SMARTS!

by Jay Lawrence

  "Ha! Get out of that one, Mister!"

  Mr. Wilberforce's outraged face pressed against the glass. Icy cold water ran down his back, swiftly soaking through his already saturated tuxedo and he fumbled for the controls. Meanwhile, Sally was running a bath in the vast marble tub.

  "Ooh look, Luisa – designer bubble bath! Shall we have some?"

  Luisa smiled knowingly. The contours of her marvelous breasts firmed. She watched Sally's broad tanned bottom as its owner leaned over to grab a bottle of expensive French bath gel and squirt a copious amount of it under the running tap water. In a few seconds clouds of deliciously perfumed bubbles puffed up to greet the gilt taps. There was an indignant cry from the shower cabinet.

  "That's not cheap, you know! Did you have to use the whole bottle?"

  The girls ignored Mr. Wilberforce who had at least managed to adjust his water temperature to warm. He rattled the cabinet door but it would not budge and he did not want to risk cracking his designer stall. Grimly, he began to strip off and tossed his garments over the top of the cabinet door. They landed with a squelch on the tiled floor of the bathroom. Hmm, as he was in the shower he might as well wash. One could never be too clean, after all, and he had been cavorting with that Roberts woman. He grabbed the soap and began to lather up. As he did so, he realized that his two former assailants were climbing, naked, into the steaming tub.

  "Ooh, Luisa!"

  Sally's voluptuous mouth captured one of the housekeeper's hard brown nipples. The Cuban girl lay back in the scented suds and all but disappeared, just her head and the very tips of her breasts emerging from the foam. Sally suckled happily feeling her pussy grow slick under the warm soft water. She was so going to eat the housekeeper's pussy. She might even get hold of that interesting cylindrical sponge and use it as a dildo.

  "Madre de dios!"

  Luisa's head sank down into the bubbles and she gasped, clasping Sally's shoulders with long sharp nails. She loved having her tits suckled. And that stuck-up employer of hers was watching, naked, in the shower, his cock all swollen up again, El Toro covered in soap. She licked her lips. She would let the cheap blonde enjoy her beautiful Cuban body and then she would have El Toro too, big and fat and juicy and deep inside her hot wet well-licked snatch. This was America, after all. Equal opportunities for both sexes.

  Mr. Wilberforce turned up the shower and rinsed the suds from his bursting cock. The glass began to mist up as he watched Sally and Luisa kissing and fondling each other in the luxurious tub and he cleared the fog with the little squeegee he kept specifically for the purpose. It was too much – he had to get out of the cabinet. His great balls tightened, increasingly under pressure as Sally lifted Luisa's hips out of the bubbles and pushed her tongue deep between the housekeeper's slick pussy lips.

  "Mm, mm, mm!"

  Sally's expert mouth fastened over Luisa's swollen clit, licking and sucking. Luisa's eyes closed in ecstasy and her fingers strayed to caress Sally's pneumatic boobs.

  Mr. Wilberforce stroked his cock with one hand and squeegee-ed frantically with the other. Divinely hot water coursed down his broad strong back. The beautiful housekeeper was swiftly reaching the point of no return. She ground her hips into Sally's face, her feet propped on the other girl's shoulders. Her lush dark hair flowed wantonly over the taps as she arched her spine and moaned in pleasure.

  Mr. Wilberforce kept his gaze firmly fixed on Sally's gently bobbing head. His cock pulsed in time to the blonde's lapping tongue. Luisa had such a pretty cunt, Brazilian waxed. He imagined how velvety and sweet it was, noted how Sally's tongue slid effortlessly over its plump curves as she salivated over the luscious juicy cleft. A dribble of pre-come oozed from his cock and his balls were ready for blast-off. With one mighty Herculean effort he applied his shoulder to the door of the shower cabinet.

  "Ow!"

  The hair elastic holding the door closed pinged off and hit Sally right on one broad ass cheek. Mr. Wilberforce promptly shot through the gap, slipped on his discarded clothes and landed on top of his neighbor causing a tsunami of expensive bubbles. All three gasped, especially Luisa who was the bottom layer of a three tier sandwich. There was more water on the bathroom floor than in the tub.

  Mr. Wilberforce regained his composure. His erection pushed insistently against Sally's bottom. Calmly he grasped a handful of her soaking hair.

  "Finish what you were doing, Mrs. Roberts. I want to hear my housekeeper have the finest, noisiest orgasm of her life."

  Sally lowered her head to continue eating Luisa's pussy.

  "Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

  The Cuban girl tasted so fucking good, like musky vanilla. Sally slurped on, coating Luisa's slippery cunt with eager drool. Luisa could barely move but pushed her hips against the blonde's frantically working mouth. She slipped her thumb between her lips and sucked it voluptuously, pausing every few seconds to give out little cries and shrieks.

  "Oh! Oh! Bueno..."

  Mr. Wilberforce stroked the head of his cock up and down Sally's spine, keeping a tight grip on her hair. He could feel the rhythm of her pussy-licking through his fingers – he was a puppeteer with a very willing marionette.

  Sally increased the pace, flicking Luisa's clit with the very tip of her tongue.

  Luisa threw her head back. Her eyes popped open and her glossy lips parted around her thumb. She closed her mouth and sucked hard then opened it wide to let out a long and piercing scream. Mr. Wilberforce lessened the tension on Sally's hair. Luisa sobbed as her massive orgasm ebbed away in a series of little aftershocks.

  "I never have one like that before!"

  Mr. Wilberforce smiled in satisfaction. It was, after all, very important to keep one's domestic staff in good spirits.

  "And now, dear ladies, you will both apply your considerable oral talents to my most deserving manhood. Lick it!"

  Grinning in a Machiavellian manner, Mr. Wilberforce eased himself out of the tub, grasping both Sally and Luisa by the hair. Yelping, they scrambled upwards and, in a few seconds, the three stood on the tiles, dripping copiously.

  "Lick it," repeated Mr. Wilberforce. Luisa and Sally looked at each other and shrugged in a "why not?" fashion. They crouched down at Mr. Wilberforce's feet and began to run their tongues simultaneously along the impressive length and girth of his cock. Mr. Wilberforce closed his eyes, instantly transported to sensual paradise. Two hot moist tongues stroking his meat in a remarkably well-coordinated symphony was every man's erotic dream. He spread his legs to keep his balance, growing slightly dizzy with the pleasurable sensations that traveled from the depth of his balls to the very tip of his shaft in glorious pulsing surges. The girls were excelling themselves, exceeding all his expectations, something which did not happen too often in Mr. Wilberforce's oh-so-particular life. He gasped.

  Two pairs of warm damp hands clasped his sturdy thighs. Two sets of firm, perky nipples brushed against them. Two clever mouths licked and sucked and teased and tormented. He was going to come. Oh god, was he ever going to come...

  Mr. Wilberforce threw his head back and roared like el toro.

  "Aaaargh!!!"

  An impressive spurt of semen erupted from his cock and sprayed Sally and Luisa's upturned faces, coating their lips and noses with pearly cream.

  Sally giggled, licking her lips.

  "That was a real good money shot, Mr. W!"

  Mr. Wilberforce had to agree. He was seeing stars. His beautiful bathroom was a disgrace but nothing the housekeeper wouldn't soon put to rights. Perhaps he'd have her mop and polish in nothing but her stilettos while a nude Mrs. Roberts took the net to the grass clippings in his swimming pool. After all, he was a very particular man....

  SPANK ME, DADDY!

  Note to Reader

  This novella describes sexual "age play" activity between consenting adults. The "little girl" in the story is a grown woman not a minor, nor is the title character really her father.

  * * * *

  The restaurant was dark, lit
only by the candles which flickered on every table. In the darkest corner sat a man and a woman. Anyone present would note that he was much older than she was. Uncle and niece, perhaps? But her hand crept out across the tablecloth to stroke his fingers. A very affectionate niece. She looked up at him with wide, besotted eyes. A favorite uncle indeed.

  "Daddy, may I have a glass of wine?"

  Victoria squirmed in her padded velvet chair. She loved going out to dinner with Daddy. There was something so deliciously naughty about being in a public place and knowing what might happen if she misbehaved. The threat of a sound bare bottom spanking was never far from her mind. Her lacy white panties were already soaked, so wet she felt like a little girl who had had an accident in her undies. Victoria was excited.

  Daddy glanced at the wine list and Victoria held her breath. Though she loved wine, she actually wanted Daddy to say no, she couldn't have a glass. He looked at her then closed the list with an emphatic sound.

  "No, I don't think so, Vicky. Not this time. We haven't forgotten how naughty you were last month when I allowed you to have that cocktail. That will not be happening again, I can tell you. It was way too much alcoholic drink for a little girl."

  Victoria wriggled, secretly delighted that Daddy had forbidden her the wine. She liked wine a lot but not as much as being kept firmly in check by a strict Daddy who knew how to spank a naughty little girl's helpless behind. Her panties clung to her pussy and she had to resist an urge to slide her mischievous fingers inside them and rub her hard little clit.

  The waiter arrived. Victoria sat up straight, as Daddy had taught her to, and folded her hands demurely in her lap. She could feel her nipples pushing against the soft fabric of her light summer dress as she carried out Daddy's unspoken instructions to the letter. Back straight, eyes front, knees together like a well brought-up young lady. Already she wanted to have an orgasm and simply from being a good little girl.

  As usual, Daddy ordered for himself and for Victoria, not pausing to inquire whether she had any preferences of her own. The tip of her tongue crept out and wetted her pale pink lips. This time Daddy was going to make her eat something she did not really like. Her heart began to beat faster. It was a test of her obedience. When the waiter had gone she pouted and began to play with her fork.

  "Daddy, you know I don't like meatballs."

  Her voice was quiet but very petulant and Daddy's eyes darkened in warning.

  "You will eat what is put before you, Vicky. I want to see a clean plate. If you leave so much as a morsel or make the slightest bit of fuss I will take your panties down right here in the restaurant and spank your bare bottom until you cry. Do you understand?"

  Victoria's heart seemed to leap in her chest and her tummy felt as if it had turned to water. Daddy was very stern. She didn't say anything but continued playing with the fork, pretending to stab the bread.

  "Stop that, Victoria."

  Victoria gulped. Daddy only used her "Sunday name" when she had been really, really naughty. She laid down the fork and folded her hands in her lap again, eyes downcast and moist with tears.

  "That's better. Now stay like that until our food arrives."

  "Yes, Daddy," whispered Victoria, almost unable to speak for the lump in her throat. She really hadn't meant to be a naughty girl so soon into the outing. What made her truly happy was being a good girl and obeying her Daddy's commands but little girls will be little girls, petulant and pouty and flouncy. Victoria thought about the spanking Daddy had given her before they left for the restaurant. It was not a hard, bare bottom punishment spanking but a short, sharp "warning" spanking, several firm swats on her panties. It was a warning to behave and be a good girl. Already, she had let Daddy down. Victoria's lower lip trembled. She felt just awful.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy," she bleated, plaintively. "I didn't mean to be naughty!"

  Daddy sighed and replied in a very firm, patient, even tone of voice.

  "Yes, you did, Vicky. You're not stupid. You were told to behave before we left home and warned the moment you began to act up. You willfully ignored your Daddy and started messing with the bread like a one year old baby. You're pushing your limits again."

  Victoria's face was scarlet. Of course, Daddy was right. That was exactly what she was doing. She pushed her limits all the time. And Daddy had warned her about that. She swallowed hard, thinking about the dreadful whippy switch which was kept for her very worst behavior.

  The waiter returned, bearing two steaming plates, steak for Daddy and meatballs for Victoria.

  "Your meatballs, sweetheart."

  Daddy smiled. Victoria spread her napkin over her lap and thanked the waiter nicely. She did not like meatballs. She had never liked them. She would have liked to have had a nice juicy slice of steak like Daddy but that was not little girl food. Little girl food was meatballs and gravy and mashed potato. She picked up her fork and began to eat her potato. Daddy's steak looked absolutely delicious. It wasn't fair. She knew, however, that any complaining or fussing would only get her into more trouble so she kept quiet.

  "How is your steak, Daddy?"

  Daddy would be pleased if she made an effort to make polite, grown-up conversation. He paused, a succulent-looking mouthful en route to his lips.

  "It's very nice indeed, thank you, Vicky. Now eat your meatballs, not just your mashed potato. Remember – I want to see a clean plate."

  Victoria stabbed a meatball, trying not to make a face. The texture made her feel all squirmy inside. She wanted steak. It wasn't fair. But she had to be a good girl. She would be a good girl and please Daddy. Slowly, reluctantly, she raised the dripping meatball to her mouth. If only she were allergic to meatballs. But she wasn't. She simply disliked them intensely.

  "Please may I have some ketchup, Daddy?"

  Some tomato sauce would help to disguise the taste. Daddy shook his head, his mouth full of yummy tender meat.

  "No, Vicky, you may not. You will eat your meatballs plain."

  Victoria sighed. She took a tiny nibble of the meatball. It tasted oily and the texture was gritty. Yuck. Daddy was being so mean. He knew she hated meatballs.

  The waiter paused by their table.

  "Is everything okay? How are your meatballs, darling?"

  Victoria smiled stiffly.

  "They're very nice, thank you."

  She knew Daddy would whip her bare bottom very hard if she caused a fuss. Little girls were supposed to be quiet and obedient and not give grown-ups any trouble. When the waiter had gone, Daddy laid down his knife and fork and looked very hard at Victoria. She could feel gravy on her lips.

  "Wipe your mouth with your napkin. If you sit there nibbling like a little mouse we will be here all night. Eat up."

  Victoria put down her fork.

  "But Daddy, it's so yucky. I hate meatballs. You know that." Her voice sounded horribly whiny. As soon as she had spoken she knew that she'd gone too far.

  Daddy sat back in his chair. Victoria knew that he was staring very intently at her, deciding what her punishment would be. She was too ashamed and nervous to meet his gaze. Humbly, she began to eat the awful meatballs, chopping each one into tiny fragments which she then enveloped in mashed potato. They weren't too bad when she ate them that way. As always, she had made a big fuss about nothing. Daddy was very quiet. She began to feel guilty again. When would she ever learn?

  "What a nice clean plate!"

  The waiter picked up the empty dish and looked inquiringly at Daddy.

  "Shall I bring the dessert menu?"

  "No, thank you, just the bill."

  When Daddy had paid for the meal he looked sternly at Victoria.

  "I had intended to allow you a small treat tonight, Vicky, a little something from the dessert menu. Needless to say, your antics put a stop to that."

  Victoria's heart sank. She really had let Daddy down at the restaurant. Maybe he would never take her out again and she'd have to eat all her meals at home in future.

  "Ti
me to go home. Put on your coat and button it right up to the neck. It's cold outside."

  They walked home through the damp November streets. Daddy was still very quiet. Victoria began to feel quite desperately miserable. She wanted to please Daddy more than anything in the whole world. It made her feel so happy and excited when he was pleased with her. So why did she keep testing her limits and being a naughty girl?

  When they reached home, Daddy unlocked the door and told Victoria to take off her coat and shoes and go straight to the sitting room. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes full of tears.

  "But Daddy..."

  Daddy placed a warning finger over her lips.

  "Enough, Victoria. Go to the sitting room and stand on the rug. I will not tolerate any more disobedience."

  Trembling, Victoria crept along the hallway and opened the sitting room door. A cheerful wood fire blazed in the fireplace, all ready for Daddy and Victoria to have their after-dinner coffee and a nice cuddle before bedtime. That was not going to happen. Victoria was going to be spanked for naughtiness instead. A tear squeezed out of one eye and rolled down her face. Daddy was going to take down her panties and spank her helpless little bare bottom until she screamed and cried like a two year old. And, worst of all, she had let him down again. Slowly, she walked to the fireside rug and stood by the punishment chair, head down, eyes focused on the pattern on the rug. Her hands were clasped demurely before her.

  After what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, Daddy entered the room and closed the door behind him. Victoria's heart began to pound. She could not bear to look up, just incase Daddy had brought the terrible whippy switch. The pattern on the rug began to look rather blurry as more tears filled her eyes and slid down her hot red cheeks. She could not speak. Daddy sat down in the punishment chair and Victoria could feel his eyes burning into her. Still, he said nothing. The silence was dreadful. Finally, he spoke.