Again, nervousness reared its head and I wondered if it was going to hurt.
“Relax for me,” Ben said softly, and I concentrated on letting myself go. He slipped in a second finger, and I could feel tantalizing tingles of pleasure in my pussy when he rubbed the lower wall. “Okay,” he said, withdrawing and squirting out another dollop of lubricant onto his hand.
“It’s cold,” I said, and he yelped as he rubbed it onto his cock. We shared a laugh, a strange moment of serenity amidst the heated, viscous passion.
A moment later I felt the tip of his cock pressed up against my puckered entrance, and my heart rate quickened, and I began to pant. Slowly, gradually, he began to press himself into me, and as I relaxed and opened up, he slipped inside almost effortlessly, thanks to the lubricant. It wasn’t painful, but I was definitely being stretched. It was a strange feeling, hovering at the edges of pain, just a hint and whisper here and there.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned from behind me, and I heard the quiver in his voice and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he climaxed. I liked that my tightness was already playing on him. We hadn’t even started yet.
My ring swallowed the wide dome of his bell, and after that his shaft seemed to slide easily into me. I felt filled up… completely. He buried himself inside me entirely, and I whimpered as he began to withdraw himself, as he prepared himself for his first thrust.
I felt his hands on my shoulders, steadying me, holding me. He pulled himself out to the very tip before easing himself back inside me, slowly, softly. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair on my bum, and I grinned at the sensation.
Ben continued to move at a snail’s pace. His control was awesome; his care affecting. He eased himself in and out of me, repeating the motions, letting me get used to it. The last time I’d done anal sex it had been rougher, with less accommodation for me. It had been for the guy and him alone. A selfish lover.
But Ben, he was different. He was softer. He knew. I groaned as I felt his hands reach around me and begin to massage my clit. It was hard and large and it flicked in between his fingers as he moved them left to right in a wide, slow circle.
He began to increase the rhythm of his thrusts, and his fingers too. It was an amazing sensation, his penetration just millimeters from being painful, and his teasing fingers sending shivers of sensation through me.
“Daddy,” I panted, feeling myself inexplicably nearing again. “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m going to come again!”
“Come for me,” he whispered, echoing what I had said to him. He continued his rhythmic pace. It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t how I normally got off. But there was something about the mixture of the feelings. I tightened. I felt the pressure build. I erupted for the second time. It exploded out of me and I cried out so loudly I was sure the neighbors on the other side had heard me. As I crested, Ben began to fuck me harder and faster. He drove me through that second orgasm and my legs trembled and my pussy was on fire.
Ben rode me. Hard. Fast. Ferociously.
I quivered beneath his grip. My lips were shaking. I was shouting out my moans without a care in the world.
He began to grunt and groan. His breaths quickened. I felt his body tighten. His hands became clamps on my shoulders.
He thrust into me one last time, hard and deep.
And he came again. I felt his cock twitch massively inside me, and at the same time a long and hoarse groan of pleasure left his lips. He ripped himself out of me quick enough for his second shot to sail over my bum and hit me in the back. His third shot was pasted onto my stretched ring, and he slumped over me, his powerful arms on either side of me, their defined muscularity and vascularity pulsing to his heartbeat.
“Jesus,” he said. I could feel myself still wide open, agape, and slowly my pucker began to contract, began to close.
“Shit,” I said, panting, and I turned in his arms and looked at him. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin and landed on my thigh. It had fallen in slow-motion. And unconsciously I pushed myself against his chest, and he held me in his arms.
We stood like that for minutes before he led me gently to a chair and sat me down in it. “I’ve got to get back to work,” he said, and I could only nod.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby. Make sure you visit as often as you can.”
“I will.”
“Really. I’m serious.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, watching as he picked up his briefs and put them on before walking out of my kitchen.
For the next few hours I sat in that chair and watched him work, tapping away at his computer. And all the while my hands moved rhythmically on my body, rubbing his essence into me.
I was definitely going to visit as often as I could. In fact, I was rethinking the move entirely.
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Spanking Naughty Nikki
By Jade K. Scott
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Chapter One
My stepdaughter, Nikki, was always an impetuous little girl. She was prone to temper tantrums and outbursts even before I met her father. She was ten years old when her father and I married, and she was already a handful. Ever since her mother died when she was five, her father had spoiled her rotten. I mean, I guess it was understandable. After all, Nikki was his only child and she’d been traumatized by her mother’s untimely death.
Honestly, I tried very hard to be kind and patient with Nikki. Truth be told, I spoiled her a little, too. I love her father very much, and thus I also love his child. But it’s been difficult.
Once she turned eighteen, however, she became worse than ever. She must have figured that being a legal adult meant she could behave any way she pleased, but I soon taught her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
It was three o’clock in the morning when Nikki came home drunk. Her father was working the graveyard shift at the factory, and I’d been waiting up for her. I was worried sick, fearing she’d been in an accident or been beaten up by some guy. I pounced on her the moment she entered the door.
“Where have you been, young lady?” I shouted, grabbing her by the elbow and slamming the door behind her.
“What do you care?” she asked broodingly, her words slurring terribly. I noticed the smell of liquor wafting from her mouth as she spoke.
“I have been worried sick, Nikki!” I yelled. “Your father was considering getting off work early to go looking for you!”
Nikki scoffed dramatically. “Whatever,” she muttered with an eye roll, turning to head up the stairs.
“Not so fast!” I growled, tightening my grip on her elbow.
“Hey! Leggo!” she said, attempting to snatch her arm away from my iron grasp. “I’m going to bed.”
“You’re not going anywhere until we sit down and have a chat,” I said. “Come on. March!”
“Hey! Stop it!” she slurred as I drug her over to the couch and pushed her down onto it.
“Nikki, I’ve had it up to here with your behavior!” I shouted, drawing an invisible line above my head. “You’ve been staying out later and later, ignoring your curfew, and now you come home smelling like a brewery!”
“Curfew,” she scoffed, folding her arms in front of her defiantly. “I’m eighteen. I shouldn’t even have a curfew!”
“You have a curfew because you’re proven you’re not responsible enough to live your life without one,” I told her. “While you live under our roof, you do as we say!”
“Fine, then I’ll move out!” she spat.
“Go ahead,” I dared her. “Go upstairs right now and get your stuff.”
“Whatever,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Go for it, girlie,” I challenged her. “Right now. Get your stuff and get out.”
For a second, a look of contrition tightened on her brow.
“But I… I don’t have any money,” she said.
“So? You’re eighteen, right? You’re an adult? You can do anything you want, right?” I sneered.
“God, you’re such a fucking bitch!” she snapped, her breath reeking of booze.
I could feel my face burning with red-hot rage. I gritted my teeth and glared at her, shaking with fury.
“How dare you speak to me like that after all I’ve done for you!” I screamed. “I have put up with a lot from you. I’ve kept a lot of your behavior hidden from your father so he wouldn’t lose his image of his little angel. I’ve been there for you when boys have broken your heart. I’ve given you thousands of dollars of my hard earned money to buy dresses for prom and new clothes for school. And you dare speak to me this way?”
“Oh, fuck off,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
I was livid. Everything I’d done for her meant nothing. She was an insolent, horrid little brat. It was time to teach her a lesson.
“Stand up,” I said flatly.
“What?”
“I said… stand… up…” I repeated.
She rolled her eyes and stood up. She wobbled precariously and put her hand on the arm of the couch to steady herself.
“Pull down your pants,” I demanded.
“What?” she gasped, her eyes suddenly wide with fright as she understood what I meant.
“I said pull down your pants right now!” I shouted.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said. “I’m eighteen! You can’t do this!”
“You have one chance to make this easy, Nikki,” I told her. “Cooperate, and I’ll just use my hand. Otherwise, I’m going for your father’s belt.”
Her jaw dropped, and she stood gawking at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.
“You’ve lost your mind,” she whispered.
I was tired of playing games with her, so I reached out and popped open the button on her jeans. As soon as she realized what was happening, she grasped the waistband and hung on for dear life. I tugged the zipper down and grabbed the waistband. After a slight struggle, I managed to pull the jeans out of her drunken hands and down to her ankles.
Before she knew what was happening, I plopped down on the couch, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her across my lap.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, trying to pull herself to her feet.
I tightened my grip around her waist and said, “Teaching you a lesson!”
I raised my hand high above my head and brought it down against her bottom, hitting mostly panties. I swatted her bottom again and again, but she didn’t make a sound other than her furious indignation as she struggled to stand. I grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her knees.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped. “What are you…”
I slapped her bare ass hard, and she shrieked, interrupting her argument. I continued to slap her butt so hard it jiggled wildly and she began to kick and buck, struggling to get away from my stinging slaps.
“Ow! Stop! Owwww!” she shrieked, trying desperately to escape her punishment. “Stop! Stoooooooop!”
I continued delivering a barrage of slaps to her bare bottom, and she wriggled wildly, trying to escape my grasp. But I held her firmly and continued spanking her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Nikki was screaming her head off, and she was trying desperately to get away. Her bottom was growing redder and redder by the minute.
“Stop! Please stop! Pleeeeeeeease!” she sobbed.
“Are you going to behave?” I demanded, continuing to slap her ass hard and fast.
“Yes, yes! Please stop!” she cried.
I released Nikki, and she sank to the floor in front of me. She covered her face with her hands, but I could see tears squeezing from beneath her fingers, and her ears were bright red from embarrassment.
“Pull up your pants and get to your room RIGHT NOW!” I shouted at her.
Nikki sniffled and glared at me through a curtain of hair. I could see her mascara streaking down her cheeks.
“NOW!” I screamed.
She jumped to her feet and yanked her pants up, rushing up the stairs as she zipped them. I heard her bedroom door slam.
“There, that should teach her,” I muttered.
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Chapter Two
For a few days, Nikki behaved fine. She came home by midnight, was a bit more respectful, and even did her chores without being asked. However, about a week later, she decided to come in late, and she smelled of alcohol. I couldn’t believe it.
When she got home, I was standing by the door with her father’s belt dangling from my hand, and my arms crossed in front of me.
“It’s two forty-five,” I told her as she walked through the door.
“So what?” she slurred. “Kelly and Mandy said I shouldn’t have a curfew, I’m over eighteen.”
I noticed her eyes travel toward the belt, and they widened. I stared at her without saying a word, and I used my fingers to make the belt swing intimidatingly.
Finally, I said, “I’m sick of this, Nikki. I told you, if you live under our roof, you will obey our rules.”
“You know I can’t move out!” Nikki argued. “I don’t have any money!”
“Then you will obey our rules until you get a job and get your own place,” I told her. “That is non-negotiable.”
“I’ll call the cops if you touch me again!” she spat, waggling her finger defiantly in my face. “I’m over eighteen, so it’s assault!”
I reached behind me and snagged the cordless phone off its cradle, thrusting it into her face.
“Here you go!” I challenged her. “Call them! I’ll tell them how you’ve been drinking at only eighteen years old, and how you stole money from me last week. Would you like that?”
Her angry expression softened slightly, and she mumbled, “No.”
“That’s what I thought,” I said. “Now you have two options at this point. One, you get your ass in there and bend over that couch and I’m going to teach you a lesson on what it means to obey your parents. Or two, you get upstairs, pack your shit, and get the fuck out of our house right now.”
“Dad would be really mad if he knew how you’re treating me,” she said bravely.
“Funny you say that, because at twelve thirty, I called him and told him you were late again,” I told her. “I also told him what I did last week, and that it got you to behave for a few days. He said that since you behaved for a while and went right back to your bad behavior, perhaps it was time for a stronger punishment.”
“What?” Nikki gasped. “No! Daddy wouldn’t do that!”
“Nikki, he’s just as tired of your behavior as I am, and he’s worried that if we don’t do something, you’re going to end up in jail or dead,” I said. “Now what’s your choice? Spanking, or moving out?”
She opened her mouth as though she was going to say something rude, but she slowly closed it again. Then she sighed heavily.
“Spanking,” she muttered, her eyes turning down toward the floor.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said.
Nikki reluctantly walked toward the couch, stopping by the arm. She froze, and I waited patiently for a moment.
“Panties down, now,” I directed her.
She lifted her short skirt and grasped the waistband of her panties, her face turning scarlet, but she didn’t pull them down.
“NOW!” I screamed, and she jumped and gasped, jerking them quickly down around her ankles. I added, “Bend over the arm of the couch.”
She complied, and I grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her bare bottom fully.
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“You will count every single lash, and state, ‘As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.’ Is that understood?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she muttered.
“Yes, what?” I snapped.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“That’s better,” I said.
“How many lashes are you going to give me?” she asked, and I noticed a nervous tremor in her voice.
“We will start with twenty,” I said. “Your behavior can raise or lower that number.”
“Twenty!” she shrieked, starting to stand up. “But…”
I pushed her back down and said, “That’s twenty-five. Care to make it thirty?”
“No,” she muttered.
“Thirty,” I said.
“No, ma’am!” she corrected herself quickly.
I lifted her skirt again, as it had fallen down when she started to stand up. I raised the belt over my shoulder and asked, “Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said.
The belt whizzed through the air and struck her ass sharply, and her whole body jerked. She gasped aloud and then shrieked.
“Owwww! One! I will… as long as I… oh… what was I supposed to say?” she asked.
“As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules,” I reminded her. “And the number is now thirty-five. Don’t forget again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she agreed.
The belt sizzled through the air, striking her bottom with a whack! She yowled loudly and began to sob, and I noted a rather angry welt rising up where the belt had struck her ass cheeks.
“Two!” she shouted. “As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
CRACK!
“Ow-ow-owwwwwwww!” she cried. “Three! As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
CRACK!
“Owwwwwwwwwww!” she shrieked. “Four! As long as I am under this roof, I will obey your rules.”
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