SMARTS!

by Jay Lawrence

  "Sweet dreams, precious."

  "Sweet dreams, Daddy."

  Daddy closed the bedroom door. He would take a long warm bath and hop into bed when Victoria was sound asleep, not before. She would learn that his word was law and that she couldn't always have exactly what she wanted, even if it was something she was accustomed to receiving. Daddy actually enjoyed spoiling his little girl but he didn't want a spoiled girl. There was a big difference.

  "What a day!"

  Daddy strode down the hall and into the bathroom. A pair of Victoria's skimpiest panties hung on a rail inside and he almost wished he had let her put on her naughty nightdress. After all, she was so eager to please when she knew she was in the wrong. He thought of her warm, velvety mouth descending over his cock and groaned. She gave wonderful blow jobs when she had been punished for naughtiness. But no. Daddy's word was supposed to be law. Daddy ran a deep bath and soaked in it for a while. No sounds issued from the bedroom. It seemed that Victoria had been a good girl and gone to sleep in her ugly pink pajamas. Daddy looked at the skimpy see-through panties on the drying rack. Mmm.

  In the bedroom, Victoria lay wide awake, her fingers moving furtively beneath the bedclothes. She slid her hand beneath the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and cupped her slick little pussy. She was so unbelievably horny. Her bottom felt very hot and sore and the thought that Daddy loved her enough to punish her hard when she was disobedient was the biggest aphrodisiac of all. Victoria wriggled her welted bottom against the sheet and let out a tiny moan. She really needed to release her sexual tension. She had to have an orgasm.

  Back in the bathroom, Daddy was soaping a pretty impressive erection. The thought of Victoria's tight little bottom squirming beneath the switch and her wonderful acceptance of the punishment made Daddy extremely aroused. Slowly, he lathered his cock, enjoying the slippery sensation of the soapy lather on his skin. He listened for sounds from the bedroom and almost thought he heard a little squeak but his ears might have been playing tricks on him.

  Victoria also strained her ears to hear whether Daddy had finished his bath and was draining the tub. Her wicked little fingers moved rapidly beneath the covers, masturbating as fast and hard as she could. She couldn't help herself, it was just too exciting. Her fingers rubbed wildly at her swollen deep pink clit and she made little fucking motions with her hips to speed up the process. She had to come. She had to get some release. Her eyes were closed tight with the effort and another little moan escaped her parted lips as she approached her climax.

  Daddy continued massaging his erection. It was slightly frustrating. He had sent Victoria to bed early and now he had a prize-winning hard-on that he really would have liked to have plunged deep into his little girl's hot wet pussy. Daddy thought of Victoria in her sweet little baby doll nightdress, all sheer fabric and lace trim and ribbons. He grasped his cock and pumped hard. Victoria's nipples pushing against the fine white fabric, her thighs all smooth beneath the lacy hem. Her legs up over her head as Daddy fucked her little brains out...

  Victoria was reaching the point of no return. Her fingers appeared to have a life of their own, quite disconnected from her brain. They kept up a fast, hard rhythm. Victoria's pussy was as wet as it had ever been, slick and juicy. She paused to dip her fingertips into her honey and then carried on, gasping and grinding her aching, throbbing bottom against the sheet. She was going to come.

  Daddy pumped his cock hard and fast, his gaze fixed on Victoria's skimpy panties. Oh God, her bottom looked so good in them, all firm and round and oh so spankable. Daddy's balls were tight, he was ready to shoot his load. He let out a long animalistic groan. His cock was swollen, rigid and ready to erupt.

  Victoria reached the point of no return. She was a well punished little girl with a very hot, sore bottom and she wanted to be Daddy's little fuck toy and she wanted to be so obedient yet she kept on being naughty...

  "Fuck me, Daddy!" screamed Victoria, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hips grinding madly against the sheet.

  In the bathroom, Daddy let out a long low groan as a large spurt of semen dribbled into the suds. He heard Victoria's scream and knew exactly what it was. The little minx. Daddy pulled the plug and stepped out of the tub, wrapping his dripping body in a toweling robe. He marched along the hallway, leaving damp footprints on the carpet. He threw open the bedroom door and snapped on the light. Victoria lay staring at the ceiling, her eyes rather glazed.

  "And just what do you think you are up to, young lady?"

  Daddy tried to make his voice stern but it almost cracked with amusement. Victoria's bottom lip trembled.

  "I had a bad dream, Daddy."

  Daddy sat on the edge of the bed.

  "I see. A nightmare that makes you cry out 'fuck me, Daddy'. Fascinating."

  Victoria's face went as red as her bottom.

  "I said that in my sleep?"

  She giggled nervously.

  Daddy stared at Victoria.

  "Victoria, I know exactly what you were up to."

  Victoria blushed even harder. There was no point denying it.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was so..."

  "Horny?"

  Victoria giggled again. She realized by the tone of Daddy's voice that she was not in too much trouble. Daddy understood that naughty little girls who had just had their bare bottoms thoroughly switched for disobedience could get very, very excited.

  "Pull down your pajama bottoms and get over my knees."

  Victoria's eyes opened wide. A spanking on a painfully welted bottom would be very sore.

  "I didn't mean to be bad again, Daddy! You didn't say not to finger myself!"

  Daddy almost laughed out loud. The expression on Victoria's face was an absolute picture. He had to force his voice to be stern.

  "Pajama bottoms down, Victoria. If they aren't already, that is. And get over my knees."

  "Yes, Daddy."

  Victoria did as she was told, wincing as she wriggled around to lower her pajama bottoms. Her bottom really did hurt. Meekly, she slid out from beneath the bedcovers and maneuvered herself to lie across Daddy's knees. Daddy admired the redness and welts of his little girl's well-whipped behind. He began to caress Victoria's bottom, making her moan and squirm.

  "So, my naughty little girl decided she had to play with herself, did she?"

  Daddy traced the thin, raised welts on Victoria's bottom with the very tip of one forefinger and she shuddered with pleasure.

  "Victoria likes having a scarlet, soundly-whipped little bare bottom?"

  Victoria groaned, an unintelligible blend of "yes" and "no". She didn't want Daddy to think she wanted another painful switching. Daddy continued gently stroking the contours of her bottom, tracing delicate patterns up and down the cleft of her buttocks, approaching her pussy but never actually touching it. Victoria began to grind her hips and pant, trying to push her hot moist cunt towards Daddy's tickling fingers.

  "Daddy's little girl is still hot for it, isn't she?"

  Victoria's bottom clenched and relaxed in little spasms. She didn't know whether Daddy was going to spank her again or just tease her. It was torture. Her clit was swollen again and she wanted another orgasm. Daddy's wicked fingers continued to play with her squirming bottom, caressing welts and almost but not quite sliding into her helplessly wriggling pussy.

  "Daddy, please!"

  "Did you want something, my angel?"

  Victoria clenched her teeth. Her clit was full and hard, tingling. She was very, very wet.

  "Yes, Daddy!"

  Daddy planted a little playful swat on Victoria's bottom and she leapt like a fish. Even a tiny spank could hurt on a very sore bottom.

  "What does my little precious want?"

  Victoria's bottom ground wildly, making rapid fucking motions, urging Daddy's searching fingers to enter her slippery pussy.

  "I want to come again, please!"

  "Again? Why, isn't that a little greedy, my love?"

  Victoria squ
awked in frustration.

  "Please, Daddy!"

  Daddy smiled and slid his free hand under Victoria's body. He began to rub her bursting little clit at the same time as gently spanking her with his other hand. Mmm, she was so wet. It felt so good. His cock rose to the occasion, pressing hard against Victoria's writhing hips.

  "Ooh, yes, Daddy!"

  He had hit the spot. Victoria shrieked.

  "Ooh! Yes! Yes!"

  She shuddered her second orgasm, coming hard, her hot, welted bottom squirming frantically against Daddy's spanking hand. Daddy took a deep breath. It was time for his repeat performance.

  "On your knees, Victoria. Suck me."

  Victoria slid to the carpet and parted Daddy's damp robe. His cock immediately sprang to attention and she clasped it with both hands. It was very, very hard.

  "You will suck me and you will swallow every last drop like a good little girl."

  Victoria placed her lips over the head of Daddy's cock. Her bottom throbbed.

  "That feels so good, precious."

  Victoria began to suck Daddy's cock. She enjoyed giving him a blow job when she had a sore bottom as it made her feel especially submissive and aroused. Daddy's balls were very swollen and full, all ready to shoot another load of creamy come into her mouth. Victoria did her very best. Up and down went her little head, bobbing rhythmically over Daddy's rigid shaft until he began to groan.

  "That's it, sweetheart. Nearly there..."

  He was so hard. It felt so good. She was such a good little cock sucker.

  With a shout, Daddy ejaculated into Victoria's mouth and like a good girl she swallowed every last drop.

  "Jesus Christ."

  "Was that a good one, Daddy?"

  Victoria looked up at him, all wide eyed and smiling. Daddy leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the end of her nose.

  "Angel, you were a very, very good girl. Daddy feels much better for that. Now, hop back into bed. Maybe I will read you a bedtime story, after all."

  Victoria looked delighted.

  "Ooh, thank you, Daddy! Can we have The Story of O?"

  "Of course, precious."

  Daddy took the book from the shelf and waited for Victoria to climb back into bed and get comfortable. She looked very happy and relaxed and he had a feeling of great satisfaction. Little girls could be a lot of work at times but he wouldn't change anything about their life together, not for the world. Victoria looked up at him as he held her close and opened the book.

  "I love you, Daddy."

  "I love you too, sweetpea."

  TIGER STRIPES

  "Take your panties down, Beth, and bend over the sink!"

  "But Jim–"

  "Just do it, there's a good girl. You know you want to."

  Jim has been spanking me for almost a year now. Jim is my boss. I'm a stylist at a beauty salon in a small town where everybody knows everyone else's business. Somehow our spanking sessions haven't become front page news–yet. Jim's the owner and the manager. He used to have an oyster farm but that went under. Now he goes after a different kind of fish.

  "Beg for it, Beth. Let me hear you plead for a butt warming."

  "Spank me! Oh, please sir–spank my naughty bare bottom!"

  Jim insists I wear very short skirts to work. I can feel his eyes on my hips when I bend over to shampoo a client or if I drop something on the floor. Dropping is a spankable offence. Today I was careless, clumsy with PMS, and several items ended up on the tiles. Sometimes I drop things on purpose but I'm careful, because I know Jim knows me oh so well. He's almost a lifetime spanker, starting as a senior at high school. He knows how to make a naughty girl squirm.

  "Get those panties off–now."

  Jim's voice has changed, becoming theater-menacing. A delicious shiver runs the length of my spine. Meekly, delighted, I ease my moistened panties over my hips and down the length of my thighs.

  "Today I'm going to give you tiger stripes on your bare bottom, Beth. Do you know why I'm going to do this?"

  The shivering is now a full-fledged tremble. I step out of my panties and instinctively spread my legs. An insistent little heartbeat has started deep within the hot velvety confines of my pussy.

  "Because I dropped something, sir?"

  Jim laughs, the kind of hard-edged sound that a gangster in an old movie might utter just before he blew some guy's brains out. My stomach turns over.

  "Because I feel like it, Beth."

  Jim places the palm of his right hand on the small of my back and pushes me forward over the shampoo sink. I can feel cool air on the backs of my thighs and on my naked unprotected rear. Helplessly, I squirm my hips, desperate for my spanking to start. The waiting part is the hardest. Jim likes to make me suffer, knowing I'll come all the stronger with a little judicious delay. My mouth is dry and my heart is pounding in my chest.

  "You really do have a lovely ass, girl."

  "Thank you, sir."

  Already, my orgasm is beginning to build. Jim flips my skirt right up, so I'm nude from waist to ankles. My pussy lips are swollen, pulsing with primal desire. I can smell shampoo and conditioner, sweet almond scented, as I brace the palms of my hands near the faucet.

  "Wiggle your ass for me, Beth. Dance for your stripes."

  Almost impossibly excited, I begin to jiggle my bottom for my boss. Without sounding too vain, I know I have a really nice bottom. My buttocks are round but firm, which Jim says is the perfect combination in a spankee. He likes to make me do a "naughty girl" dance (or a "silly girl" dance, if I've made some really idiotic mistake). Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Each time my hips sway and grind against the lip of the sink a tiny electric shock surges through my clit. Sometimes Jim makes me kneel on the shampoo chair for my spanking but today I'm standing in my tight top, flipped up skirt and high-heeled pumps.

  Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

  "Do you know how I'm going to give you tiger stripes, Beth?"

  It's hard to speak when you're so aroused. I don't want to have to think. I want every ounce of energy to pool between my thighs. I mumble something incoherent and a sharp smack on my bottom brings me back to reality.

  "I'm going to take my big brown belt to your naughty little bare bottom, Beth. How do you feel about that?"

  For a moment, my hips are still. I can see Jim's big brown leather belt in my mind's eye. I can see his broad strong fingers playing with the buckle, a habit he has adopted to get me hot when there's nothing either of us can do about it. He likes to make my panties wet when I'm with a client. I swallow hard and almost moan my response.

  "I want you to take your belt to my bare bottom, sir."

  This is a first. He has intimated it so many times, like the ultimate in kinky threats. It turns me on but I'm also a little scared. It's that balance of sex and nerves that makes spanking so hot. My pussy is opening like a flower, the soft lips like dewy petals. I'm slick with honey.

  "Raise your ass for me, Beth. Right up. That's a good girl."

  I gasp as Jim's cool hands grasp my buttocks and lift them up, cupping them appraisingly. This is such a thrill for both of us. It's odd but, when we're playing our spanking game, it's as if I can sense his pleasure and arousal as surely as I can feel my own. I am now teetering on my high-heeled pumps, bent forwards at a right-angle over the sink. He loves to catch me just a little off-balance, making the experience even more unnerving yet as thrilling as a fairground ride.

  I catch my breath as Jim unbuckles his belt. I've daydreamed of this moment when I've been shampooing some lady's hair at the sink or blow-drying a client. I've imagined the menacing metallic click of unbuckling and the sinuous swish of the belt coming off.

  "Oh, God!"

  Wickedly, teasingly, Jim briefly caresses my snatch and I violently jolt as if I've been plugged into the electric circuit. Tears of frustration fill my eyes. I desperately want to come and he hasn't started to strap me yet. I've had old-fashioned spankings with the palm of his hand. I've had a sharp hot switchin
g with a ruler. Each time he teases me before he starts. He wants me to beg for it. He wants me to be so ready for it that I'll do anything to feel the sweet biting pleasure pain.

  "I'm going to make your ass so sore you won't be able to sit on it for a week."

  I nod, unable to reply. I can feel Jim tense behind me. I know the whipping is about to begin. I close my eyes and raise my bare bottom up, as far as I can without losing my balance. A rush of air and sound and crack! I bleat like a lamb as the first stroke lands on my unprotected rear. The first one is always a shock and it hurts. My body bucks and undulates as if I'm simultaneously trying to move closer and further away. I want this spanking. I need this spanking. I crave Jim's discipline on my bare behind.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Now I'm squealing and moaning as the sharp heat of the sharp leathery strokes swiftly turns into a deep throbbing pleasure. Spanking is like a heavy sexual massage. The rhythm of the smacks vibrates your crotch, tunes your cunt to a fever pitch.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  My ass is jiggling like Jello and I don't care.

  "You liking this, slut?"

  I can't answer but to moan and whisper "yes".

  I love it. I want it. I crave it.

  Smack, smack, smack.

  My pussy is poised on the brink, brimming with juice, swollen, hot, ready for anything.

  "Come, you wild little bitch. Come for your master."

  My clit is bursting. Heat surges in my ass and my face. I clasp the faucet, knocking over the shampoo bottle. I begin to scream as my orgasm breaks like a hot pulsing wave.

  "Yes, oh God, yes, oh yes..."

  I can hear Jim unzipping his pants. Now he's going to fuck me from behind while my ass is still red hot. The belt slips to the floor and his hands are cool on my bottom. I jolt again and again with aftershocks as he traces the swollen, throbbing curves of my ass. I feel the tip of his cock press against my anus. Briefly, he teases me, pushing against my

  tight virgin hole, then he roughly slides himself into my dripping cleft. I've never felt a cock as hard as his. When it's hard, it's like an iron rod. Grasping the sink, he starts to thrust and I cry out again, shrieking his name. He can't last long but while it lasts, it's the perfect fuck. Every inch of his cock massages my molten cunt and it's no time until we're both shouting an intense orgasm. I feel like I'm going to pass out, it's so strong. Every cell of my body is on fire.