by Bailey Rock
She has no idea.
“Do you not think that you can do this job, Penny?” I work hard to keep any emotion out of my voice, but I’m sure that she can tell I’m not amused.
If she can’t tell yet, then she’ll have to figure it out eventually.
“I know I can! I just want to make sure that I’m on the same page as you.”
“Because last I checked, I hired you to do what I tell you to do. Already today you’ve not only been late to work but now you’re arguing with me about whether or not you think you can get the work done. Am I right?”
“Yes, but – ”
I cut her off. “I didn’t hire you to just stand around and look good, Penny. I hired you to do a job, and I’m paying you for that job. The time we spend together can either improve your day or make it worse. I’d rather improve your day.” Raking my eyes over her body, I feel my cock swell in my pants.
I want her to improve my day, too.
“I’m sorry, it’s just – ”
“Do I need to hire another person? Do you want to go back to being a nanny?”
“No, please – ”
She has tears shining in her eyes, but I’m not about to back down right now. “Then you need to pull it together, Penny, or you’ll find yourself back there, changing diapers and dealing with other people’s shitty kids. You have no idea how quickly that can happen. I’m not in the mood to continue this discussion. I’m going to work, and when I come home, you’ll either be cleaning or you’ll be gone. Your choice.”
Before she can speak, I turn and leave the room. My heart is pounding in my chest. I know that she won’t leave. She can’t.
That’s one of the reasons why I picked her. Women who are desperate are so willing to do whatever they have to in order to hold onto something good.
She’s desperate.
She’s just not used to people calling her bluff, but I’m not in the mood to deal with her crap.
I put up with enough of that at work.
If she wants to stay, then she’ll wise up.
And she’ll keep calling me Daddy.
Chapter 7
Penny
Christopher left in a fit and I stood still where I was by the table for a long time after he disappeared, trying to figure out what had just happened and how I could make the best of a crappy situation.
I needed this job.
But did I want it?
Without a doubt. There was something about Christopher that drew me in even as it pushed me away. I’d never met anyone like him before and I’d also never met anyone who could do…that to me.
That was incredible.
He makes me feel incredible.
I just don’t know what he really wants from me.
I mean…I can clean his house and polish his shoes with my panties, but calling him Daddy? I’ve never met anyone who wanted me to call him that before.
Then again, I’ve never met anyone like Christopher.
I sigh and look around the room. Everything in here is spotless, and from what I’ve seen of the rest of the house, it’s not like anything is dirty or really in need of being cleaned.
It’s immaculate, and I kinda wonder if he has a real housekeeper who comes in and picks up for him, because I can’t see the man vacuuming or cleaning his toilets on his own.
But if I’m going to keep my job, which I want to, then I need to get my butt in gear and make sure that the house is cleaner than when he got home.
Or at least make it so that he thinks it’s cleaner.
I know where the kitchen is, so I wander in there to look for cleaning supplies. Most people keep them under the kitchen sink, but not Christopher.
That would make too much sense.
A bathroom?
Nothing in the downstairs bathrooms.
Hesitating at the bottom of the stairs, I consider going up and looking around for the supplies I need.
But that would mean that I was in his space. Maybe even in his room.
The thought of going through his things without him here gives me a bit of a thrill and makes me excited. But if he’s at work then he wouldn’t ever know if I went through his stuff.
Maybe I could learn more about him.
See what makes him tick.
Find out what I need to do in order to survive here.
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand along the banister and walk slowly up the stairs. I feel like I’m being watched, but there’s no way that he can possibly know that I’m going upstairs.
Besides, it’s not like he told me not to. He wants me to clean his house, and I can’t possibly do that without walking through his house, right?
Right.
My heels click loudly on the stairs and I kick them off when I reach the top. I know that I’m not technically doing anything wrong, but the loud clicking of my heels makes me feel awkward. Exposed.
I’ve already been exposed today.
I’m not sure that I’m ready to experience that same feeling again.
The banister wraps around the second floor with various rooms leading off of it, but I have a feeling about where his room is. There’s a set of huge double doors at the end of the open hall, and I think I know what I’ll find if I go through there.
His room.
His bed.
I get shivers just thinking about it and I can’t help but think how it felt to have his mouth and his hand on me earlier.
In me.
Kicking off my heels, I drop them by the top of the stairs and walk down the hall past all of the closed doors. There might be a storage closet here where he has some supplies tucked away, but I have a feeling that what I’m looking for is in his room.
Or maybe I just want to see what’s there.
I want to find out what makes Christopher tick.
Resting my hand on the doorknob, I pause. “Let’s see what you’re hiding in here, you filthy bastard,” I whisper.
When I turn the door and step into the room, I’m a bit surprised. This is not what I imagined.
For some reason, I imagined a cave of debauchery. Whips and chains hanging from the ceiling wouldn’t have surprised me, neither would have a sex swing.
But there’s nothing like that.
A four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room and there’s doors off of the main space for what, I’m assuming, are the bathroom and closet.
There’s nothing here that would explain what made Christopher the way that he is.
There’s also nothing here that needs to be cleaned.
He’s easily the cleanest and neatest person I’ve ever been around, but then why would he want me to stick around his house to clean it up for him?
It makes no sense.
None of this makes sense.
Not the spanking, the cleaning, the…pleasure. I’m about to turn and leave the room when I hear the door downstairs swing open.
Shit.
He said that he was going to be at work the rest of the afternoon, so I have no idea who could possibly be coming in the house now.
All I can think about is hiding, but I’m not sure where to go.
The bathroom seems like the mostly likely spot. At least, if he finds me in there, I can claim that I was busy looking for cleaning supplies, not snooping.
I mean, what could he hide in a bathroom?
I slip into the bathroom and shut the door, my heart pounding.
Below me I hear him call my name, and I shrink away from the door.
This is stupid.
I don’t even really know the guy.
He’s going to find me eventually. Hell, I left my shoes at the top of the stairs practically pointing in my direction, so he’ll know that I didn’t just go home.
Breathing slowly and quietly, I press my ear up against the door to try to listen to him.
I can’t believe I’m hiding from my boss.
I have nothing to hide, and apparently, thanks to my snooping, I can see that he has nothing to h
ide, too.
Taking a deep breath, I step back and turn on the light. Might as well pretend that I’m in here cleaning, not hiding like a scared little kid.
“Penny?” Christopher’s in his bedroom now, and I step back again, farther away from the door, until I feel my back hit the counter behind me.
I open my mouth to call his name.
Maybe if I call him in here, he won’t be so angry.
But that’s when I glance to my side and see what he’s been hiding.
Well, not hiding.
Everything’s on full display.
I swallow, hard.
I found Daddy’s toys.
Christopher
I know exactly where Penny is hiding, but there’s something so raw and animalistic about the chase and knowing how hard her heart is beating as she hides from me that I don’t want to hurry this up.
She knows that I’m closing in. That’s why I keep calling her name.
Not that I think she’s going to come out and admit that she was snooping and not cleaning.
No, I know that she’s not that stupid.
I knew that she would hide, but I had no idea that she would find my bathroom and hide in there. I mean, that’s exactly where I want to end up with her.
It’s not just a bathroom.
It’s my playroom, but she had no idea that the room was there. Most people don’t, and her stumbling upon it on her own thrills me.
Of course, I saw the whole thing on camera, but she has no idea that I was watching her. I loved keeping an eye on her while she snuck around the house and peeked through the rooms like she was actually going to clean.
It’s laughable. My house doesn’t need cleaning.
It needs someone who is willing to do exactly what I tell her to do, and it looks like Penny is perfect.
I knew that she was.
Walking across the room to the bathroom, I rest my hand on the handle and take a deep breath before opening the door.
In my mind I can see her trembling across the room, trying to hide.
Trying to pretend that she’s not there.
Like if she is just still enough, I won’t see her.
But I see her.
“I know you’re in here, Penny,” I say, keeping my voice quiet and softer than normal.
When I close my eyes, I can practically see her leaning forward to hear me, holding her breath so that I don’t hear her.
“I wondered how long it would take you to find my favorite room, little Penny. What do you think?”
Silence.
I turn the handle and swing the door open.
Penny is directly in front of me, right where I thought she would be. She’s staring at me with wide eyes. Her face is pale and she’s gripping the counter behind her.
Just like she gripped the table earlier.
My cock starts to throb in my pants as I think about her sweet little pussy and how hard she came, clamping around my fingers and shattering as I stroked her.
God, I want to be inside of her.
“What are you doing in my bathroom, Penny?”
She flushes and looks down. I already saw that she left her heels at the top of the stairs, but this is the first time I’ve seen her bare feet.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers.
She’s probably just trying to keep me from being mad.
Any other time it may work, but right now I’m too hard. Too riled up. I want her really badly and she’s in my bathroom.
My playroom.
“Did you do any cleaning yet?”
I know full well that she didn’t, but she has no idea that I know.
She doesn’t know that I have cameras hidden all over the house, which means that I can see anything that anyone does.
“I…”
I watch her, trying to decide whether or not she’s going to lie.
“I…was looking for cleaning supplies.”
“And were you able to find any?”
I know full well that she didn’t. She couldn’t. I don’t keep them in the house. My housekeeper who comes twice a week brings them with her and then carts them back out.
I have no use for cleaning supplies, but I wanted to see Penny squirm. I needed her to try to please me, even if the task was impossible.
“I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
Now I have a decision to make.
Do I forgive her and let her go about her day without knowing how close she came to unlocking my secret?
Or do I punish her?
My cock throbs in my pants as I think about bending her over the bathroom counter and spanking her until her ass is red and it hurts for her to sit down.
It would be so satisfying to punish her.
My eyes flick over to the crop hanging on the wall.
She glances over too, to see what I’m looking at, and she pales.
“Daddy?” Her voice is quiet and careful, and I can barely think.
Blood is pounding in my head, making it hard to think.
In situations like this, all I know to do is act.
It’s how I’ve gotten so far in life.
It’s why I can run my company from home without worrying about whether or not everything will fall apart when I’m gone.
It’s why I’m crossing the room right now and grabbing the crop.
The worn leather is smooth and soft in my hand and I gently slap it against my open palm, enjoying the slight sting.
Penny is staring at me, her mouth slightly agape.
“Well, Penny, I know that you were snooping. Do you remember what happens if you do something that you’re not supposed to?”
“I get punished?” Her voice is thick, and I raise an eyebrow.
“You get punished.”
God help me, she looks like she’s going to enjoy this.
Penny turns around and grabs the edge of the counter, breathing hard.
I slap my hand again, harder this time, so my skin stings more.
She gasps, even though I haven’t touched her, and looks over her shoulder at me.
“You going to do something with that, Daddy?”
Oh, hell, I am now.
She can’t say something like that to me and think that she’s going to get away with it.
I step toward her and she bends her head back to the counter.
Penny, you’re mine.
Chapter 8
Penny
What the hell am I doing?
I’m gripping Christopher’s bathroom counter so hard my knuckles are white and my mouth is so dry that I can’t swallow.
I have a very good idea of what he’s going to do with that crop, and the worst part?
I don’t want him to stop.
Every time he slaps his hand with the crop, I shiver.
I want to feel the sting across my ass just because I know how it felt yesterday when he spanked me.
My Daddy.
Spanking me.
I dared him when I looked over at my shoulder at him. The look on his face told me that I was about to get what was coming to me.
I’m about to turn around and look again when I fell his fingers slip under the edge of my skirt. Instantly my skin goosebumps and I feel my pussy getting wet at the touch of his fingers.
He rips my skirt up, my ass fully exposed now, and he grabs it, squeezing me hard.
I moan and push my ass back to him, wanting to feel him cup me.
I want to push into him, I want him to fill me, but I don’t think that I’m going to come out on top of this one.
“Penny. You didn’t do what I wanted you to do.”
I don’t think that I should mention that he doesn’t even have cleaning supplies in his house, so I bite my tongue.
“And now I get to do what I want to do.”
God, I’m so wet. His voice cuts right through me and makes me tremble to the core. I’m aching for him in a way that I never thought possible.
Just when I’m considering turning a
round to look at him, I hear a swinging sound cutting through the air and then the crop lands on my ass.
I told myself that I wouldn’t cry out, but I can’t help myself. I drop my head and moan, biting my lower lip as tears sting my eyes.
It hurts more than I ever thought it could.
I want to look and see if there are red raised welts across my ass, but I can’t turn around.
Before I can turn around, though, I hear the swing and swish of the crop.
This one stings more and tears leak from my eyes.
“Daddy,” I moan. I want to ask him to stop, to ask him to give me a break, but I can’t. I don’t know how to tell him I can’t take it.
“You like it?” The crop hits my skin, my ass burning with the smack.
“I…” I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if I do like it.
My pussy is dripping wet and he rubs the crop between my legs, making me moan.
My swollen clit aches for his touch.
“Please, Daddy,” I say, but I don’t know what I’m asking for.
I don’t know what I want.
The crop comes again, and again.
I’m crying now, tears running down my cheeks, my pussy dripping.
“Penny, I don’t want you to disobey me again.”
The crop sings through the air and hits my ass. I lunge forward on the counter, almost losing my grip and my balance.
“I won’t.” I shake my head, trying to get my bearings.
I still don’t know what I want.
“No, you won’t.”
Again, the crop.
This time, though, after the sting, he slides his hand between my legs. I feel him squeeze my thighs and then cup me, his thumb finding my clit and slowly rubbing it.
I swear, I’m going to come undone.
I had no idea that I could get this turned-on by something like spanking.
This wasn’t just spanking, though.
He led me to the edge, and now he’s going to toss me over it.
Even though I can feel myself already starting to peak, I try to hang on. I don’t want to give him the pleasure of making me come right now, but I don’t think that I can control myself.
Christopher seems to know what I’m thinking, because he slips a finger inside of me.