by Piper Stone
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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Millionaire Daddy
By
Piper Stone
Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone
Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone
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Stone, Piper
Millionaire Daddy
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Chapter One
A hard spanking. The belt. Maybe a thick wooden paddle. A switch cut from the shrubs located outside of her apartment. Smacking her ass, the tops of her thighs, even her pussy. That’s exactly what she needed. Jenna Parker’s hands were shaking. Why was she thinking about this now? Oh, yeah, because she’d had the nerve to ask her soon-to-be-tossed-out-the-door boyfriend if he’d consider spanking her on a regular basis. After his laugh, the pointing finger, she’d bothered to ask him to come with her to a single event. One time. His answer?
“No, I’m not coming with you. I have better things to do. By the way, I never knew how sick you were. Disgusting.”
The ugly words reverberated in the back of her mind. Fine. She didn’t need him. At the rate she’d been going through the various men in her life, she was destined to be alone.
For the rest of her life.
Coerced into attending one hot barbecue. Fantastic. Maybe. Jenna groaned as she eased out of her car, smoothing down her dress and trying not to glare at the quaint house with the beautiful landscaping, including perfectly positioned lighting lining the stone walkway. She closed the door and hesitated, trying to convince herself that attending the party was going to be fun. Unfortunately, she was without a date, the concept a perceived requirement among her friends. Her pseudo boyfriend had decided to attend a golf outing with his buddies, leaving her in the lurch at the last minute.
Asshole.
Cursing wasn’t going to do any good or put her in a better mood. Rolling her eyes, she plastered on a smile as she headed toward the front door. Her best friend and the girl who’d introduced her to bar top dancing was off the market, having found and married the love of her life. Sure, Mark was a good guy, sexy as hell and built in all the right places. He also had a damn good job as an attorney for an up and coming firm in town. Jenna envisioned two perfect children in their future and a Golden Retriever waiting to greet them every night.
Meanwhile, she had nothing.
Okay, so grousing wasn’t going to get her anywhere either. She was a fabulous catch and it was just a matter of time before some hot guy figured that out. But then? Right. They’d figure out she was from the wrong side of the tracks and dump her like the rest of the holier than thou assholes she’d allowed into her life. Hold your head high, girl. You are something special. The mantra wasn’t working today.
She studied the various vehicles parked along the street in front of Camie’s house, recognizing at least four. As she walked toward the front door, she realized that every single one of her friends from high school and college were either already married or engaged. In fact, she had a closet full of bridesmaid dresses, frilly bullshit she’d never be able to wear again, but a constant reminder that she was all alone. The ugly dresses had almost broken her limited bank account. And with every wedding, there’d been promises of meeting the ‘right’ guy. There wasn’t such a dude on the planet.
“Stop it,” she whispered under her breath and tapped on the front door. She waited, not so patiently as she scanned the street, her thoughts drifting to the current flavor of the month. Steve was an okay guy, even though he enjoyed tossing out that he was a ‘younger man.’ Right, by a single year. He’d never be the one, especially since her idea of the perfect man had the word ‘domination’ attached.
Something wicked this way comes.
Why was she thinking in movie metaphors?
Jenna brushed her hand through her hair and knocked again. A raucous laugh drew her attention to the back of the house. Everyone was partying on the deck, or by the recently installed pool. Her mouth pinched, she headed toward the back, making certain she didn’t step on any of the colorful flowers or perfectly pristine shrubs. Camie had landed herself the kind of husband every woman searched for. Good-looking, friendly, funny, and on his way to being rich. As she rounded the corner of the house, her eyes sweeping the expansive pool decking, she was forced to remind herself that she was just as successful as the rest of her friends.
Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
Her nasty little voice was at it again, a constant reminder of her shortcomings. She had a great job, even though she was just an administrative assistant for a large corporation. Still, the benefits were fantastic, and she had the ability to move up—at some point. When she paid her dues. However, at almost twenty-seven, the self-doubt that she’d ever find the right man had taken a firm hold. She wanted a family more than anything.
“There you are.” Her best friend in the world sauntered toward her, her usually coiffed hair in disarray.
Camie gripped her arm the second Jenna walked through the gate. “I thought you’d never get here. What a day.”
“You seem exasperated.” Jenna kept her fake smile as she was led toward the massive deck. Everything was far too vibrant from the colorful poolside chairs to the string of balloon-style lights hanging over the turquoise blue water.
“I can never seem to get everything done in time. You know my schedule and you know how Mark is. Perfect.”
“And you’re not?” Jenna gave her a squeeze, genuinely glad to see her.
“Not according to my perfect husband. Let’s get you a drink. Dani and Maggie are here. Shelia is on her way.”
“Great,” Jenna muttered under her breath. She’d be forced to compare notes about how well life was going.
“Oh, come on. We haven’t been able to party in almost a month. I called you twice.”
Jenna shrugged. “Just work is keeping me busy.”
“All work and no fun, girl. Even I manage to get away from my job from time to time. Where’s pretty boy?”
She shook her head as Camie led her toward the makeshift bar, situated less than ten feet from a sparkling stainless-steel grill that no doubt cost more than her monthly rent. Camie had never liked Steve, likening the dark-haired God wannabe to a doorstop. “He’s not coming. Golf thing with his buddies.” Jerkoff. Asshole. Creep. The words rushed into the back of her mind.
“Figures. Have you ever noticed he never attends any of our parties? Why don’t you get rid of him? Seriously. He’s not your type. In fact, he’s a loser. Wine or beer?”
“You’re right. He is a loser. Beer, I guess,” Jenna said under her breath. No, Steve had a dislike for her friends, calling them needy, among other things. Another source of their
disagreements. She smiled as Mark walked closer. As usual, Camie’s husband was dressed to the nines even for a pool party. No doubt the intrinsic board shorts came from one of the most expensive men’s clothing stores in town. He was the epitome of ‘keeping up with the Joneses.’
“Hey, Jenna. Good to see you.” Mark smiled for about five seconds before narrowing his eyes, issuing Camie an authoritative glare. “Is everything ready?”
Mark was organized and had very particular ways of doing things. Jenna could see a hint of dissention between them, as if they’d been arguing earlier. “Thanks for inviting me.”
Camie handed her a cold bottle of beer, her attention directed toward Mark. “I think so. What do you need, honey?”
Jenna could tell Camie’s smile was forced and noticed the bead of perspiration trickling down one side of her friend’s face. There was trouble in paradise.
“Exactly what I told you three times before,” Mark stated, keeping his upturned smile.
“And I told you more than once the platters were in the garage refrigerator. All ready. Waiting for you,” Camie snapped before placing two fingers over her mouth.
Jenna darted her eyes back and forth between the two. They’d obviously been arguing long before the party began. “Do you need any help?”
“No!” both Camie and Mark said at the same time. Then Camie softened her expression. “Just go and enjoy yourself. Burgers will be ready in just a little while.”
“Okay. If you’re certain.” Jenna gave them another look before slowly walking away. Somehow, she had the feeling the rather terse conversation was going to continue. She headed straight for the empty table. Being peppered with the usual questions would push her pissed-off mood into overdrive.
When are you and Steve getting married?
Have you talked about kids?
How much money does he make?
At this point, she couldn’t give two shits. Jenna grinned at the thought and swayed to the music. After a few minutes, she felt more at ease, ready to relax and have a good time.
“Girlie. There you are. We thought we were going to have to hire a search party.” Maggie’s voice was more like a seductive purr as she closed the distance.
“Funny. Just had a few things to do this morning.” Jenna continued watching Camie and Mark, the disagreement obviously escalating. She didn’t have to hear what they were saying to know the conversation had moved into the ugly zone.
Maggie followed her gaze. “They’ve been at each other’s throats since I got here. Wonder what’s up?”
“I have no idea. I haven’t talked to her in a week.”
“Basking in romance?” she teased.
Jenna had to resist spouting off the truth. “Just work.” She opened her eyes wide when she could hear a few of the now nasty words shared between Camie and Mark. “Maybe having a relationship isn’t what I need.”
“Oh, they’ll work it out. They always do.”
She narrowed her eyes, able to see an almost instant change in Camie’s demeanor the second Mark gripped her arms. However, the hold wasn’t done out of anger. In fact, he was calm and controlled, his expression nurturing. What in the hell? Now, Camie was nodding. Then she lowered her head. When Mark released her, taking solid steps toward the patio door, she inched closer. Camie waited only a couple of seconds before following him inside, closing the door behind her.
“Come on. Bunch of people I’d like you to meet,” Maggie encouraged.
“I’ll be there in just a minute. I just need to use the restroom.” Jenna thought about her last conversation with Camie. While her friend was ecstatic given the recent marriage, she was also subdued in a manner Jenna had never experienced, as if she were a different person. She rounded the pool, darting glances at the other guests. No one was paying any attention to the unfolding drama. As she walked closer to the grill, she could tell the burners had been turned off.
They’d taken their argument inside, expecting to be a while? Hmmm… More than curious, she opened the patio door slowly, listening for any sounds. The last thing she wanted to do was walk in on them. Hearing nothing, she closed the door behind her and inched into the kitchen, able to see the den from where she stood. They were nowhere to be seen.
This was unusual, given there were a solid thirty people outside. What could they be doing? Getting everything from the other refrigerator? That had to be it. Determined to offer some form of assistance, if only to relieve the obvious stress they were both under, she walked into the den, expecting to see the garage door open. A muffled noise drew her attention. Drawn to the hallway, she took a few steps in the direction then stopped. This was invading their privacy.
The sound occurred again, only this time not as muffled. The distinct whimper was followed by a whooshing sound then a thwack. There was no other way to describe the noise. She slunk along the wall, determined to find the source.
Smack!
Jenna jumped, tingling all over. The closer she came, the easier it was to comprehend what she was hearing. The distinct and unforgettable sounds of a hard spanking being issued. What the… Gulping air, she calmed her nerves before closing the distance. The way the bedroom furniture was positioned, a dresser on the far wall, a mirror attached to the back, she was able to see very clearly the fact that Camie was positioned over a pile of pillows in the middle of the bed, her naked and already reddened ass positioned just so. Standing with a belt in his hand was Mark, whispering words she was unable to hear then issuing several hard smacks across Camie’s ass cheeks and upper thighs.
Mortified as well as turned on, she was frozen to the spot, a voyeur watching her best friend being treated like a bad little girl. The man held a belt. He was spanking his wife. He was…
Just the way you want and exactly what you need. A firm hand. A daddy dom.
Jesus Christ. She was hot and wet all over. Her damning little voice was active, chiding her as she pressed the back of her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. As the belt was swung, she concentrated on the sound, the way Mark wielded the strap as if practiced, his love easy to see in every hard strike. She was witnessing a man who adored his wife.
Discipline and punishment are necessary for a happy marriage. All women thrive with a firm hand.
She’d read that in one of the many blogs she devoured, trying to gather a sense of what she could expect if the right man ever came along.
Steve would never understand, nor would she trust him enough to enter into that kind of relationship. Why couldn’t she find this kind of amazing man? Why couldn’t she share this kind of life?
Because men like this were few and far between.
The discipline continued, and she was drawn to the experience in a way she would never be able to explain. This was everything she’d ever craved, a desire so all-consuming that not a single relationship had endured more than a few months. As Camie’s ass was turned a bright red, the deep blush no doubt painful, she imagined herself lying in her friend’s position, accepting her punishment for disobeying.
For being a bad little girl.
Oh, my God. Oh, my freaking God.
She was sweating, every part of her body quivering as the punishment continued, several additional strikes of the belt issued. Her heart was thumping, beating against her chest, sending echoes into her ears. The only words she was able to capture was ‘you can be a good girl’ and ‘this will help you focus.’ Focus? How could Camie focus when she wasn’t going to be able to sit comfortably for hours. Days. Weeks!
Jenna’s stomach hurt, forcing her to double over. This was insane. Her bestest friend in the entire world was being spanked in the middle of a party? Camie was the last woman she’d ever thought would enter into this kind of a relationship. They’d never discussed anything of this nature. Ever. Not during their rounds of heavy drinking in college or their lewd admittances during girl games with others. Nothing. Not a word. Wait, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d remembered one time, after watching a raunch
y movie that she mentioned something about a spanking. The rest of the conversation was lost in an alcoholic haze.
Feeling faint, she swayed back and forth, blinking in a feeble attempt to focus. She would never be able to look them in the eyes again. Never.
When Mark pulled Camie into a standing position, cradling her in his arms, a split second look was all Jenna needed to realize her friend realized she was watching. Dear God. She took several steps backward. How would she ever be able to look her friend in the face again?
* * *
Spankings. Spankings. Belt whippings. Over the knee spankings. Hand spankings. Paddles. Canes. Leather straps.
Jenna dropped her head into her hands, concentrating on her foot tapping on the floor as she waited. Since witnessing the very intimate act at Camie’s, she hadn’t been able to get the incident out of her mind. Her dreams had turned into fantasies, requiring her to pull out not one but two different vibrators—one for her ass, one for her pussy. Every excuse she’d used with Steve to keep him out of her apartment had been easy to say. Easy to lie. Being alone had given her time to think about their relationship. When he’d texted her, breaking it off, she didn’t even shed a tear. Not a single one.
“Hey there. Glad you could meet me for lunch.”
Camie’s voice was way too cheerful. Lifting her head, she could feel the heat immediately rising from her neck onto her cheeks. She fanned her face then reached for the glass of water, almost turning it over. She’d ceremoniously managed, and with some difficulty, to keep some distance between herself, Camie, and Mark during the remainder of the party. Now?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Hi. How’s work going?” The struggle in Jenna’s voice was oh-so apparent.
Camie laughed as she sat down, dropping her purse onto the floor, wincing as she tried to get herself comfortable. “Work is just driving me insane, but you know I didn’t invite you out to lunch to discuss my ever-evolving career.”