Amanda's Dominant Daddy

by Maggie Carpenter

  “I think you just told a lie. Here’s another warning. A lie never ends well. Do you want to reconsider that statement?”

  “I’m just so embarrassed.”

  “Of course you are, that’s normal,” he said tenderly. “Now tell me, honestly, do you want me to spank you?”

  “Uh, yes,” she said in a tiny voice, “yes, I do. Oh, my gosh, I can’t believe I just said that. I’m a grown woman.”

  “Sometimes you are, but sometimes you’re a spoiled, willful, temperamental little girl, and you know that, right?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “And let’s not forget your attempt to seduce me out of spanking you. That, young lady, is also worthy of a red behind.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she mumbled, squirming on his lap.

  His hand suddenly landed with several hard, hot slaps.

  “Ow, ow! Ooh!”

  “What did I just tell you about lying?”

  “Okay, okay, you’re right. Ow!”

  “But the first thing I’m going to spank you for is your dreadful display of rudeness to that detective. Perhaps you’ll think twice before pulling crap like that again. Don’t yell too loudly. We don’t need the neighbors pounding on your door.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Swearing isn’t going to help you. There’s only one thing that will do that.”

  “What is it? Tell me?”

  “Nope. It will happen sincerely or not at all. You can wiggle as much as you want, but please refrain from putting your hands behind you. If you do, I’ll tie your wrists together.”

  “What? You’ll tie my-Ow-Ow-Ow-Ow.”

  Braxton’s hand had started flying from cheek to cheek, landing brisk stinging slaps. He wanted to make it clear from the outset that he wasn’t to be trifled with, and he intended to redden her backside and redden it well. She was wriggling in his grasp and yelping with every smack, but when he paused to lift the flimsy fabric and expose her bottom, he spied the tell-tale glisten of her excited pussy. His cock, already at half-mast, surged to life.

  “Please, no more,” she whimpered.

  “Why no more? Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Yes, I have, I swear!”

  “How can I be sure?”

  “I’ll call him tomorrow and apologize,” she promised. “I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

  “I almost believe you,” he said, smoothing his hand across her hot skin, surprised her apology had been so forthcoming.

  “I will, I’ll do it first thing.”

  “Ten more for good measure, and you’ll make that call in the morning before I leave. Understood?”

  “Yes, yes, understood,” she said earnestly.

  “Do you want these ten to be over fast, or do you want me to take my time?”

  “Fast, definitely fast.”

  “Very well. Hold on!”

  Wrapping her fingers around his ankle, she clenched her teeth. Being flipped over onto his lap had shocked her, and the first slap had shocked her even more, but the spanking! The spanking had hurt. His hand was hot and hard, and the sting it carried felt worse with every whack, but when he’d stopped and lifted her robe, in spite of the prickling burn, she’d ached for his finger to slip inside her slick seam and tease her clit. She’d never wanted her pussy to be touched so much in her entire life.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “I’m ready.”

  As his palm administered the volley of fiery kisses, she had to hold her breath to stop from loudly yelping. When he’d asked the question, fast or slow, she’d likened it to a Band-Aid; ripping it off had always been her preference, but this was different. Not only was it stinging like mad, it occurred to her that ten slow smacks might have carried their own unique brand of erotic pleasure.

  “Catch your breath,” he crooned as he finally finished and began caressing her glowing cheeks.

  “There’s more?” she whimpered, looking at him over her shoulder.

  “My dear Amanda, you tried to manipulate me, and you also tested me, remember?”

  “Can’t you spank me for those things tomorrow?”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Because you like me, and you have a merciful heart, and you know my bottom is already so sore.”

  “You have great composure considering this is your first spanking.”

  “I always perform well in a crisis,” she said with a low moan.

  “I’m not going to let you up just yet,” he warned, giving her a sharp pinch.

  “Ouch, what was that for?”

  “You’re still trying to get the better of me. I wasn’t born yesterday, Amanda.”

  Closing her eyes, Amanda let out a long gratified sigh. There was something enormously satisfying about what he’d just said. He was right. She’d tried to make him feel sorry for her but he’d seen right through her, and just as important, he didn’t fear her. He didn’t fear her temper or her brain, and he wasn’t threatened by her success.

  “This is for thinking you can get the better of me,” he said sternly, abruptly interrupting her thoughts, and starting anew he landed three slow smacks on each cheek, each slap carrying significant force.

  “You will not attempt to get your way by being dishonest or trying to manipulate me,” he scolded. “Believe me, I’ll know what you’re doing and your bottom will pay the price, understood?”

  “Ooh, yes, understood,” she promised through clenched teeth.

  “I hope so,” he said, whisking a series of firm spanks to her sit spot, “because I won’t let things slide.”

  “Ow, yes, I get it, I do, and I won’t do it again.”

  “A few more for good measure,” he proclaimed, “just to make sure I’m clear.”

  “You are, you are,” she insisted, wriggling on his lap.

  After dispatching several more smarting swats, he finally stopped and began to rub away the burn.

  “Such a naughty girl,” he crooned. “Did you really think you could stop me from spanking you by throwing yourself at me?”

  “A girl has to try,” she whimpered, “and I did… I do… really want you.”

  “I know, I can tell,” he smiled, gazing down at her soaked pussy.

  “Please, will you touch me?” she begged. “I’m aching for you.”

  “I know that too,” he purred, sliding his finger between her legs. “A spanking will do that.”

  “Ooh, thank you, ooh, that feels so good.”

  She was drenched, and as he slithered his finger deeper into her magical crevice to touch her clit, she let out a long, low moan.

  “Climb onto the bed on your hands and knees,” he said softly. “I’ll be right back.”

  He watched her crawl away, then rising to his feet, he hurried across the room to his bag and searched out a condom. Stripping quickly, he returned to the bed and kneeled behind her, and as he gazed down at her cherry-colored cheeks, he felt his fever take hold. Ripping open the packet, he smoothed the sheath over his rigid cock, separated her wonderfully wet lips with his thumbs, and gratefully pushed himself home. Her elated groan filled the room, and gripping her hips, he fucked her lustily, allowing his strokes to be directed by her sighs and bleats of pleasure, occasionally dropping his hands under her chest and sliding them under the flimsy lingerie to knead her full breasts and tweak her nipples.

  “I’m so close,” she mewled, “fuck me hard.”

  “I don’t take orders,” he growled through clenched teeth. “You say please and thank you.”

  His orgasm was looming, and he longed to pummel her into oblivion, but he was determined to retain control and make his expectations clear.

  “Ooh, please, will you?” she begged, his strict edict sending a rush of energy surging through her sex.

  “Will you be a good girl?”

  “Yes, yes, I promise.”

  He plunged forward, and as his climax loomed, her cry of release sent him over the edge. His cock j
erked in its sheath, shooting forth his essence as she howled her ecstasy into a pillow, and when her body shuddered with its last spasm, his flaccid member fell away and he collapsed next to her. They were both breathless and for a moment neither spoke, but when she shifted and moved against his body, he brought his arm around her and pulled her against him.

  “Holy crap,” she panted.

  “You okay?”

  “I think so. I mean, yes, but…”

  “But? There’s a but?”

  “A very sore one,” she mumbled.

  “I see,” he replied, taking a deep breath.

  “No, I mean, I feel…”

  “Go on.”

  “Weird.”

  “Not used to having someone else in charge?”

  “No. It’s weird, but it’s wonderful. Shockingly, amazingly wonderful,” she sighed.

  “Hey,” he said softly, squeezing her tightly, “this is just the beginning.”

  “Do you promise?”

  Her voice was tinged with fear. She was suddenly vulnerable. In spite of her many accomplishments and tough façade, she was still a woman with a heart, and surrendering control was big thing, a very big thing, a huge thing.

  “I promise,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Chapter Nine

  Amanda was woken from sleep by Braxton pressing against her from behind and his firm fingers kneading her breasts. Gently rolling her over, he devoured her nipples before sliding inside her hungry pussy and leisurely pumping until she was begging for release. Resting in each other’s arms, they dozed for a short time, cloaked in a warm, intimate contentment, and a short time later, standing under the stream of steaming water from her overhead waterfall shower as he soaped her body, she grinned as her bottom smarted. Stepping from the shower, she was amazed that she wasn’t totally exhausted. She’d only slept about four hours but she felt wide awake. It had been an amazing night. Never before had she felt so cared for and protected, and being with him had felt right, as though they shared a unique connection. It had been heaven.

  A short while later, Braxton sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee as she called the police department, and though she hadn’t been able to speak to the detective personally, she left a sincere apology on his voicemail. Rising to his feet, Braxton walked across to her and hugged her tightly, and as she leaned against his hard chest, she felt as if it was the safest place on earth.

  “I love being in your arms,” she murmured. “Sleeping with you last night was incredible.”

  “Mmm, I agree,” he purred. “Speaking of last night, I changed the code on the alarm. It’s Halloween. 1031.”

  “That’s easy to remember, thank you.”

  “I almost forgot to tell you. I was distracted by a manipulative little girl who needed a spanking.”

  His words sent a thrill through her body, and letting out a happy sigh she clung to him, refusing to let him go as he started to pull back.

  “Easy there, angel.”

  “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so obvious about how I’m feeling, but I can’t help it.”

  “Please don’t hold back. I love that you’re so forthright. Don’t ever stop being straight with me.”

  “I won’t. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

  “I’m going to have to hit the road, but don’t forget to change your locks, and you need to secure that back gate. It’s not safe leaving it like it is.”

  “You’re right,” she murmured, wishing they could go back upstairs, climb into bed, and spend the rest of the day there. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Of course,” he said, pulling back and staring down at her. “What did I just say about being straight with me?”

  “It’s a bit embarrassing.”

  “More than being over my knee getting your bare bottom spanked?”

  “Ooh, why did you say that?” she groaned, falling back against him.

  “It was too tempting not to,” he chuckled. “I really do need to get going, so tell me what’s on your mind?”

  “I love it when you call me little girl.”

  “Is that right? Hmm, you’ve given me an idea.”

  “I have?”

  “You have, but we’ll talk about it later. I’m afraid have to go,” he said reluctantly, then gripping a handful of hair, he gently pulled it back, lowered his lips, and drifted his mouth over hers with a soft, warm, loving kiss. “I’ll call you later today. You be good.”

  “I’ll try,” she sighed, and walked with him to the front door, hating to see him leave.

  As she readied herself for work she couldn’t stop smiling, and she didn’t care that the traffic was heavy. Nor did she care that Braxton was an actor or that there was an age difference. Accelerating through an yellow light, she realized she couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so truly, deeply happy, and every time she recalled a moment from the night before, her belly flipped in the most extraordinary way.

  “Braxton was right. I’m spine-tinglingly alive, and it’s only just beginning.”

  “Morning, Miss Anderson.”

  Startled, Amanda looked up. She’d been so preoccupied she’d been driving on auto-pilot, and had arrived at the guard shack.

  “Oh, morning, Nate.”

  “Looks like another beautiful Southern California day,” he remarked, pushing the button that lifted the barrier arm.

  Nate always had a comment about the weather. Looks like rain, looks like a chilly one, interesting clouds this morning. Amanda would smile politely and drive forward, but she paused and stared up at him.

  “You’re right about that,” she said happily. “A truly beautiful day.”

  Nate had been lifting the barrier for the attractive female executive for several years, and while she was always polite, she rarely said more than two words. Her response took him by surprise, and as he looked more closely he noticed her cheeks were pink and her eyes were sparkling.

  “Did you close a big deal?” he grinned.

  “The biggest,” she laughed. “Have a great day.”

  Watching her drive away, the guard shook his head and chuckled.

  “Methinks the woman has met a man. About time!”

  Continuing through the studio lot to the building that housed the production company, Amanda shifted in her seat, delighted that her bottom was deliciously tender, and as she pulled into her assigned parking space, she couldn’t help but giggle.

  “I never thought I’d ever think of my bottom as being deliciously tender,” she muttered under her breath, and picking up her briefcase, she headed inside.

  The executive office suite had been recently renovated and the reception area was sleek and contemporary. While the decorator had been highly praised for the abstract metal artwork and modern Danish furniture, Amanda had found it cold and impersonal. She’d bucked the trend and made sure her office reflected her home: traditional, warm, and inviting. Her decision hadn’t been readily accepted, but Amanda being Amanda refused to capitulate, and the powers that be had grudgingly agreed it was her work space and she could have it as she wished.

  That’s the way it was with Amanda Anderson, and it drove her bosses crazy, but her ability to stick to her guns was what made her such a valuable asset. She would grind her opponents down until they’d throw up their hands and give her whatever she wanted. Nothing fazed her. No amount of threats carried water with her, and the president of the company, Todd Herman, respected her tremendously.

  “Morning, Anna,” Amanda sang as she passed the receptionist.

  “Morning, Miss Anderson.”

  Moving airily down the hallway, she reached her office, and as she opened her door and waltzed inside, her assistant, Jeremy Blake, a cheery and sometimes frighteningly wise young man, jumped from his desk and followed her into her inner sanctum.

  “Someone’s in a good mood,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

  “I haven’t said a word,” she declared, turning around and staring
at him.

  “You don’t have to. I’ve been with you long enough to know when there’s a jiggle in your jive,” he said with a wry grin. “How’s the car?”

  “Still haven’t heard, but are you ready for the first priority today? Arrange a locksmith to go to my house and change all the locks.”

  “Will Miriam be there?”

  “Miriam is the reason I’m changing my locks,” she exclaimed. “That woman was sneaking her boyfriend into the east wing and carrying on an affair.”

  “You must be joking.”

  “Do I look like I’m joking? I caught them last night.”

  “Seriously? By yourself? You’re brave, oh, wait a minute. Did you have help?” he asked suggestively.

  Amanda had been unpacking her briefcase, and looking up, she saw the wicked glint in his eye.

  “Jeremy, enough with the interrogation, just get it done. Obviously you’ll need to be there so try to schedule when I’m in some endless meeting, and by the way, the new security code for the alarm is 1031.”

  “Oh, Halloween, my favorite holiday, how cool.”

  “Get onto it right away. If the woman was brazen enough to sneak her boyfriend into my house, she may have made copies of my key.”

  “Will do. Here’s your schedule for the day. As usual you’ll be a busy bee!”

  “Thanks,” she said, taking the sheet of paper and scanning the meetings. “Wait. I know I told Erick Weintraub I’d take the Peter Steinberg meeting because he had to leave for Europe, but I thought it wasn’t until next week. Why the change?”

  “Peter Steinberg called and said the project is now being pushed full steam. Jim Bailey is attached, remember?”

  “Shit, that’s right. I’d love to get Jim Bailey on a picture here.”

  “That’s why I rescheduled. Oh, and he claims Seaspray Pictures is their first choice.”

  “Peter Steinberg would say that, just as he’s undoubtedly saying it to everyone else he’s calling. What’s the name of the script?”

  “One Autumn Day.”

  “Terrible title,” she remarked, powering up her computer.