Her Hometown Daddy

by Rose St. Andrews

  She pulled away. “No, not that, my ass, daddy, give it to me up the ass.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, please, I’m begging you, the ass!”

  He chuckled. “Well, if that’s what my little girl wants, that’s what she’ll get.”

  Spinning her around, Drew pulled her against his chest, his stiff cock practically stabbing her in the right cheek. Before she could even start to reach back to help, he had her cheeks parted and he slid inside her. Lisa squealed. The mix of his large member and the salt water drove her wild. He thrust and drove into her, she reached back to wrap her arms about his massive chest, and they both moaned. Lisa’s jaw dropped; the motion of the waves helping them to rise and rock about drove her further into total bliss.

  “Oh, God. Oh, yes, oh, daddy, yes,” she choked out. “Fuck me, daddy; fuck me hard in the ass. Now, do it now!”

  “Yes… Oh, yes…” Drew growled.

  His hands seized her about the waist, his hips slammed hard into her, and he exploded, his hot load of seed shooting into her. Lisa dunked her head underwater and screamed out her climax. Bubbles drifted about and she was sure they’d scared every fish on the north shore out of their scales. The waves continued to carry them up and down, and Lisa’s orgasm drifted with their motion. When she realized she was running out of oxygen, she surfaced, sputtered, and drew air.

  “Ah, there you are, baby. I was beginning to worry about you. I didn’t want you to drown in a state of bliss. How would I explain that to the authorities?”

  “Oh, but what a way to go!”

  He chuckled. “Well, how about we get going? I think we’ve had quite enough fun in the sun for one day.”

  “Oh, yes, sir,” she said with a smile.

  They waded ashore. Standing among the breaking waves, water dripping from her naked frame, Lisa felt energized, and she was hard-pressed to think of what could make the day any better. Suddenly, she found out. Drew dropped to one knee, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her across his beefy thigh. Smack! Wet hand met wet cheeks. Water droplets flew off and a fiery salty sting shot into her.

  “Ouch! Daddy, what are you doing? You can’t do… this here!”

  “Oh, and why not? If you can run around in your birthday suit for all to see then you can also get a good sound spanking,” he scolded.

  Lisa yelped, her feet and hands beating the wet sand as wave after wave broke against their bodies. Water dripped from her hair, matted and entwined about her face. She kept lifting her eyes to scan the area. If someone saw her like this, she’d die of pure shame. Multiple sensations washed over like the waves swirling about them. She was embarrassed beyond measure, dual flames engulfed her, and the spanks were incredible. Drew’s hand was wet and sandy, the sun warming, and her ass full with his hot cum. Then there was the breeze. After each hard smack, it was like a cooling caress, a light kiss, and it drove her wild.

  “Ouch, ow! Oh, daddy, yes, you’re right, ow! I was naughty, spank me, daddy, spank me good,” she wailed.

  “Oh, don’t worry, baby girl, daddy will,” he chuckled. “I’m going to bake your cute little bottom until it’s cherry red like a bad sunburn. Hmm, did you think to put some sunscreen on your little cheeks? You might get a little toasty from the sun.”

  He laughed harder. Lisa clawed at the wet sand as her back arched and she shut her eyes. She was about to explode. The blast of a klaxon made her gasp and her eyes pop open. Straining her neck, she managed to look behind her. A motorboat was zipping by. While it was rather far out (the waters here were very dangerous, lots of boulders), she was able to see two couples, all twenty-somethings, and they could see everything! That was the last straw. She came harder than she’d ever known. As good as their last session of anal sex followed by a spanking had been, this was a quantum leap beyond that. Her orgasmic scream was almost as loud as their horn.

  “So, have you learned your lesson, little girl?” Drew said, spanking hard and fast through her entire climax. “You got your bare bottom spanked soundly right in front of… all your friends. How does that feel?”

  Lisa’s mind snapped. She knew the people in the boat were not their old friends, but the idea was enough to send her spiraling off into subspace. Her mind and body were aware of nothing but unending pleasure.

  Coming back to reality, Lisa was aware of the blanket under her, and her throbbing bottom. Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she looked around. They were back on the deck of the bunker and Drew was nearly dressed.

  “Ah, there’s my little ray of sunshine,” he said with a smile. “Have a nice nap?”

  “Oh, it was wild,” she groaned, slowly getting up on all fours. “I think I truly fried a few brain cells on that one. How did I get back here?”

  “Carried by me. After your fourth primordial wail, I kind of figured you’d had enough. If not, you were going to slip into an orgasmic coma, and I really didn’t feel qualified to deal with that. Speaking of frying, you might want to cover up before you fry your cute little bottom any more than it already is.”

  Given the level of sting and fire in her ass, Lisa could be sizzled like bacon and she wouldn’t know it. However, she was an island girl, and so she knew he was right. Slipping on her bikini bottom and shorts, she squealed and quickly finished dressing. The ride home was incredibly difficult, even with Drew driving. Every inch of her ass pulsated with pain and even walking into the house was tough. Given her condition, he announced they would forgo the day’s trip to the woodshed. For once, she agreed.

  After a cooling shower (alone), she plodded to her room. Checking out the damage, Lisa was positively amazed. Her poor ass was more than merely red; the sand had left many long thin scratches, which the salt water had inflamed. Also, while not badly burned, she had gotten a bit singed. The sting was like a soft buzzing in the background and it made her toes curl when she rubbed her hands across her tender flesh.

  While Drew showered, she dressed in a nice summer dress, short but comfy, and not tight below the waist. She considered going commando, but felt a bit embarrassed by the idea. She went with her most plain and ordinary white cotton panties. She felt like a contrite schoolgirl. Then it was off to the kitchen to start dinner. She was so glad to be able to stand to do it. Drew only popped his head in once to ask if he could help. She sent him on his way in double quick fashion. He retreated to the cellar to work.

  As the aromas of dinner filled the room and the sounds of Drew creating another masterpiece added to the ambiance, Lisa found a curious contentment filling her, which she found positively mind-blowing. If anyone at college had told her she’d return home, hook up with an old buddy, play house with him, and cook him dinner with a blazing ass (and love every minute of it), she would have asked what they were smoking. Yet, here she stood, and all she could think of was what she could do to make him happier.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She knew what she could do: stay. That issue hung over them. At the end of the season, she would still be determined to move on. She knew what that meant too. Drew would follow her.

  Well, maybe that would work. We can find a nice place somewhere. I’ll get work as a programmer and web designer, and he can do his woodworking. Yeah, and just be miserable. I know Drew. He’s like a salmon or the giant eel birds of Regulus V or a Vulcan. He has to return home or die trying.

  Shaking her head, Lisa tried to put such concerns aside. Time enough to deal with them later. She focused on the food, set the table, and put on water for tea. She knew how much Drew loved a cup of Earl Grey, especially when it was good and strong. By then everything was ready, her cheeks were not throbbing as fast as her heart, which made sitting through the meal easier. Still, the smile on Drew’s face and his hearty appetite were ample compensation for her discomfort.

  Chapter Twelve

  As the meal progressed, Lisa couldn’t help but smile. It was going so well. Drew just kept eating and enjoying everything. It made her heart soar.

  “More tea?” she said, hol
ding up the pot.

  “No, thanks, sweetie, four cups is enough,” he said, waving her off. “Wow, Lisa, I have to say, I don’t know what sort of lessons you’ve had from Ken, but you’re a good student. All of this, everything, it’s fabulous. Damn, girl, you could be a chef.”

  Her lip trembled and she bit her tongue to keep from sobbing. His praise shot a bolt of pure delight straight to her heart. She sniffled, determined not to cry, and nodded.

  “Dre—daddy, you’re going to make me blush, stoppppp!”

  He chuckled. “Hmm, that’d be a switch, your other cheeks getting red.”

  Now she truly turned deep crimson.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, baby girl, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but it’s true, you are one terrific cook. From now on, anytime you want to use the kitchen, you go right ahead.”

  “Thank you, daddy. I’ll try out some of the dishes I’ve learned.”

  “Huh, at this rate I’ll need biggest clothes by the end of summer.”

  She giggled. “I’ll be sure to mix in a good number of lean dishes. I’ll keep you healthy, don’t you worry.”

  He rose from his chair. “Maybe a little exercise will help. I can get to work on the dishes.”

  She rose to stand in front of him. “Oh, no, you don’t. That’s my job.”

  “How about we do it together? Isn’t there a saying about many hands making the workload light?”

  “Okay, that’s a deal,” she said with a smile.

  They set to work. As there were few leftovers, owing to Drew’s hunger, they threw away what little was left and got the kitchen clean and clear in no time. After that, they went to the playroom and baked cookies. While totally awesome, there was something that got Lisa’s pulse pounding. A drop cloth covered a corner, the corner closest to the master bedroom. She chewed her lip. Her man was up to something, she had no idea what it was, and it excited her beyond belief to not know.

  The rest of their evening was quiet until bedtime, when Drew royally screwed her brains out and then put her across his lap once more for some lotion. Considering their activities that day, it was most welcome. He then tucked her into bed, read her a story, and said good night. Lisa slept so deeply, she didn’t even remember dreaming. It was the best sleep in her life.

  * * *

  In the morning, her first order of business was checking her ass. A couple more selfies allowed her to look it over in detail. She had some bruises and scratches, and a light burn, but nothing she couldn’t deal with. In fact, rubbing her hands across her cheeks reawakened that light sting, which made her stand up on her tiptoes.

  Ohhh, what a rush. Opening the bedroom door, she saw no sign of Drew. Hmm, he warned me against self-pleasuring; said the punishment would be super-duper. I’ve just got to find out what he’s got up his sleeve.

  She left the door open, climbed in bed, and rubbed her ass across the mattress as she worked her fingers into her pussy. Her breathing sped up, her skin tingled, and her pussy began to throb. It was working, she was already close, and the threat of discovery only added to her excitement. At this point, she didn’t care if he caught her. Rolling over, she cast her eyes down the hall. Not only didn’t she see any sign of him, there was nothing to even hint at him being anywhere in the house. She didn’t hear any hammering, didn’t feel the floor creaking at his steps, and didn’t smell any breakfast cooking.

  Where the hell is he, outside? No, the exterior work is all done. Shit, maybe he went grocery shopping or something. Well, fine then, I’ll just enjoy myself on my own.

  Rolling about some more, she made a point of truly rubbing her ass into the bed. It heightened her excitement and brought her closer and closer to a climax.

  “Little girl, just what do you think you’re doing?” Drew said out of nowhere.

  Despite lying on her back and having no real leverage, Lisa somehow managed to shoot several feet in the air. She bounced on the bed a couple of times, almost fell off, and then got to her feet and scanned the area. There was no sign of him anywhere.

  “Who-what-where-what? Where are you?” she squeaked.

  “Why, up here on the wall, my dear. Where else?”

  Her heart pounding, she studied the area where his voice was coming from, and gasped as she looked at the wall next to the portrait. Drew’s eyes were gazing at her from two small openings he’d lined up with two knotholes. Click! The wall shifted slightly, swung open to reveal a secret passage, and there he stood. Grinning ear to ear, he stepped out and crossed his arms.

  “Oh… my… God, what is all this?”

  He chuckled. “One of my little additions to the house: a secret passage between our rooms with peepholes so I can spy on you.”

  “Daddy, it is totally awesome, I love all of it! Oh, I bet you’re doing the same thing in the master bedroom, right?”

  He nodded. “Yup, it goes from the master bedroom to the playroom. Now, enough talk, it’s time to deal with my dirty girl. I told you not to play with yourself, didn’t I?”

  “Um, well, I… ah, yeah,” she stammered. “I guess I’m in super-duper trouble, aren’t I?”

  “Yes, you are, which calls for a very severe punishment,” he said, and turned to the passage.

  He picked up several items and turned back to face her. The air shot from Lisa’s lungs. It was rope, her gag, and of all things, a glove.

  “Turn around, bend your arms behind your back so that your forearms are flat against each other, and bring your feet together,” he ordered.

  She did so, trembling from head to toe. “Y-y-yes, sir.”

  He then used the rope to secure her tightly, arms nice and snug and legs together. Then he sat on the bed, put her across his lap, and stuffed the gag in her mouth and a vibrator deep inside her pussy. She squealed as it was solidly nested there by him adding another line about her thighs. There was no way she was spreading her legs now. He whistled a tune, and she watched as he slipped the glove on his right hand and took aim at her bare bottom. She still wondered: why the glove? She got her answer when he started in on her.

  Smack swat whack spank! It was a really intense session. Drew spanked hard and fast, not letting up for one second. She was never able to recover from one smack before the next landed.

  “Ow-ow-ow! Dadddyyyy,” she wailed around the gag.

  “Little girl, I will not stand for you abusing yourself,” he scolded, keeping up the nearly continuous onslaught of smacks. “Know this: every time I catch you doing it, this is what you’ll get—a glove spanking!”

  Lisa wailed into her gag. She was bound and gagged, she was beyond helpless and being stimulated, and it drove her absolutely wild. The spanking was incredible. Wearing the glove meant his hand didn’t get sore, which also meant he could just spank, spank, spank. There was no letup, no respite, she never got a chance to catch her breath or feel the sting ease off even one iota. She heaved and strained against the rope, but it was pointless. Having sailed with Drew since before she could walk, she knew he could tie a good knot. She wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with her, and as his hand just kept spanking away, it was clear that wasn’t going to be anytime soon. Her teeth dug deep into the soft leather of the gag, the tears flowed freely, and she snapped. Multiple orgasms burst through her body in rapid fire action, pretty much in sync with the impact of his hand, and the vibrator just kept humming along. Her head sort of exploded with delight, she sobbed and drooled, and felt her thighs become drenched in her juices.

  When at last he stopped, she lay across his lap, shaking and trembling in pleasurable pain, and it was close to ten minutes before she came down. Drew hoisted her up, laid her face down on the bed, and reentered the secret passage. She watched as the door closed and locked, and she squealed in protest. He’d left her and she was still nicely trussed up and had that damn machine running inside her. A moment later, she heard his bedroom door open, his footsteps in the hall, and then him descending the stairs.

  He’d left her!

 
; She lay there, softly sobbing, and her poor behind pulsated and throbbed in pure fiery agony as sparks of pleasure were forced through her body by the vibrator. She longed to rub and caress her stinging cheeks, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Her nose wiggled. Drew had started the coffee. A few minutes later, she heard him come up the stairs, and then he entered her room. Lisa actually managed to smile around her gag.

  “All right, have you learned your lesson?” he said.

  She furiously nodded.

  “You understand what will happen if daddy ever catching you playing with yourself again?”

  Another big nod.

  “Very well, you can go down to breakfast.”

  He untied her and eased the device out of her pussy. Slowly, her bottom throbbing, she stood. Her hands reached for her tender and swollen cheeks, but he grabbed her wrists.

  “Ah-ah-ahhh, no rubbing until I say. Now, get dressed and we’ll eat.”

  “Wha—? But… I… yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  Slipping on her loosest fitting skirt, panties, and a top, she slowly made her way down to the dining room. This morning, she stood to eat, and it was only when she had completely cleaned her plate that she was given permission to rub, which she did very daintily. Given the terrible ache in her ass, she decided not to go work on the clubhouse. Instead, she went down cellar to help Drew with his woodworking. Here at least was something she could do standing up. She also enjoyed helping daddy with his work. This day he worked on one of his chains, and Lisa just stood and smiled to watch him work. Drew would take a long pole of wood, about five feet long and four inches or so in diameter, and carve it into a chain. Yet, not merely a chain. No, each link was an intricate piece of art: a dragon’s claw, a bird’s wing, and even a small cage with a ball inside it. Oh, that last one was the most fascinating of all to watch him make, as he had to carve the bars, empty out in the interior of the cage, and leave a remnant in the shape of a ball. No matter how many times she watched him do it, she was always amazed to see him finish one of his chains. They were true works of art.