by Adrian Amos
“Then what is wrong with you?” he asks. “If she'll do that, why are you stealing? And don't lie to me.”
It scares the shit out of me. You think that'd be enough to get me to stop, but like I said, I'm kind of a klepto. “It gives me a huge rush to steal, like an addiction, and try as I might, I haven't been able to curb it,” I admit.
“So you're blaming this on some sort of mental disorder?” he scoffs.
“I know it sounds like an excuse, but it's true.” I don't like having to confess my inner turmoil, but I have to stop him from pursuing the mom angle.
“So if I take you to a psychiatrist, you're willing to get help?”
I roll my eyes, sighing. “I don't know. They're all a bunch of quacks.”
Dave doesn't take my resistance lightly. “I'm not taking no for an answer. You're getting help or your mother's finding out about this.”
I reluctantly nod, not looking at him.
“Even if you do have a real problem—which I'm not even sure of—I think you need to be punished.”
Something strange inside my stomach happens: it roils, nervous with butterflies. I feel a surge of vulnerability, like I'm being blackmailed, but something in me is feeling excitement at the thought. It feels just like when I steal in the first place: getting caught is turning me on!
“Do you have the receipts?”
I swallow, shaking my head. “I threw them away.”
He's angry, nearly shouting. “Why would you do that?”
“I didn't want to get caught.”
“So you're saying I can't return any of this stuff?”
I shake my head, not responding.
“Great!” he says, exasperated. “Then whatever you bought is mine. It's my money, and you're not keeping any of this.” He goes for the bags behind me, upturning them and spilling the contents on the bed.
“Clothes? Snacks? Make up? This is what you wasted my money on?”
Oh no, he's going to see what's in the sex bag! This is so embarrassing! My stomach spins again as I glance at the bag behind me.
Finally, he gets to the bag, spilling all the naughty stuff I bought at the sex shop.
His eyes go wide and he takes a half-step back. “What the hell is this?”
He looks at me and I blush, biting my lip and looking at the ground.
“You bought a bunch of sex toys?”
I nod, “I was curious.”
He reaches down, picking up a box. “And condoms? Were you planning on having sex?”
I swallow, my guilt clear but not enough to get me to talk.
“Well?”
“Yes,” I finally mutter, “I didn't want to be a virgin anymore.”
He smirks, “You didn't want to be a virgin anymore, huh? It's that important to you?”
“Kind of,” I whisper.
He says nothing for a good 10 seconds, just staring at everything I bought. Then, suddenly, he sweeps his hand through it all, pushing it all off the bed.
“You might have a problem, but you're not getting off without a punishment.” He sits down on my bed, and as I turn to look at him, he grabs my wrist, yanking me to the side and then bending me over his lap.
“What are you doing?” I grunt as my stomach slaps into his knees. This is not the Dave I was expecting. He seems like such a pushover that when I imagined what it would be like when I got caught, it usually ended with a disappointing look and a wagging of his finger. I never thought he had the balls to do anything beyond that.
But I was wrong. “Since you're acting like a child, you're going to get spanked like a child.”
“What? No, stop!”
But Dave pulls up my skirt, exposing my g-string.
“Where did you get this?”
My face flushes red. “I stole it from the sex shop.” I went out shopping without underwear, knowing I wanted to be able slip something underneath my skirt easily. The white lace thong was the perfect thing, sexy and revealing for my first time with Liam.
But it's Dave that sees it before anyone else.
And the way he handles it is something I never dreamed of. He grabs the string that's sunk between my cheeks and pulls up on it, driving the fabric between my pussy lips. The sudden force sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body.
“What the fuck?!” I bite my lip and shut my eyes, trying to keep the pleasure from getting out of control.
“I told you, you're not keeping anything. You didn't buy it with my money, but you sure as hell don't deserve it.”
Using his strength, he give the string one good yank, ripping the band, pulling my panties off me in a single stroke.
“Oh my God!” I yell as the g-string tugs through my pussy hard before separating from me.
“Your mother may not be able to handle you, but your daddy knows exactly what you need.”
My face burns as I hear that word. “You are not my daddy!”
“Oh, yeah?” he says, as he places his hand on my bare ass. I clench, his touch on that area makes me tingle and seize up. I've never had a man touch me like that! “When I'm through with you,” he warns, “all you'll call me from now on is daddy.”
He raises his hand and slaps my ass, stinging my flesh as his large hand cups my cheek. I oomph, his strike so hard that I bounce forward along his legs.
I've never been spanked before in my life, never made someone so angry that they took it out on me. My dad was never around and my mom never cared enough to discipline me in any way. She just threatened me; that's all she was good for.
But Dave takes the initiative, bringing his fury down on my tiny ass, smacking me over and over without hesitation, without restraint.
I've never been spanked before, but I've definitely fantasized about it. I liked the idea of it; it felt so wrong, but I wanted a man to make me submit by bending me over and punishing me.
But God! That was a sexual fantasy! Now Dave is doing it to me because he legitimately wants to punish me.
I dreamed about this, but just like most fantasies, I thought that there's no way I'd actually want it to really happen to me. It's just something to get off to, where it's nothing but a faint desire.
But I was wrong. Each new slap to my ass makes my pussy quiver, and I begin to feel my slit moisten, my arousal spreading like fire. There's no way my brain can differentiate between reality and fantasy, igniting me to want my punishment, to desire more strikes from the man disciplining me.
I can't let Dave know that. I'd never live it down if he found out how horny it's all making me. I shut my mouth tight, concentrating as hard as I can to keep from uttering a single moan, from giving him even the slightest inkling that I might be enjoying his hand on my ass.
Dave stops, and I give a sigh of relief, ecstatic that I resisted alerting him to my pleasure. I got away scot-free!
But Dave pins me to his legs as he reaches over me for something on the floor. My eyes widen as I follow his hand. His fingers wrap around the handle of the pink paddle 'bitch' I bought, bringing it back up off the floor as he rights himself.
“That's the right word for you,” he says, reading the paddle's inscription.
“Why are you grabbing that?!” I panic.
“I told you, everything you bought is mine. So I'm going to use everything here as I see fit. This'll work perfectly.”
Oh God! You know exactly why I bought that! It was just a fantasy. He can't really be thinking about using that? His hand slapping me was already ratcheting up my pussy, so I have no idea how far the paddle might take me. I don't know if I can contain myself if he uses it.
“Please don't.”
“What's my name?”
“Dave, ple—“
I'm cut off as the paddle connects with me. The first smack of the leather paddle tells me I'm not going to be able to restrain myself much longer. The sting is sharp, making me yelp as I try to right myself on his lap, but I can barely move, his one forearm holding me down as his other swings at me.
“Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't hit me with the paddle.”
But he doesn't stop, and my pleas makes me weaker, the word 'daddy' like a gut punch that makes my stomach twist. Did I just turn myself on by calling him daddy? That's the last thing I want!
Then it happens. As he swings, the pressure in my pussy builds until I let out a tiny moan. I shut my eyes tight, embarrassed that he heard it.
But Dave doesn't notice as he continues swinging. I count my lucky stars, holding my breath that I'm still safe. That is, until 3 smacks later, when I let out another moan, this one much louder and much more passionate.
He holds his hand in the air, interrupting his swing. “Are you getting turned on from your spanking?”
“No, Dave, I—“
Dave swings down, slapping my ass once more. I let out an extended moan, caught off-guard as my flesh ripples in his grip.
“All right! Yes, daddy, yes, it's turning me on!” I admit, unwilling to hold back anymore.
“That's what I thought, babygirl.” He rubs his hand over my sore ass, caressing the stings with his warm paw. This time I moan not from his brutality, but from his care, his soothing and sensual hand.
Until his hand slips below, between my legs, and his fingers run through my slit. I buck my hips, his touch crossing my currents, firing electricity centering on my pussy.
“Oh—oh—oh fuck,” I moan, “What are y—oh God.”
“Since you took from me, I'm taking from you.” His fingers push inside, splitting my lips as he enters me. “The only thing of value you have is between your legs. I own this virginity. It's mine now.”
He thrusts his fingers, bending them and touching the wall between my pussy and ass, stroking it as his fingers move through me. Fuck, it feels so good! Dave inside me is like nothing I've ever felt.
“I think I need to loosen you up more before I fuck you.” He reaches down on the floor, picking something up that I can't see.
“Fuck me?!” Is he serious? Is he really going to stick his dick in me?
“That's the only way I'm taking your V-card, baby.”
“But you're my daddy!” I scream out, struggling on his legs, whipping my feet around, trying to stand. My pussy's soaking wet, but I can't possibly want him inside me, can I?
“Oh, I'm you're daddy now, am I? Before, you wouldn't even dare to call me that.”
“I—I—“ I stutter, unsure of what to say. I stop fighting him, going limp as I fight my feelings on the inside. I think I do want him. I think if I lost my virginity, this would be the perfect man to do it with. I don't want vanilla; I never have. I want a kinky, rough, taboo fucking! I've known it for a long time that I didn't want to settle for ordinary.
Now's my chance to prove it.
“Here you go, babygirl.” He spreads my legs, rubbing something soft and thick through my slit. “Let's try your gift you got yourself out.”
He has the dildo I bought!
He pushes it in, opening me up far wider than his fingers. It's painful and I cry out, but daddy slaps me on the ass. “Be quiet,” he says, “and take your punishment.”
The thick, dick-shaped dildo penetrates me, breaking the size barrier for my pussy, occupying all space inside me. I twitch as the pain is intense.
“Please, please, daddy! Slower please, it hurts!”
He doesn't say anything, but he takes it easier on me, giving me pause to adjust to the massive infiltrator. I take a deep breath, trying to accustom my pussy to the new sensation, especially before daddy gets tired of being nice. I focus on relaxing, and slowly but surely, the pain dissipates and is replaced by the soothing pleasure of fullness.
Then daddy starts moving the rubbery dick slowly, and the soothing pleasure becomes intense pleasure, sharper and more intoxicating, my pussy hugging the cock as it snags on me as it escapes.
Daddy spanks me, jostling the dick inside me, forcing me to seize my pussy around it and feel an intense tightness inside me. I cry out, moaning as daddy's hand is the aphrodisiac that makes my pussy beg.
“The little slut loves to be spanked.”
He slaps my ass and I can't help it, each whack like the button to my pleasure, constantly being pressed over and over.
“I do love it, daddy. I love it so much.”
He pulls the dildo out, dropping it on the floor. “I'm tired of toys. I need to play with you myself.”
He stands me up and pulls my blouse over my head, leaving me naked as he throws me to the bed. He falls on top of me, and like a man consumed, grabs my large tits and puts them in his mouth, squeezing them hard in his hands. He tastes me, eliciting his own moans as his tongue dances over my nipples.
“Baby, you taste fucking amazing. I could eat you all day.”
I convulse as daddy's words are like music to my ears. His lips on me; his tongue playing with me, his teeth grazing me. It's all overpowering, but it makes me beg him for more.
“Daddy, please eat my pussy. I want to know what it feels like.”
He looks up at me, smiling, “I'd fucking love to taste you down there, princess.”
He slides down, his face planting between my legs as his mouth kisses my lower lips. He runs his tongue between my folds, lapping at my pussy. The slimy movement of his mouth makes me bite my lip, and the flicking of the tip of his tongue over my clit forces the arch in my back, bending my spine to keep from exploding.
“That's good, that's good. Keep eating me.”
He continues to moisten my loins with his mouth, occasionally sucking on my clit—taking it in his mouth and pulling on it gently with his lips—and fucking me with his tongue as he sticks it in my hole.
Just as I feel like I'm about to come for the first time, my breathing and moans getting louder and faster, he pulls away, leaving me clutching for air.
“What?” I ask, my breathing ragged, “Why'd you stop?”
“No more play time,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, “You need a man's dick in you.”
He undoes the buckle to his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Out of his pants springs a snake, thick and throbbing, bobbing up and down as blood pumps through him.
“Wow,” is all I can say. His dick is massive! Way bigger than anything I've ever seen—maybe a good 8 inches, if I had to guess, and as thick as my wrist.
“Yeah, you better be ready for this monster.”
“I'm ready,” I say, my excitement showing through. I'm scared of his size, but I'm no longer scared of him being inside me. He's the man I want to fuck me into adulthood!
He picks the box of condoms up off the ground, looking it over and laughing, “Who the fuck has such a small pecker?”
Liam does. That's who they were meant for.
“Well, they're my condoms, so I might as well use them.” Daddy opens the pack of small condoms, pulling out a sealed package. He rips it open with his teeth, pulling out the small rubber sheath.
His dick is fully engorged, way too large for such small protection, but daddy tries to roll it on anyway; almost as if to demonstrate just how big he is, the condom immediately breaks, snapping the rubber and busting his cock straight through. The rubber ring hangs around his dick, broken, unusable, and ineffective.
“Well, that was a waste of good money. I guess I'm just going to have to fuck you like this.”
“Are you serious, daddy?” I ask as he leans over me, forcing me back onto the bed.
He stands at the side of the bed, hovering over me as I lie down. “Completely. I don't use them anyway. Fucks with the sensation.”
He grabs my legs and pushes into me before I can say anything, putting his raw dick into my soaking pussy, filling me with unprotected cock. He's warm as my pussy wraps around him, feeding on his bare skin.
“Don't come in me! What if you get me pregnant?”
“Oh, I'm coming all the way up in there. You should be happy if daddy gets you pregnant.” Daddy starts thrusting, bringing his massive dick in and out of me, forcing me to fall back as
he takes my body.
“At least it'll give you something to do with your life besides steal from me. It'll keep you nice”—he pushes his length all the way in, holding it there, flooding me with pleasure—“and busy.”
“Oh, daddy, you're fucking huge.” I can't believe I was going to settle for Liam's small dick! There's no way it feels anything like this; daddy's huge cock fills me up, spreading me apart at the seams, my pussy barely able to accommodate his thickness. But, goddamn, I'll make sure it learns!
Daddy grabs my wrists, pushing down on them, pinning them to my side and using them for leverage, plowing into me hard. His hips slap into mine, causing my legs to recoil against me. I tuck them in, but daddy grabs my legs and extends them up to his shoulders, stabilizing them, but also changing the angle of entry.
“Daddy, you're so deep!” His dick now feels like it's hitting me incredibly deep, like it's going to poke through my backside! Every thrust hits every inch of my pussy, the pleasure so sharp it's almost painful.
“Yeah, baby, take it. Take all of daddy's big dick.” Take it is all I can do as it pierces me like a sword, sticking me to the bed as daddy keeps my legs trapped against him. He leans forward, pushing my legs closer to me and somehow making it feel even more intense, his dick somehow getting bigger with every movement.
He slams his hips into me, pulling out slower but making sure he hits me harder as he goes back in. The slaps of our hips coming together is almost deafening in the small room.
Fuck being a virgin! This has to be the best thing I've ever felt; I can't believe I waited to experience this. I can't believe it took me so long to get a dick inside me. But who's to say it would have felt this good. It might just be that my daddy's got a magical cock, one that fits in my pussy perfectly, forcing me to be his little slut.
I am a slut, because I don't care how hard he fucks me: that's the best part! “Harder, daddy, harder! Take my virginity! Make me yours!”
As he fucks me as hard as he can, the overwhelming sensation comes back from before, but this time daddy doesn't stop, letting it build more and more and more until I can't take it anymore. I grab onto his arms as they hold me down and I brace myself for an explosive orgasm, one that rattles my body as daddy's dick pounds into me. I moan, unable to speak, as pleasure ricochets through me, fucking me up as it tears through my body.