As her mind cleared, she found herself cradled in Drew’s arms. He gently rocked her. She sighed and snuggled close, and breathed deeply. Her ass throbbed, but she felt completely calm, totally spent, and in a state of absolute delight.
“Oh, daddy, that was incredible,” she moaned. “I mean, I really learned my lesson!”
He chuckled. “I’m sure you did. Now, you can fix your clothes, check off that act from your list, and go inside to dress for playtime at Uncle Ken’s.”
“Yes, daddy, and thank you so much for this, I feel much better.”
Easing herself up off his lap, she gently slid her clothes up and suppressed a squeal. It hurt! Grabbing the clipboard off the wall, she drew a line through the item as he rose and headed for the door, and then she followed. Drew had included all her naughty acts as a child on the list: climbing through the pipe, the dam, throwing eggs at the neighbor’s house, and so on. He had quite the good memory.
Once upstairs, every step making her squeak, she checked out the damage as she got dressed, once more getting a nice selfie to help remember it. The red slashes completely crisscrossed her cheeks and pulsated with pain. That night, she did not sit at work, not once.
They thus established the pattern of their lives. In the morning, as she had stayed out too late the night before, it was another spanking and time on the stool for her. Afterwards, she helped Drew with his woodworking jobs, they had lunch, and she got another trip to the woodshed. Drew’s schedule was pretty simple: every other day he took care of work, the other days he worked on the house. She also noticed that some of that work took place in her room, but never while she was around. He either waited until she was at work or out fixing the playhouse. He was very circumspect, which made her tingle with anticipation as to what he was planning.
Monday morning she finally got a taste of her new paddle, since it was her fifth night in a row staying out too late. Drew held her across his lap, her right arm pinned, and smacked her poor bottom with that hard piece of wood over and over. The holes truly seemed to allow it to strike hard. She squealed and sobbed, and then howled when she was put on her stool. Lisa worried that the neighbors might actually hear her, but Drew had anticipated her increased volume.
He slipped a specially made gag into her mouth, and she bit down hard on it. If her pain and delight weren’t distracting her, she would have marveled at its construction: a short wooden dowel just the right size for her mouth, grooves for her teeth, and a soft leather covering. Yes, a very effective means of stifling her screams when she orgasmed. And as she sat there—paddled, bound and gagged, and poked and probed—she screamed out multiple climaxes into her gag. She was well and truly unable to sit all day and was black and blue for days and took several great pictures.
Once the morning session was over, Lisa spent a truly wonderful day playing. Drew told her he had a super special surprise in the works, but that he needed most of the day to get it ready. She was dying to know what it was, but she also loved the big lug enough to do as he asked. There were some things she wanted to do out at the clubhouse, and thus she spent most of the day working on it. She even took her lunch with her so she could stay out until almost dinnertime.
It was close to five when she got home, and she was very muddy and dirty when she stepping into the kitchen. Drew was there, a simmering pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove, and he eyed her up and down as she stood by the back door.
“Wow, baby girl, what happened to you?”
“Um, I was out playing.”
“Where, in the Everglades? I don’t think I’ve seen that much mud since we tried to sail that boat we built.”
She giggled. “Oh, yeah, I remember that. Sank like a rock. We never did figure out why.”
“Actually, I did eventually. Not enough displacement. Anyway, we’ve no time for a lesson in buoyancy. I think someone needs a bath.”
“Oh, a bubble bath?” she squeaked.
He smiled. “Why not? Come on, daddy will take good care of his little girl.”
She practically raced to the bathroom. By the time Drew arrived, she was already naked, her slimy clothes tossed every which way. He filled the tub, she got in and settled back, and he gently bathed her. It was magical! Those talented fingers of his massaged her sore muscles, scrubbed her filthy skin, and caressed and teased her breasts and pussy.
“Ohhh, dadddyyyy, you-you-you’re driving me-me-ohhh, God, insane,” she moaned.
He chuckled. “Yes, daddy knows best, eh? Now, you play by yourself for a bit. I need to go check on my sauce and make sure it doesn’t burn, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“What?” she squeaked, sitting up. “B-b-but, daddy, I’m so… close.”
“Now, now, be patient, baby girl. We’ll have playtime later,” he replied, getting to his feet as he withdrew his hands from the water (and her body).
Drying his hands, he marched from the room without another word, leaving the door open, and Lisa grumbled in frustration. She’d been so close. Squirming in the tub, trying to just bathe, her body had other ideas.
Play by myself, eh? Fine, I’ll do just that!
She did so, her fingers causing quite the wave action as she dug them deep into her pussy, her thighs clenching, drawing her digits deeper inside. Up on her knees, she lurched forward, gasping for air, and her body shook in anticipation.
“Little girl, just what do you think you’re doing?” Drew scolded.
“Ah!” she wailed, practically standing straight up in the tub. “Daddy, you-you startled me. I was just…”
“I know what you were ‘just’ and now I’m just going to show you what happens to naughty girls who are dirty.”
He easily lifted her from the tub, lightly toweled her off (so she wasn’t dripping all over the floor), and then got her spanking clean, literally. Sitting on the toilet, he put her across his lap and spanked her soundly, albeit not as hard as he could. After all, her morning paddling had left her rather tender. Still, it stung, a lot. The coolness of her skin was turned to fire, her breasts swung freely next to his left thigh, and she grabbed a towel off of a shelf next to the toilet. Gripping it tight in her hands, she felt bolts of delight slam into her pussy with each impact of his hand, each scattering of the water droplets from her cheeks.
“Ouch, ow! Daddy-daddy, I’m sorry, I’m sorryyyyy, you’re right, I was a dirty girl, and dirty girls have to be spanked hard, super-duper hard-oowwwww,” she wailed.
“Understand this, baby girl; one thing I will never tolerate is you abusing your body. If I ever catch you doing it again… oh, the punishment you get will be unlike anything you’ve ever known,” he snapped, not letting up for a moment.
Lisa gasped and almost climaxed right then and there. He had some diabolical penalty lined up for her. Well, she was going to find out what it was, and soon! For now, she lay there bawling and begging for mercy that she knew would never come. Instead, she came, quite long and quite hard, and with a considerable vocal accompaniment. After that, she was sent to her room to dress for dinner.
Once Drew was back downstairs, she again inspected the damage. Standing naked, her back to the mirror, she took a couple of pictures, and then examined them. Her poor bottom was black, blue, and glowing red. The layers of pain were incredible and she truly thought she could easily climb in bed and masturbate herself to a wonderful climax in about ten seconds. Yet, her body’s other desire overcame that one: she was starving. A day of fun and sexual gratification had left her belly empty, and so she got dressed. Suddenly, she realized her room was different. The wall that separated her room from Drew’s had changed. It seemed, what was the word: bulkier, thicker?
There was also a beautiful portrait on the wall. Lisa recognized it as a family photo Drew and his parents had commissioned a few years back. The original was framed and sitting on the fireplace mantel. It seemed Drew had gotten it enlarged and framed. Lisa stepped over to the wall and studied the picture. It wasn’t merely hanging on the wall,
it was bolted in place. She felt a very strong shiver arch through her body.
What the hell is my man up to? This has got to be part of his secret project, but what is it, what has he done?
“Lisa, dinner,” he called out to her.
She snapped out of her contemplating and returned to the here and now. Her study of the room changes would have to wait. Slowly plodding down the steps, wincing with each bend of her legs, she got to the table and stood there. This night, Drew showed her some mercy by not insisting she sit on her stool. He served dinner, she got them drinks, and they ate.
“Um, so, daddy, I see you finished… decorating my room. Ah, the picture is very… nice,” she stammered.
He grinned. “Thought you’d like it. I’m almost done with the interior work, just the master bedroom to finish, and then I may move in there. We’ll see. For now, I rather like my room.”
Lisa felt her heart and lungs speed up, and tried to control them. “I like you there too; it means you’re close to me.”
“Oh, yes, so very, very close, baby girl,” he replied, and chuckled.
Her back stiffened and an icy thrust was driven into her inner core. “Y-y-yes, sir,” she squeaked.
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of her face and she shivered. Holy fucking shit, I think I’m about to come! Drew is torturing me. He knows it, he knows that I know it, and he knows that I love every bit of it. Life just got very interesting.
Chapter Eleven
Given her long and rough day, Lisa made a point of behaving for the rest of the evening, and was thus rewarded with sex before being put to bed. Drew even gave her an added bonus: he put her across his lap for a dose of lotion and used his talented fingers to bring her to another climax.
Tuesday started out quiet and simple. As she hadn’t missed curfew the night before, there was no morning spanking, for which she was grateful. She inspected her poor bottom, which was rather achy, and found it still a bit black and blue. However, she was able to sit for breakfast. After that, given how much Drew had done for her lately, she really wanted to do something special for him. Over breakfast, she told him her plans.
“Daddy, tonight I’m going to make you dinner,” she said.
“You? Ah, okay. Lisa, don’t take this the wrong way, but your cooking history is rather… dark, as in… smoky, as in columns of black smoke wafting into the—”
“Okay, okay, so I was never Miss Suzy Homemaker! I’ve been taking lessons from Uncle Ken, and I think I can create a decent meal without burning down the house, okay?”
He smirked. “Yes, okay, I’m sorry, baby. Sure, you go right ahead and make dinner.”
“I also want to give you a day of simple fun.”
“Simple fun?”
“Fun like we had as kids,” she explained.
He slowly nodded. “Ah, okay, I get you. Well, I do have some jobs to finish.”
“Drew, please, let me do this for you,” Lisa begged. “You’ve done so much to make me happy, made my fantasies real, let me give something back.”
“Okay, Lisa, you got it. The day is yours. What do you want me to do?”
“Get your suit on, grab a towel, and leave the rest to me,” she said gleefully.
Drew headed up the stairs, and Lisa’s heart felt the same: elevated. She was practically walking on air as she drifted about the kitchen. She filled a picnic basket with a nice big lunch, everything she knew Drew loved, and then got her suit on (with her snug little shorts too). Then it was outside to his cart.
“Where to, m’lady?” he said, sitting behind the wheel.
She waved him over to the passenger seat. “You can start by getting out of my seat. I’ll also be your chauffeur today.”
Drew grinned and slid over. “My, my, aren’t I just the most pampered one today?”
She shot a sly look right back at him. “My man, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
They were off. Lisa zipped along various back roads, some she barely remembered, and yet she knew exactly where she wanted to go. It took nearly twenty minutes, but they eventually arrived at the place: Beach Plum Point, the northern tip of the island, and quite possibly the most inaccessible spot in the area.
“Holy crap, Lisa, you sure know how to rattle the old memory box. I haven’t been here since… ah, what, graduation?”
She grabbed the basket and headed out onto the wide windswept beach. “Really, you haven’t brought any of your lady friends here for skinny-dipping and… ahem?”
Drew blushed. “Ah, well, um, we went other places.”
“Really? This is the best spot.”
“Yeah, but it’s also the windiest, and the girls were all…”
“Ah, I get it, mainlanders. Their blood was too thin for our brisk summer breezes. Were there many girls, Drew?”
“No, not at all,” he replied, his eyes down as he swirled his big toe in the sand. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “You?”
Now it was her turn to blush. “Not for me either.”
“Guess our hearts were already taken.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, enough of this mushy stuff. Come on, we’re here to have fun!”
Stripping down to their bathing suits, they took off across the coarse sand to the bunker. It was yet another joy of childhood. Back during World War II, when a Nazi invasion seemed imminent, concrete bunkers had been built along the island’s north shore. After the war, the armaments had been removed and the bunkers abandoned. Over the years, most had crumbled away and slid into the sea, but not the command bunker and it had become a play place for the island children.
Lisa dashed in the south opening, the huge metal doors long since gone, and climbed the concrete steps to the deck. She turned as she heard Drew coming up behind her.
“General, you ready to repel the invasion?” she said.
He smiled. “With you at my side, captain, I could take on the world. You man the machine gun, I’ll take the mortar.”
She gave him a sharp salute. “Yes, sir.”
It was amazing, but their old ‘weapons’ were still there: PVC pipes that they’d glued together to form all manner of items for their war games. They both armed themselves; Lisa grabbed the ‘binoculars’ and scanned the open waters. She would have loved to climb to the old crow’s nest, but the metal tower had long since collapsed due to rust.
“I don’t like it, captain; it’s too quiet out there. See anything?”
“No, sir, I… wait a minute. We’ve got landing craft at forty degrees heading for the beach!”
“Sound the alarm. Alert the other bunkers, and prepare for battle.”
After that, the battle raged on into the late morning. Later, they lay next to each other on a blanket and enjoyed lunch atop their battered and bloody fortress, once they’d been victorious on the field of battle. The sun, high in the clear sky, warmed them while the onshore breeze cooled them. It was a nice balance.
“So, was this a good day, daddy?”
“Baby girl, it was the best! I haven’t had fun like this in years.”
She hugged him. “I’m glad,” she said, and cast her eyes about the deck. The twisted remnants of the tower littered the area. “Damn, how did we survive our childhood? This place is a virtual deathtrap.”
“Ah, we didn’t know any better. Ignorance is bliss, right? So, you ready to head home?”
“We have one last bit of fun to engage in,” she replied with a grin, and slipped off her bikini top.
Drew’s eyebrows went up. “Oh, an al fresco moment, eh? Nice!”
He slipped off his suit faster than Lisa thought possible and then their bodies blended together. Their lips played across each other as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts while caressing her butt, then rubbing the back of her neck while removing her bikini bottom. He was good!
An idea came to her. She grinned and pulled free. “Not so fast, daddy. If you want the prize, you have to catch me!”
She giggled at his confused expression, got to her fee
t, and bolted down the steps. Running all-out across the warm sand, she looked back to see if he was following. The big dope was still standing on the deck area.
“Lisa, what are you doing? You can’t run around naked in public! Someone might see you.”
“You want to do something about it, come get me,” she replied with a smile.
She took off, the wind whipping her hair about, her heart and lungs bursting with childish glee, and her skin positively on fire. The feel of the sun, the kiss of the air on every inch of her body was like a bolt of lightning to her soul. Looking over her shoulder, she got a real boost. Drew was hot on her trail and he had not put his suit back on. She smiled. It made her so happy to see him getting into the spirit of the fun. Turning for the water, she scampered through the rough waves and dove in. She swam hard and fast for a moment, surfaced, and looked around.
Drew was nowhere to be seen.
What the hell? Where did—whoa!
Lisa squealed as a hand wrapped about her ankle and she was momentarily yanked under. When she surfaced, she blinked and looked around, and there was Drew.
She splashed him. “You big meanie, you scared me.”
“It’s the least you deserve, little girl,” he playfully scolded. “You just about gave me a heart attack prancing around like that.”
“Hey, I don’t prance. So, now that you’re here, what are you going to do?”
Pulling her into his arms, he grinned at her. “Well, for starters, this!”
Lisa squealed into his mouth as he kissed her. His nails were digging into her cheeks. They floated about, carried by the surf, and caressed by each other and the gentle swirling of the ocean. Drew moved them closer to shore so he could set his feet in the sand. His hands caressed her thighs, forcing them apart. Lisa felt his cock brush between her legs.
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