Boss Daddy

by Shanna Handel

  His hand patted my panties. I heaved a giant sigh of relief as his hands went to the fabric of my skirt, pulling it up and over me. “There. I’m done, sweetheart. Come here.”

  He helped me up and onto his lap. I wound my arms around his neck, burying my face in the collar of his shirt. He smelled like clean laundry and man. I let my tears flow freely into the fabric of his shirt. I hadn’t expected the release of tension that followed the spanking. My ass burned—I wiggled it on his thighs every so often trying to escape the inescapable sting—but I loved the new-to-me sensation that washed over me. I felt small, protected, chastised, loved. And as he’d intended, submissive.

  My pussy started that clenching thing again as his fingertips trailed up and down my back as I recovered from my punishment. He kissed my hair, my forehead, my cheek. His hands wiped at my tear-streaked face. I looked up into his blue-gray eyes. Overcome by emotion, I whispered, “I love you, Hayes.”

  “I love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I hate to leave you, but I’ve got to get back to work and check in with the guys and tell them about the Tack Shop.” His brow rose at me. “And you have a job to post.”

  I sniffled.

  Chuckling, he stood me on my feet. A sadness rushed over me—I wanted to sit snuggled on his lap the rest of the day. And I had missed him so much while he’d been gone. I didn’t want him to leave my office. Standing beside me, Hayes grabbed the ruler in one of his hands and my hand in the other. He led me back to my desk. Pulling out my drawer, he reverently placed my ruler back in its exact spot. Gently, he closed the drawer. Then, he pulled out my desk chair.

  His hand still holding mine, he looked at me and said, “Skirt up.”

  My brow furrowed, I asked, “What do you mean?”

  “Gather your skirt around your waist and take a seat in your chair. When you are writing the job posting, I want your mind to be on what happens when you disobey my instructions,” he said.

  A warm blush crept up my neck as I followed his instructions. As Hayes had predicted, all sassiness had been spanked out of me. I did as he said, folding my skirt up best I could to keep it from wrinkling. The cold air once again rushed up my legs. I sat down in the hard wooden chair a little too quickly. I winced as my punished bottom hit the seat.

  Hayes gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you, sweetie. Enjoy your work.”

  Sighing, I flipped open the top to my computer. Where to begin? Help wanted... someone who will do exactly as told per the instruction of the events coordinator, otherwise creating friction that might result in getting said coordinator spanked with a measuring ruler.

  Despite my sore bottom, I had to smile. The burning had turned to more of a tingling warmth, making me horny all over again. The dominance he had shown over me, taking me to my breaking point, demanding my submission—it had me wanting him more than ever.

  Flipping me over his knee like that... taking me in hand... it was so. Damn. Sexy. My hips wiggled in my chair, my pussy clenching and pulsing in a melty way. Shaking my head, I tried to ignore my desire and focus on the post—as good as my pussy felt, my ass pressed against the hard chair was not ready to revisit the ruler just yet.

  I typed away. Every so often my mind wandered to the fact that I was sitting on my panty-covered bottom, freshly spanked by my daddy, and my pussy would tighten.

  Once I was happy with my work, I checked my complexion in the small mirror I kept in my desk. My eyes were a little puffy from my cry. The tip of my nose a touch red. Reaching into my drawer, I got out my pressed powder. A few dabs later and I looked good as new. Surely, no one would be able to tell that I had been spanked. Right? Shrugging my shoulders, I shoved down the embarrassing thought.

  Coffee and triple chocolate cake were waiting for me in the Mess Hall—promised by Memaw since it was one of the ranch hand’s birthdays. Checking the time, I stood from my desk, my face burning as I put my skirt back in place—thank goodness no one had walked in as I typed the ad. I couldn’t imagine someone finding the uptight, prissy Louanne Dixon sitting at her desk, skirt up and around her waist.

  The thought made me... thirsty. And only Hayes could quench the thirst. I sat back down.

  Tapping my fire engine red fingernail on the desk, I contemplated. It was completely unprofessional to call your daddy over the walkie for a booty call. I squirmed in my chair, my pussy pulsing and wet. But it was professional to handle something that was keeping you from focusing on your work. I just needed a good, hard banging, then I could get right back to the old grindstone. I picked up my walkie. “Hayes... Louanne for Hayes.”

  His voice came cracking over the radio. “Copy, Hayes.”

  “Could I see you in my office for a minute? I need some help with the wording of this post.” I giggled to myself getting a kick out of thinking about what Bridgette and Georgia would have to say about that one later. The nosy girls were probably already beside themselves wondering what had happened when Hayes drug me out of the Mess Hall earlier.

  I could hear a grin in Hayes’ voice when he came back over the walkie. “Copy, Luna. Be right there.”

  I hopped up from my chair, rushing to the front of my desk. I leaned back on it, trying to position my body in what I felt like was a seductive stance. I glanced down at my buttoned-up blouse. Quickly, I undid the top two buttons, opening the shirt a bit until my cleavage peeked out of the top.

  A few minutes later the door opened. Hayes appeared. Was that a bulge already forming underneath his pants? My question was answered when he crossed the room and pressed himself against me for a kiss. My hand ran over his hardening cock, my pussy screaming for it.

  His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a hard kiss. His lips pressed against mine. I matched his hunger, eagerly returning his kiss. His hand found my breast, sliding beneath the top of my shirt and under my bra. I sucked in air as his fingertips pinched my peaked, hardening nipple. “Naughty girl,” he growled.

  His hand slipped under my skirt, fingertips brushing against my pussy over my damp panties. “Let’s see how wet your pussy got from your spanking, little Luna. Did Daddy make you wet when he took you over his knee and spanked your bare bottom?”

  I shuddered, moving my hips forward, trying to gain some purchase of his hand against my clit. He continued to tease me, rubbing my pussy lightly with just the tip of his finger. I groaned.

  “Naughty, naughty little thing. Patience. Daddy wants to see how wet you are from your spanking, first.” His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of the leg of my panties. “Someone’s panties got wet. Do you need to change your panties, little girl?”

  I moaned.

  “Daddy asked you a question. Do you need to go home and put on fresh panties?”

  “No, Daddy,” I moaned.

  His finger moved up the slippery folds of my pussy. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he rubbed my throbbing, pulsing clit. I leaned my head back, moaning.

  “Just as I suspected. Daddy spanking you makes your pussy get very, very wet.” My hips gyrated, my clit rubbing hard against his finger as he moved it against me. His finger left my clit, sliding down. I groaned again as he moved it in and out. My pussy tightened around him. “So wet. Such a dirty girl getting off on her punishment.” A second finger joined his first, stretching me. His fingers moved within me. My pelvis rocked as I rode his hand. “Maybe spanking isn’t enough of a punishment for you, little one.”

  My hips froze, my eyelids fluttering open in surprise. What other ways could he—would he—punish me? Butterfly wings trembled in my tummy. “What do you mean?”

  One of his fingers slipped out of my pussy. The other remained, fingering me up and down. The missing member stretched upward. I gasped in shock and horror as his fingertip pressed on my anus. “Sometimes when naughty little girls get too excited by their spankings, their daddies have to find other ways to punish them.”

  My eyes squeezed shut tight. My cheeks burned with sh
ame. My pussy tightened around his finger with another gush of excitement. His finger slipped into my ass up to what felt like the first knuckle. I held my breath as his hot words whispered in my ears. “Sometimes, daddies have to punish by putting a big hard cock in your tight little bottom, teaching you the ultimate submission.”

  Never had I ever participated in anal play. That was something good girls did not do. Absolutely not. Yes, I had done lots of dirty deeds with Hayes—I called him ‘Daddy,’ for goodness’ sake!—and yes, they had all given me extreme pleasure. And yes, I lay over my man’s knee, begging him to spank me. But up the butt? That was crossing a line of taboo I wasn’t ready for.

  Or was I? His finger slipped out of my ass and I instantly wanted it back in. I wanted him to pump it further inside me, I wanted to see what it felt like to be taken there. My pussy told on me, tightening and pulsing and weeping. I had to have him... now. “I need you to fuck me,” I begged.

  His free hand reached up, grabbing my chin in his hands. “Dirty mouth for such a little girl. Does Daddy need to spank you again?”

  “No, sir. Let me show you what I can do with this dirty little mouth of mine,” I said.

  His eyes lit with desire. His fingers slid from within me. My hands went to the waist of his jeans, unbuttoning them. I reached down, taking his cock in my hand. It was big and hard, and I wanted it inside of me. Flashing me a wicked smile, he pushed his jeans down over his ass. I bent down, taking his cock in my mouth. I licked my tongue around the tip, swirling and twirling as he groaned with satisfaction. His hands found their way into my hair. He gathered the hair on the back of my neck and tugged while I sucked him. I grabbed his balls in my hands, fondling them as I mouthed up and down his shaft.

  “Damn, Luna. That feels amazing.” He pulled me back up toward him, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. He moved our bodies backwards until I bumped into the edge of my desk. His hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, squeezing my ass underneath my skirt. He pulled my panties down to my knees. I quickly shimmied out of them, kicking them off and onto the floor—I had learned to keep a spare in my desk drawer.

  Hayes’ hands wrapped underneath my bottom, grabbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. I giggled as he lifted me up and onto the desk. He kissed my cheek, nibbled my ear. His mouth trailed down my neck, biting and sucking until a groan escaped my lips. I arched my back, my pelvis forward, ready for his cock.

  The head of his cock was suddenly pressing into my opening. I lifted my hips, moaning and moving closer to him, begging him to put it in me. I wanted all of him, mind, body, soul. I wanted our bodies connected as one. And I wanted his full cock buried deep within me.

  “Patience, baby girl,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. He continued to tease me, slowly pressing into me inch by inch.

  “More,” I begged, throwing my neck back. He kissed and licked and sucked and bit the hollow I had created for him above my collarbone. I shuddered with desire and delight, tingles dancing down my spine. Finally, with one carnal thrust, his full member was within me. I groaned, grinding down on his rod. My hips twisted and rocked, the edge of my bottom barely leaning on the desk as my pussy demanded everything his cock could give me.

  His arms wrapped around my lower back tightly, as he lifted me into the air. My legs wrapped around his torso as if I would squeeze the life from him, I needed him so badly. He thrust his hips up, pressing his huge cock into me. We moved together as one, me crying, “Harder, faster.” The impending explosion began to grow within my core. My nipples were as tight as drums, my pussy clenching and pulsing and milking his cock in ecstasy. I could no longer think. My breath caught in my chest. My eyelids locked shut and I bit my bottom lip until it bled as I held in the scream that came with his final thrust. I shuddered as he held me against him, my hair damp and stuck to my face. “Oh, Daddy,” I whisper, my lips finding his once more.

  When he left, I pulled a spare panty from the drawer and snuck off to the bathroom to clean up.

  Leaving the restroom, grinning ear to ear, I began my walk to the Mess Hall. The weather was gorgeous, and the spring air felt fresh against my face. My bottom was still sore and my pussy still tingling as I crunched my way over the rocky drive. As I neared the Mess Hall, I began to get nervous. Everyone had seen me sass Hayes. And seen him lead me away by my upper arm. And heard me call for him on the walkie. I felt like they could see my reddened bottom through my skirt. Smell the sex on me.

  Standing at the door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle of the door. Everyone would look at me, knowing I had been spanked and taken by Hayes. But there was triple chocolate cake in there. And hot coffee with fresh cream. As I stood, making my decision, a big arm suddenly surrounded my waist. I looked up, laughing as Hayes pulled me into a surprise embrace. His kissed my mouth, then whispered in my ear, “Did you get your work done?”

  “Yes,” I murmured, melting into his embrace.

  His hand went to my bottom, squeezing my sore cheek and sending me up on my tiptoes. “And how’s your ass?”

  “Good,” I giggled, blushing.

  “Then let’s get you some cake,” he said with a grin. He released me, holding the door opened for me. He said, “After you.”

  I took a deep breath, casting my eyes downward as we entered the crowded Mess Hall. Everyone had come out to wish Bo a happy birthday. I stood tight against Hayes’ side, hiding under the protection of his big arm. Georgia gave me a wink and a wave. Bridgette gave me an eyebrow wiggle, mouthing the words, “How’s your ass?” which I ignored. But other than that, it was business as usual at the ranch. Another day, another spanked woman.

  Chapter Seven

  “This weekend went great, don’t you think?” Josie asked, taking a huge bite of her greasy, cheesy burger. The girl ate whatever she wanted when she wanted, existing off of coffee the rest of the time, and never gained an ounce.

  The prongs of my fork sorted through the greens of my salad—no cheese, dressing on the side—after Memaw’s cake, I was feeling guilty. “So, what was this ‘SOS you have to meet me for dinner tonight’ text that I got from you all about?”

  Josie shrugged her shoulders, dragging a fry through a puddle of ketchup. “Just checking in, seeing what’s going on.”

  Raising my brows at her, I said, “That is not a reason for an SOS, Josie.” I stole one of her fries, waiting for the real reason we were meeting.

  “What? Can’t a little sister meet her big sister for a little sisterly advice, sister?” she asked, giving me her ‘spoil me, please,’ smile. I could still picture her as a skinned-kneed little girl in pigtails, tagging along behind me and my friends.

  “Cut the sister crap. Just tell me... what do you want?” I asked, laughing at her expressive face and helping myself to another fry.

  Josie gave a sigh, rolling her eyes. She pushed her plate toward me. “Ugh, I’m stuffed. And that salad looks... droopy. You want the rest?”

  I eyed her food. There were at least seven hundred calories left on her plate—and they looked delicious. On one hand I was recently engaged. I should probably try to keep my figure looking trim so I would be able to fit into a dress. On the other hand, I was engaged to a spanking daddy. Which meant I could use a little extra padding on the old behind. I reached over, grabbing the burger. I took a bite. It was delicious. And so much better than my slightly wilted salad.

  Between bites, I said, “Okay. You’ve got me buttered up. Now, lay it on me. What is so important that we had to meet tonight?”

  She gave me her sweetest smile. “I just need a little advice.”

  “About what?” I asked, washing the burger down with a sip of her Coke.

  “It’s job advice,” she answered quietly. Was she blushing?

  “Okay—did you finally find one? I know Mom’s been after you. She told me she gave you an ultimatum—find full-time work or apply to colleges. Did you make a decision?” I asked, taking another fry.

  “I found th
is awesome full-time job. It pays well, has benefits—which you know are impossible to find these days—and the boss is like, the absolute best at what she does. I could learn, like so, so much from her.” Josie’s eyebrows waggled up and down at me.

  I put the burger down, a knot forming in my stomach. “How did you see it already? I just put it up this afternoon!”

  Her eyes widened, a light sparking within them. “I check the ranch’s website every day. Twice a day actually. I knew once Hayes came back to CLAS there was no way he would let you keep working the hours you were—”

  “Wait... what do you mean, ‘let me’? Hayes and I made this decision together,” I said.

  She gave me a long, hard look. “Really?”

  I gave her ‘the look.’

  Which she ignored. Taking a deep breath, she said, “The whole ranch knows Hayes spanked your ass in the office today. And about an hour later the job was posted. So, if I put the pieces together started with when you sassed him in the Mess Hall this morning, I would guess that Hayes told you this was happening, you told him ‘no’ in your little control freak way, then he changed your mind via smacking your ass—”

  I held up my hand to her. “Enough, Josie.”

  She stopped. It looked like she was in physical pain from trying to hold her tongue. “Anyway, as I was saying, I had been checking the website, anticipating that soon a job would be up to help out with events. And, today was that day!” She bounced up and down in her seat, clapping her hands.

  I gave a sigh. “I love you, Josie. But it wouldn’t be professional. I can’t have my family working for me.”

  “Really?” She gave me a dirty look.

  “Stop saying ‘really’ to me. And the next time you try to get someone to hire you, you might want to be a tad less rude,” I said.

  “I gave you my burger, just hear me out, K? Georgia is married to Brody—she works for Travis. Bridgette is married to Travis and helps Colton. Alice is the mother to all the boys, and she used to work for you. And Memaw is the matriarch and she’s the boss of all the Jenkinses. So, why wouldn’t it work out for me to work for you? I do good work, don’t I?” she asked in a small voice. Her pretty brown eyes were huge and glassy as she looked at me with a puppy-like gaze.