by Maggie Ryan
“Come here, baby.”
She came to him and he helped her blow her nose.
When it was clear, he said, “Kneel.”
Green eyes widened. “But aren’t you going to… to—”
“No, Elena.”
“But you said I’d have to make my penance with… with my bottom.”
He reached out and put his hands on her waist. “Tell me, Elena, what have you learned today?”
“Not to lie and to trust you even when… when it’s embarrassing.”
“Then learn this as well. Sometimes daddies find it necessary to change their minds.” When her eyes widened again, he smiled. “That doesn’t mean that you won’t be making your penance with your bottom someday. It just means that today, you’ll be making it with your mouth.” Not seeing her confusion leave her eyes, he said. “Elena, I don’t want our first time to be one of punishment. There are more things for you to learn, like how Daddy can make you feel very good when he takes your bottom. That is the memory I want to make when I do so for the first time.”
She gave him a little smile and nodded.
“And you’ll be going to bed early tonight, in your own bed, to make this penance a bit more than one you make after a spanking.”
Her smile disappeared but she nodded again.
“All right, kneel.”
After spilling himself down her throat, he took her into the guest bath and washed her face. Then he cuddled her on his lap for a while until he was sure she understood that he considered the atonement made and she was forgiven. Finally, he helped her to stand and carried her upstairs. She went to the bathroom and he washed her face and allowed her to brush her teeth. Tucking her into her bed, he bent to kiss her. “I love you, Elena.”
“I… I love you, Daddy,” she said, her bottom lip trembling.
“Go to sleep, baby girl. Let’s make tomorrow a better day, all right?” She didn’t answer, but nodded, closing her eyes but not before a tear slipped free.
Liam went downstairs and fixed a sandwich but didn’t truly enjoy it without Elena sitting next to him. He stood at the window, looking at the snowman and his little girl, illuminated by the moon. Restless, he decided to marinate some chicken for the next day, and then decided to make a breakfast casserole as well. Sliding both into the refrigerator, he looked at his watch. It was still early. He looked for his book and remembered he’d left it upstairs by the rocker in Elena’s room. Instead of finding her asleep as he’d expected, he heard her muffled crying. She was on her tummy, her face buried in her pillow, her shoulders quaking.
“Oh, Elena,” he said, going to her and immediately pulling her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed against his chest. He knew her punishment had hurt, but he also knew these tears were not due to that. She had felt abandoned and his heart broke a little. Her needs were far more important than his determination that sleeping alone would serve as a lesson. “Shhh, I’ve got you, baby.”
He’d told her daddies changed their minds and he changed his again. Standing, he carried her to his room and pulled back the covers, ready to slip her between them but she clung to him. “It’s okay, honey. I’m going to join you.”
“Pro-promise?”
“Yes, Elena, I promise.”
She allowed him to tuck her beneath the quilt but the moment he’d stripped to his boxers and slid into bed, she pressed close, her head on his chest.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh, it’s all right. I was missing you terribly. Go to sleep, sweetie.” He bent down and kissed her hair and tightened his hold around her waist. No longer restless, he smiled when she sighed deeply and relaxed, the soft sound of her little snore far, far better than that of her heart-wrenching sobs.
Chapter Thirteen
Though it was a bit uncomfortable to sit the next day, Elena didn’t utter a single word of complaint. She’d learned far more than that it was a mistake to lie or not trust her daddy. She’d learned that he would always forgive her, loved her deeply, and was willing to bend. She might not deserve him, but, by God, she was glad she had him.
After breakfast, which was one of her favorite casseroles, full of cheese, potatoes, eggs, and sausage, he showed her how it was possible to pop corn in the metal basket. She’d jumped a bit as the first kernels exploded, but loved the sound as he shook the basket by its long handle. When he poured the popcorn into a large bowl, she began to thread it onto a long string, giggling when he said he’d have to pop more if she kept eating it.
“We bought a big bag, Daddy,” she pointed out a moment before she threw a piece up in the air and caught it with her mouth.
“Well, who knew how talented you are?” he teased. “Toss me a piece.”
She did and when he missed, she tossed more until he finally managed to catch one. “You need practice, Daddy.”
“You need to toss straight, little girl.” He picked up those pieces he missed and set them aside as he popped another basket, pouring it into the bowl and then helping her prepare her treats for the animals by starting another string, but adding a cranberry to his after a dozen or so popcorn kernels.
“That’s pretty, Daddy,” she said, copying him with her next string. Soon the surface of the coffee table was covered with long strings of white and red. “Can we take them out now?”
“No, we’ll do that after lunch and your nap. I want to hike a bit and I’m sure the animals will be more comfortable eating your gift without having to come out into the open.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that,” she said, looking out the window. “But I was kinda hoping I could see some.”
“We’ll hang some closer to the cabin and you have that birdseed to scatter.”
Satisfied with the plan, she joined him for another of her favorite meals, macaroni and cheese with hotdogs cut up and mixed in. “Thank you, Daddy. I know you don’t really approve of hotdogs.”
“You’re welcome. I approve of seeing you eating and enjoying your food. Just don’t expect them very often.”
Sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep as she was too excited about their hike, she was surprised to discover she’d slept for two hours. She could barely stand still as he helped her into her new snowsuit but his “settle down or we won’t go” did the trick.
“How are we going to carry all these?”
“There’s a laundry basket on top of the dryer.”
“We have a dryer?”
He laughed. “Yes, and a washer.”
“Why do you hang clothes on the hooks by the fire?”
“Because they weren’t dirty, just wet, and we don’t need to waste water or electricity when we have a nice fire to dry them.”
“That makes sense. So, where are they—the washer and dryer?”
“I added a small laundry room during the renovations. It’s opposite the guestroom.”
She looked toward the back of the house. “Wow, I didn’t even see it.” Looking back at him, she smiled. “Do you know why you found me in your bed that day?”
“I thought it was because you didn’t like your room.”
“Oh, no, Daddy. I really love my room.”
“Then why were you in my bed?”
Elena’s recent lesson convinced her to be totally honest. “Because I didn’t feel like I belonged in my room… not until I’d asked if you’d forgive me. And, well, I just couldn’t sleep down here because I kept thinking about bears and stuff. I figured higher ground would be safer.”
“You do know that bears can climb trees, right?”
“Daddy! You didn’t have to tell me that! Geez!”
His chuckle followed her down the hall where she did find a new laundry room and the basket. Once it was full of the strings, he put a thermos, a couple of bottles of water, and a few granola bars in a backpack and shrugged it on.
“Ready?”
“Yes!”
Their first stop
was to drape one of the strands over their snowmen’s joined hands. “Even if the animals don’t come this close, it’s pretty,” Elena said, scattering some birdseed as they walked toward the trees. With her daddy beside her, she wasn’t hesitant to enter the woods. He’d stop occasionally, pointing out different tracks, and she’d drape a strand over a bush or low-hanging tree limb.
Coming to a small clearing, he said, “I bet this is where some deer gather. It’s close to the lake.”
She watched as he scattered some of the feed corn on the ground. She added a few strands of popcorn and berries and they continued. Though the snow wasn’t as deep due to the cover of the trees, she began to tire and he noticed.
“Let’s rest a bit before heading back. The lake is just ahead. We can sit there.”
“In the snow?” she asked. “My suit is water resistant but your jeans will get soaked.”
“Not if we knock the snow off the picnic table.”
Elena had completely forgotten about the table and once they broke from the trees and stood before the lake, she giggled. “Good luck finding it, Daddy.”
Liam chuckled. “If I didn’t know it was here, I might not ever find it. But, that taller pile of snow looks like a table to me.”
She didn’t see anything that looked like a table, but wasn’t surprised when he was right. After clearing a spot off the table’s top, he took a seat and settled her on his lap.
“Don’t you ever get tired of holding me like this?”
“Hell no, this is one of my very favorite things to do.”
“What’s another?” she asked, pleased with his answer.
“This,” he said, tilting her head back and kissing her. She was breathless when he released her.
“That’s one of my favorites, too.”
They sat and shared a cup of hot chocolate from the thermos and ate granola bars. “Look, honey,” Liam whispered and pointed to where a family of deer were stepping from the trees and moving to the lake. She watched as one pawed at the thin layer of ice, breaking it so that the others could drink. It was a beautiful scene to witness, and with her daddy’s arms around her, she could have watched for hours. When the buck lifted his head, sniffing the air, he snorted and the others turned and fled back into the trees.
“Did he smell us, Daddy?”
“I don’t think so. He probably just heard something and decided to be cautious because he’s protecting his family.”
“Daddies are really special… daddies like you and that deer.”
“Yes, I believe they are because they are gifted with the most precious thing on Earth. Someone to cherish, to take care of and to love.”
Elena reached up and kissed him. Her real father had been just that… a father. This man, this wonderful man, was her daddy.
“Ready to go back?”
“Yes,” she said, suddenly anxious to return home. Not because she was cold or tired. She wanted to go home and climb into bed, to give her last virginity to the man she loved with her entire soul.
They laid the last few strands as they walked, but didn’t dally as much as they had on their way into the woods. Once home, they stomped the excess snow from their boots and went inside.
“Are you hungry, sweetie?”
Elena shook her head, looking up at him. “Not for food.” She loved the way his smile lit his face and reached his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure. Please, sir, please teach me now.”
He didn’t ask what lesson she meant, like he often did; he’d seemed to read her mind, to know what she needed. “With pleasure, Elena.”
They didn’t bother to go upstairs. Instead, he added another log to the fire before turning to her and removing her clothing. He guided her down to lie on the bear skin rug, and she smiled. The soft fur felt luxurious against her naked skin, the warmth from the fire keeping her from being chilled.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
When he returned, she watched as he stripped and she quivered at the sight of his cock. He was a large man and very well endowed. Still, she trusted him not to hurt her. He could have taken her anal virginity at any time, and she’d deserved to be taken as penance the night before. Instead, he’d been training her all week and had wanted to wait so that this moment… this day would be a special memory for the both of them.
He joined her, pulling her to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You are so beautiful, Elena. Your hair is like the fire, all different shades of red and gold.” She trembled as he ran his fingers through her tresses, lifting one to kiss before bending to kiss her lips. Every kiss he gave her, she returned with passion. His fingers brushed across her nipples, rolling them gently and tugging them a bit harder. Every part of her felt like it was quickening, her blood rushing as he caressed her flesh. Moisture pooled in her pussy and the air was filled with her mewls and gasps of pleasure. By the time he instructed her to lie on her side, she was more than ready.
“Pull your leg up to your chest, Elena.”
She did, the position one she recalled from the day before and her face heated. Again, it was like he knew her thoughts. “It’s all right, honey. It will just be easier for you in this position.”
Nodding, she relaxed and felt his finger running down her cleft, then dipping further forward to stroke along her labia. She moaned as he circled her clit with his fingertip. He pressed his lips against her shoulder as he continued to stroke a path between her anus and her clit, and she understood he was using her own cream to coat her opening. She gasped and arched as he slid a finger into her bottom, then instantly pressed back against him.
“That’s my good girl, just relax. Don’t think, Elena, just enjoy the sensation.” With his kisses and continued stroking, she was ready when he added a second finger and finally a third.
“I love you,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him. “I love you so very much.”
He bent and kissed her, his tongue sweeping across hers until she felt as if she was going to burst into flames like those flickering in the fireplace, heat wafting over her body and heat blooming inside. He pulled back, and she moaned when he pulled his fingers from her, feeling empty. “Please,” she moaned.
“Shh, relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
Knowing he did, she realized that he was reaching for a bottle of lube he’d brought downstairs. Rolling over, she said, “May I?” At his nod, she knelt up before him.
He smiled and she cupped her hand to accept the lubricant he poured into it. She took her time, running her hands up and down his length, loving the fact that he was so hard, so ready and needing her as much as she needed him. Once he was fully coated, his cock glistening with the oil, she bent forward and kissed the tip of his organ. He groaned and gently guided her back into position. This time when she lifted her leg, she felt his cockhead nudge against her opening.
“I’ll go slow, don’t be scared.”
“I’m not. I want to feel you filling me.”
She couldn’t say it didn’t hurt a bit. Even with the stretching provided by the anal plugs, his size made it difficult. There was a burning that increased as he pressed forward and she cried out when he broke through her muscle, her fingers clutching the fur.
“Easy, are you okay?”
“Yes, it just… just burns a little.”
“You’re doing so well, Elena.” He kissed her neck, tightened his arm around her waist, and pressed forward again. She moaned, moving her hand to clutch his, sure he wouldn’t fit. Another moment and she felt his groin snug against her ass.
“Oh.”
“God, you are so tight and so hot.”
“Is that good?”
“Babe, that is perfect.” He began to move and she felt a wave of bliss flowing through her. It was different than when he fucked her pussy, but it was a good difference. The setting, the fire, an animal’s skin providing their bed, making love as lo
vers had done since time began, she moaned with the building pleasure. His movements were gentle and yet this was friction of the highest magnitude. She felt every inch of his cock as it slid along her narrow passage. When he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust in again, she felt like a coil… one that thrummed with the building pressure. When he did it again, she cried out as she convulsed, her pussy spasming and with his cock buried deep, she could feel the walls of her channel tighten around him.
“God, Elena, that is incredible.”
She was too dazed to answer as she continued to quiver, but she did protest when she felt him withdraw after she stopped contracting. “You didn’t come!”
“Babe, believe me, I’m going to come. But you are definitely anal-erotic. Let’s try a different position where I can fuck you harder.”
Loving the sound of that, she nodded.
“Up on your hands and knees, cheek down and ass up and legs spread.”
Assuming the position, she felt his hands pulling her cheeks apart and then his cock at her entrance. She gasped as he entered and blushed when he said, “I love watching your pucker surrender.” The burn subsided as he filled her completely.
“I feel even fuller,” she said, aware of the disbelief in her voice. “Please, please fuck me, sir. Fuck me hard.”
Holding her hips, he began to move and the combination of pain and pleasure was intense. This was different as well. She felt as if he were… claiming her, marking her as his and his alone. He was not only her partner, he was her lover, her teacher, her dominant, her master. She moaned, she mewled, she whimpered and when he bent over her back, his hands covering hers where they clutched the rug and whispered, “I love fucking your sweet little ass,” she wanted to tell him she loved it too, but was on the cusp of another orgasm so could only whisper, ‘yes, yes, yes’ over and over. Their bodies slapped together with each thrust and she coiled tighter and tighter.