Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  Placing a hand on her back, he finally spoke, “Penny, in my classroom, I expect my students to show respect by giving me their full attention.”

  Whack! The first stroke caused her to gasp, it was so unexpected. The pain didn’t even register until the second followed a moment later. He was slow and methodical, not seeming to have any concern for time.

  “Whether you like the material being presented is not my concern. My concern is your obedience and attention, not your enjoyment.”

  Obedience and Attention were accompanied by solid strokes of the paddle in the center of her bottom. It was nowhere near the worst spanking she’d ever received, but it was definitely starting to smart.

  “Yes Sir!”

  “Next time I ask you a question, I expect you to have the answer for me quickly, correctly, and without hesitation, understood?”

  Four more times, the paddle came down in the center of her bottom. By now, Addi was uncertain she’d be able to sit without wincing, and sorely hoped that he was finished. She had no misconceptions that Daddy was going to overlook this, and the spanking he would supply would be several times what her teacher was dishing out.

  “Understood! I will pay attention and not be sassy and be the model pupil! I swear!”

  He patted her back. “You may stand up now. The other students are waiting at the door. “

  Addi gasped, realizing that he was correct. Everyone was lined up outside. She hadn’t even realized he had locked the door, but was grateful for that small grace. Righting herself, she slid into her seat with a wince and put her head on her desk. It hadn’t been as terrible as she had feared—being spanked by someone other than Mommy or Daddy—and she was extra grateful there hadn’t been direct witnesses, but she was still shy. Everyone knew she had just gotten a spanking! A teeny tiny place in the depth of her tummy liked that, but a lot of her was still embarrassed.

  She could hear footsteps and chairs being slid in and out.

  “Hey. Are you okay?”

  She jumped a little at the unexpected question in her ear. Shyly, she glanced at Damien. “Mmmhmm. It wasn’t too bad. I dunno where my Daddy is, though.” She felt a little forgotten.

  Damien gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure he has a really good reason for taking so long. Maybe he didn’t get the message, or maybe he was in the middle of a session, or maybe he’s off campus.”

  “Maybe Mommy is at the airport and he went to get her.”

  “Yeah! That’s a good reason. Was she delayed?”

  Addi was about to explain when Master Emerson called the class to order. This subject was math, and Addi groaned at first, until she realized he was using spankings for the word problems. She took studious notes this time.

  Chapter 4

  A ntonio waited anxiously at the baggage claim, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. He probably looked like a crazy man, but he was trying to get his emotions under control. His Latin temper rarely came out, but after being stood up three times by his wife, he was ready to rake her over hot coals.

  Finally! He spotted her coming down the escalator towards him.

  “Here!” He signaled, waving his hands above his head.

  She broke into a run, a huge smile on her face.

  “Mi Amor !” She leapt into his arms and hugged him deeply.

  He kissed her back, reveling in her, all of his senses taking her in: the taste of her grapefruit chapstick, the smell of her Aussie shampoo, her full lips flush against his.

  When they broke apart, though, and he could think again, confusion and anger filled his heart. Who did she think she was coming in as if nothing was wrong?

  He wanted to grab her arm and drag her to the nearest family restroom so his palm and her ass could get reacquainted, but he knew that would be the wrong move on so many levels—not the least of which being that it was going to take so much more than a hand spanking to rectify her transgressions.

  He realized he’d been staring at her for a few moments too long when her smile faltered. “Are you okay? Where’s Addi? I’ve missed you both so much!”

  “Addi is where she said she would be, unlike you. She is in the school program at the Castle—you know, that place where we were all supposed to spend an amazing kinky vacation?”

  Confusion clouded Natalie’s face. “Why are you mad? And how is she already there? We said we would meet here and go together. I have the texts from you! October eighth; flights get in at 2:37 and 3:22.”

  His anger faltered. He was certain he’d given her the correct information. “Show me your phone and the messages, please.”

  She pulled up her texts and her face went white. “The seventh? But, h-how did I mess that up? I swear, Antonio, I had no intention of delaying my flight home again! I thought this was when we had agreed.”

  Antonio started to reply and then remembered the gentleman from the Castle was waiting for him outside. “I had to arrange special accommodations to come get you, so we must not make them wait any longer. Let’s grab your luggage.”

  Addi cautiously opened the door to their room and wasn’t sure if she felt relief or disappointment that Daddy wasn’t there. Throwing herself onto her belly on the bed, she screamed into the blankets. Where the heck was he? No note, no messages left with the staff, nothing. She decided that if that was good enough for Daddy then it was good enough for her. She changed into her overalls and decided to go find the ponies on her own.

  The ride back to the Castle was very quiet. Natalie felt awful that she had misunderstood the flight date. She had wondered why the Delta check-in lady had given her a funny look and told her the plane was almost empty, so it was okay to go on through. Now she understood. She was just lucky there hadn’t been any issues with the airline, but at least if there had been, she’d have been prepared for Antonio’s displeasure with her.

  Once at the Castle, someone quickly talked her through the rules and she followed Antonio up to their room.

  He closed and locked the door with a decided look on his face.

  Natalie sat on the bed and scooted all the way back to the headboard. “Now, Antonio, sweetheart. I misread the date. Not most responsible of me, but really, I’ve been so busy with work. And I really am sorry.”

  He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

  She could feel all the blood in her body rushing from her face. Whether her stomach or clit was more excited, she wasn’t certain.

  “You’re not saying anything. Don’t you think we should talk about this?” she said.

  He started walking towards the bed.

  “Antonio! Mi Amor ! You’re scaring me. Please say something.”

  He sat down on the end of the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her towards him. Silently, he pulled off her shoes, slid off her pantyhose and skirt, and unbuttoned and removed her blouse.

  She mutely allowed him to remove her clothing until she was in her matching bra and thong.

  He unclasped her bra, hooked his fingers into the straps, and slowly trailed it down her body. His breath hitched slightly as the bra fell to the floor. His hands grabbed her breasts, bringing each up to his mouth as he roughly sucked on her nipples.

  “Oh god, I’ve missed you, Mi Amor . I never want to go on another business trip again,” she said.

  He finally broke his silence. “Don’t worry, you won’t. At least, not alone.”

  Pushing her shoulders until she was lying flat on her back, he pinned her arms to the bed and began to kiss her body—if you could call it kissing, it was more like marking his territory as he nipped and suckled, leaving hickeys all over her torso, proclaiming, “Mine… Mine… Mine…” as he did so.

  Natalie kept quiet, teetering between pain and pleasure. Her thong did little to keep her arousal from dripping down her thighs.

  When he reached her mound, he removed the miniscule fabric, ripping it and throwing it across the room.

  “I see you followed one of your rules, at least,” he said, looking up at her f
ace and gesturing with his eyes to her baby soft pussy.

  “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I follow the rules?” Even as she said the words, she knew she had disregarded several while she had been alone. Late nights walking back to the hotel alone, not texting at the agreed upon times, not to mention delaying her trip and not communicating well. She knew she deserved whatever was coming, but she sincerely hoped ‘whatever’ included being fucked into next week. It had been way too long.

  Reaching into a drawer at the foot of the bed, he pulled out soft, silky ropes. “Put your hands above your head and clasp them.”

  She obeyed immediately. He tied her wrists together and then fastened the rope to a single brass ring at the center of the headboard.

  Grabbing her under her shoulders, he pulled her to a sitting position and silently braided her raven hair. He was happy to see that it was almost to her mid back now. He preferred long hair, but a concession in their relationship had always been that she could do with it as she liked.

  He placed her braid in her mouth.

  “Bite down. This is your gag for today. If the braid comes out of your mouth, you’ll be wearing a plug with capsaicin to dinner tonight, is that understood?”

  She nodded, eyes wide. This was a new command.

  Removing his clothes, he leaned over her nude body and brought his mouth down to her perfect pussy. Antonio had told her over their entire relationship that giving her pleasure orally was his favorite way to reconnect with her. She was glad that he wasn’t so mad she was going to lose that privilege.

  He expertly brought his tongue in and out of her folds. Her back arched and she closed her eyes as the sensations she had been without for months flooded her body. It took extreme effort and concentration to bite down on her braid instead of opening her mouth to allow her joy to escape. She could feel her clit swelling as he sucked and licked. Just when her pleasure was about to peak, he stopped.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him, almost drunk on the arousal that flooded her body. He stood at the foot of the bed with a tube of KY jelly.

  Natalie was so confused. If he wanted her to wait to come until he was inside her, then she was certain he wouldn’t need lube. The wet spot under her bottom on the bed should have shown him she had more than enough lubrication for both of them.

  But then he flipped her over and shoved her knees until she was kneeling, her head against the headboard, her arms above her head.

  “You have shown very little respect or regard for me over the past few weeks, and I think you have perhaps forgotten whom you belong to.”

  “Mmmph.” She couldn’t even try to defend herself with her mouth filled with hair.

  He reached into the same drawer from which he had gotten the silk rope and pulled out a black leather strop. When Natalie looked over her shoulder, her stomach plummeted.

  “I tried several times to communicate with you, and after a while, my calls were completely unanswered and my texts appeared unread.”

  Shit. She had gotten so sick of his ‘bossy messages’ one night at dinner about a week ago, she had clicked ‘ignore’ on his messages and had completely forgotten to unclick it when she got back to the hotel.

  Laying the strop on the bed, he walked around so she could see him more easily.

  “Yes or no are all I need for these questions. Did you intentionally ignore my calls and messages?”

  She nodded reluctantly.

  “Did you realize that I was uncomfortable with you being gone that long alone in another city?”

  Again, she nodded her head.

  “Do you know that I respect the work that you do and would have gladly hopped on a plane if you had asked?”

  Her eyes flooded with tears, the guilt building in her stomach almost more than she could take. “Mmmhmm.”

  “I am going to light a fire in your bottom that you will not forget for a long, long time, and then I’m going to claim your ass to again mark you as mine. And then you can explain to me why you felt you had to be independent of me. Understood?”

  She sniffed, sure her hair was soaking wet by this point, and nodded. She knew it was going to suck, but she was grateful he was going to clean the slate. She always felt lighter after a deep punishment session.

  Appearing satisfied, Antonio grabbed the strop.

  Natalie bit her braid hard in anticipation of what was to come. Within seconds, a loud crack echoed in the room and a line of fire lit up her bottom.

  Over and over, Antonio brought the strop down on her butt and thighs. It only took a handful of strokes before she was screaming and sobbing into her braid, but the promise of worse consequences and a desire to please her husband gave her the control she needed to continue to bite down on the braid.

  As easily as he had begun, Antonio tossed the strop to one side. “You may release your gag now.”

  She let her braid drop with a shuddering sob. He got her a bottle of water and carefully fed it to her.

  “I am going to fuck your ass now, and it’s not going to be pleasant. Are you okay to continue, or do you need a few more minutes?” He stroked her head.

  “I’d rather get it over with, please. My arms are cramping a bit, but I want to honor the fact that I royally messed up, and take my punishment.”

  Antonio kissed her cheek. “I’m proud of you, minha . You’ve submitted very well.” He leaned over and untied her wrists, massaging her shoulders as he gently pulled them down.

  She whimpered as the blood returned. “Thank you, Mi Amor .”

  After a few moments of massaging, he tapped her chin. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  She positioned herself to give him the easiest access to her anus and waited. In most circumstances, she genuinely enjoyed anal sex. It made her feel taken in a way nothing else did, but she knew that after so long without it and the serious punishment she had just received, it would likely hurt. He wouldn’t do anything to injure her, but she also knew he wouldn’t be gentle.

  Antonio liberally coated his rock hard shaft in lube. It wasn’t that he took pleasure in causing his wife pain, but the sight of her naked body covered in his hickies and welts did give him immense pleasure.

  Putting more lube on his fingers, he worked them in and out of his wife’s rosebud.

  She moaned in pleasure and he smacked her ass good-naturedly.

  “Not supposed to be turned on, love. You’re supposed to be thinking about whom you belong to and what that means.”

  “But belonging to you turns me on.”

  His cock got even harder.

  He shoved it deep into her hole and back out again, over and over, seeming to have little regard for whether it caused her pain or not, though she knew he actually put a lot of consideration into what he was doing.

  She tried hard not to arch away.

  “Whose ass is this?”

  “Yours, Sir!”

  “Whose body is this?”

  “Yours Sir!”

  “When I call?”

  “I’ll answer right away!”

  “When I text?”

  “I’ll answer right away!”

  “When I say to come home?”

  “I’ll book the next flight!”

  He reached around and harshly twisted her nipples as he rammed himself into her.

  She knew this was a punishment. She knew it wasn’t supposed to be fun, but she couldn’t force her body to take the same wavelength as her mind.

  “I’m going to come, Sir! I’m trying, but I—holy fucking shit!”

  She screamed her orgasm at the top of her lungs, and he released at the same time.

  Chapter 5

  A ddi followed the map and signs out to the stables. She wondered if she had misunderstood at first, because everything looked like it was for actual horses. The barns, corrals, tack laying around; it all appeared ready for Black Beauty to take his rider out for a day’s ride.

  She climbed over the fence and plopped in
to the paddock on the other side. Peeking around the corner into the open barn door, she had to stifle a giggle. A man stood in the middle of a row of stalls, completely naked except for a small red bag holding his penis, and a long black tail coming out of his behind. He looked regal standing there. A tall woman fully clothed in riding gear was tapping him with a black leather crop.

  “Stomach in, chest out, head up. You are a majestic stallion and there is no place for slouching in your repertoire. I can’t take you out until you won’t embarrass me.” She tapped his exposed buttocks with the crop. “Canter, Greystone, canter!”

  The man began to trot back and forth down the center of the barn. He let out a whinny that sounded very horse-like as he performed for the lady.

  “Stop, good boy.” The lady fed him a sugar cube as he came back to stand in front of her.

  Addi forgot herself and clapped for him. “That was beautiful!”

  The lady sharply turned towards her. “Come here, who is that?”

  Addi’s eyes widened and she slowly walked into the barn, stopping several feet from the couple.

  “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  The lady walked over to her and grabbed her by the ear. “You’re obviously not supposed to be here, little girl. What is your name? Where are your parents?”

  Addi blinked at the lady for a full second, too shocked to answer right away. “Addi. Ma’am! I mean—P-P-Penny! My name is Penny! And, I don’t know where my Daddy is. That’s why I’m here. He was supposed to bring me down to meet the ponies, but when I got back from school, he wasn’t there. And he didn’t come when the teacher called him, and I got mad and came by myself. I’m sorry I bothered your scene! I’ll leave right now.”

  She tried to dislodge herself from the lady’s grip, but she couldn’t get away from the firm hold on her ear.

  “Oh no, I don’t think a little girl like you should be wandering around all by yourself. My name is Ambrosia Grace, but you may call me Miss Amy.” She let go of Addi’s ear. “Your Daddy must be worried sick about you. Just because you couldn’t find him right away did not give you leave to go off by yourself. Especially not somewhere you weren’t invited in the first place.”