed.
“Yeah, I get it.” He nodded. “Sorority busin
ess…”
“Something like that.” I moved to the edge of the bed and reached for my panties.
God, why don’t I just tell him? I had a chance earlier—but the look on his face scared me.
I got dressed and shared one more kiss with Justin before I left his townhouse. The guilt was definitely starting to eat away at me. I put off telling him the truth after what happened with his family—and I had a perfect opening when I brought up lying as a reason to be punished—but the way he reacted to it terrified me. I was afraid of ruining the moment while I continued to delay the inevitable. The longer I waited, the worse it was going to be, and it wasn’t a spanking that I was scared of. If he had given me that as an option, I would have taken it. I would have confessed, took my punishment, and probably orgasmed before it was over. That was a fantasy. The reality was that it could have brought our relationship crashing down around me.
I might as well be dancing in fire at this point, because I know I’m going to get burned…
* * *
The next morning
Mom’s flight came in on time, and I was fast asleep when she arrived home. She woke me up to let me know that she was there, but I was too tired to say more than a couple of words to her. The company didn’t offer her a job, but they promised to call once they completed a background check. I knew she would pass that, so it sounded like a done deal except for the paperwork required to make it official. She was still sleeping when I got up to get ready for school, and I tried to be as quiet as possible, but it wasn’t enough to keep from waking her up.
“Good morning.” She walked into the kitchen and stretched out her arms. “You made coffee—you’re an angel.”
I think my halo fell off while you were gone…
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