by Maren Smith
“I-I guess so,” she said, “but maybe since it’s been a while, you could, I don’t know, go easy on me?”
This time I did more than smile. I laughed out loud. “What sort of Daddy would I be if I fell for that?” I asked when her head turned back and she attempted to glare at me.
“A nice one?” she suggested.
I laughed and bent down to kiss her before straightening again. “Babygirl, I have missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
“Good, then how about we get this done so we can have a proper reunion?” I said.
“Okay,” she said and lowered her head and lifted her ass as if to hurry me along. Not that I needed any such encouragement.
The preliminaries over, the routine reestablished, I gave her the spanking she’d earned. No matter the reunion I was definitely looking forward to, my hand continued to lift and lower, peppering every single inch of her ass as it pinkened and then began to redden and still I smacked my palm against her flesh. There was far less jiggle than I remembered, but her squeals and mewls followed by her pleas for me to stop were exactly the same as was her feeble attempt to swim off my lap.
“Settle down, Hanna,” I said, pausing long enough to pull her tighter into my waist while lifting my knee to tilt her further forward.
“Daddy, please… not there!” she cried when her own memory correctly identified the move as one that exposed her vulnerable sit spots.
“Yes, there,” I said, stroking my fingertips along the sensitive crease where the curve of her buttocks met her thighs. “I want you to remember this spanking every time you sit down tonight.”
“I’ll remember,” she promised, her head bobbing vigorously.
“Let’s just make sure, shall we?” I said and then brought my hand down. These swats were hard and fast, the sound of flesh smacking flesh popping in the air like fireworks though her squeals were not of delight at seeing the burst of colors exploding.
“Don’t you ever, ever, run away from me again, young lady,” I said, alternating from side to side with every word. “No matter what happens, we will handle things together, is that understood?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy! I won’t ever run again!”
She was far too precious to me to let her off so easily. Tilting her even further forward until her toes left the floor and her nose almost touched it, I dragged her panties down her legs and once free of her feet, tossed them aside before beginning to color the backs of her thighs. She broke then, her sobs ones that released the emotions she’d been holding inside for a year, her tears dripping onto the carpet beneath her. By the time I splayed my fingers against her ass again, every inch of her from the beginning of the split in her ass to her knees was hot and scarlet. For the first time in a year, my little Hanna was a very well-spanked, very contrite little girl. Lifting her up, I flipped her over and settled her on my knee. She gave a louder wail of discomfort as her ass was forced to take her bodyweight. She’d been punished enough so I lifted her again, moving so that she straddled my lap instead, her ass hanging in open air between my spread legs.
“Shh, you’re okay,” I said, pressing her head to my chest before running my hand up and down her spine.
This was another thing I hadn’t even realized how much I’d missed until right at this moment. Holding her while she cried against me, I didn’t regret giving her the spanking that had caused those tears, but appreciated the fact that she trusted me enough to punish her in the first place. I didn’t rush her, content to simply rock her in my arms, allowing her to draw comfort from me even as I drew it from her. I didn’t know how long it was before her tears stopped and her sobs became sniffles. Realizing I wasn’t as prepared as I should be, I stood, one arm around her waist, the other beneath her ass. Her legs instantly wrapped around me, her hands going to my shoulders.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know,” she said with complete conviction.
Smiling, I walked across the room, entered the bathroom and loved her surprised squeal when her hot flesh met the cool surface of the marble countertop as I set her down. Plucking a tissue from the box, I held it to her nose.
“Blow.”
Her cheeks flushed but when she lifted her hand to take the Kleenex and I shook my head, she sighed, sniffed and then obeyed. Once her nose was clear, I threw the tissue away and picked up a washcloth. She watched as I turned on the tap and ran the cloth beneath the cool water. Wringing it out, I smiled and she closed her eyes, allowing me to wipe her tears away. Brushing the damp curls away from her face, I leaned in to kiss her forehead.
“Better?”
Her eyes opened and the smile she gave me almost stopped my heart.
“Better will be when our naughty bits get on with that reunion you promised me,” she said.
I burst out laughing, any remaining tension finally disappearing. My snarky little one was not only better; she was absolutely perfect.
Reaching around her, I found the zipper on her dress and dragged it down. “Arms up,” I said and once she’d lifted them, I pulled the dress up and over her head. The pink bra matched her panties and, like them, wound up on the floor as I dropped it. When her arms lifted to cover her breasts, I immediately took them and pressed them down to her sides.
“No way. I’ve been waiting a year to see you again,” I chastised, trusting her to keep her palms on the marble as I lifted my hands away to cup her breasts in my palms. I adored her shudder and the soft mewl she gave as I brushed my thumbs across nipples that were already furling tighter into hard little buds. I loved it even more when her head tilted back, brown and red curls brushing her spine as my head bent to place a kiss on each peak before drawing one into my mouth and suckling hard.
Her hands lifted then, not to cover herself, but to twine her fingers into my hair, holding my head to her breast as if afraid I would leave. There was no chance in hell that would happen as I continued to feast, moving from nipple to nipple until both were swollen and her breasts were heaving with her every breath.
“Oh… oh, God,” she moaned as I went to my knees on the tiles, dragging her ass forward on the counter before pushing her thighs apart.
“Daddy, remember?” I said and grinned as she blushed hotly but nodded.
“I remember,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “I remember these beautiful silver strands,” she said, brushing against the hair at my temples.
Grinning, I said, “And I remember these beautiful sweet curls,” before bending forward to kiss those precious curls between her legs before taking her feet and draping them over my shoulders. Her hands left my hair to brace behind her as she leaned back, offering herself to me. Never one to reject a gift, I grinned and added, “And the delicious naughty bits they conceal,” a moment before I broadened my tongue, took a long slow swipe up her sex and began to feast.
“Oh… oh, Daddy,” she moaned, every sound going straight to my cock which pressed hard against the zipper of my pants. Circling the nub of her clit caused her body to jerk and my heart to soar. Getting her off was the greatest pleasure in my life and one I intended to enjoy to its fullest. My fingers joined the play, running between the lips of her sex to splay her open further, her cream soon soaking my finger as I began to tease her by entering her just the barest bit.
“More… more, Daddy,” she begged, pushing her hips up.
Lifting my head while pulling my finger totally free, I shook my head. “Who makes the decisions here?”
Green eyes swimming in lust met mine and she whispered, “You do, Daddy… but—”
“No buts. Just rewards for being such a sweet girl,” I said, sliding back into her, this time not stopping until I could go no further, the walls of her pussy clamping hard around my finger. She was so tight, so needy that I knew that what she’d said had been true. She’d never stopped loving me and had never taken another lover since leaving me. God, I loved this woman. Dropping my head again, I drew her clit back between my li
ps, raking across the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves with the edges of my teeth. Her velvet walls clamped harder around my finger, her mewl of distress loud as I withdrew it, her moan of satisfaction ever so gratifying as I added another finger, pushing them both back inside her. Her thighs quivered around my head, her feet drummed against my back as I tasted every single inch of her, licking each crevice, nibbling on her lips and her clit as I continued to finger fuck her slowly.
Her chant of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy fulfilled me in ways I couldn’t begin to explain as I drove her to the edge again and again, ignoring my own need as I pleasured her. Drawing my free hand up, I split her cheeks apart and twisting the fingers in her pussy, I moved my thumb to the small, puckered opening of her ass that the splayed fingers of my other hand made easily accessible. Her cream assured the little hole was quite slick, but I knew it was going to resist. I also knew that wouldn’t stop me.
“Relax,” I instructed after giving her sex another long slow swipe of my tongue. “Let me in.”
Not waiting for her response as one wasn’t truly required, I began to push my thumb into her ass. Her sharp gasp I couldn’t stop, but the attempt to pull herself away was easily controlled with no more than a quick slap against an ass that was still very tender from her spanking.
“No,” I said, lifting my head to find her bottom lip had disappeared between her teeth, her eyes far too alert, wary in a way that didn’t communicate pleasure. “Trust me, Hanna. Remember, I’d never harm you.”
“I-I know. I trust you, Daddy.”
“Then open for me,” I instructed softly. With her nod, I kept my eyes locked on hers and pushed again, watching her teeth release their hold as her lips pursed. She fought to control her breathing, taking slower, deeper breaths even as her eyes widened at the pressure as her body fought the invasion. Spreading the fingers I’d buried in her pussy apart to add pleasure to the sting of pain, I watched lust battle the wariness, betting on the side of desire as I continued, her sphincter muscle no match for my wish to remind her of the pleasures she’d forgotten in an act that so many considered taboo.
Breaching the tight ring brought her gasp and my victory as I continued until my thumb was buried in her ass, my fingers in her pussy. Taking her clit into my mouth again, I nibbled and flicked my tongue across the pulsing bud as I began to move my fingers and thumb in and out of her body. It was mere seconds before she was moaning, her lust winning hands down as her fingers twisted into my hair, holding me to her even as her hips began to move to match my thrusts, riding my fingers and my thumb on her way to her first explosion. And when it came, her screams echoed off the tiled walls and her muscles clamped like a vise around my fingers and my thumb as her cream flooded into my mouth.
“Again,” I demanded, not allowing her even a moment’s respite before driving harder, faster and adding nips of my teeth to her clit and her vulva.
“Daddy!” she screamed, her thighs holding my head trapped between her legs as she shattered, her fluid escaping my lips to drip on the floor between my knees. Once she stopped spasming, I stood, pulled her from the counter and carried her to the bed. Dropping her onto the mattress, I was unable to suppress the moan of relief as I dragged my zipper down and my cock sprang free.
Her giggle had me pausing and looking up to find her smiling.
“I was right. You still go commando,” she said, reaching for my erection, but I pulled my hips back.
“Babygirl, if you touch me, I’m going to embarrass myself and come like an untried teenager,” I said, pushing my pants down and kicking them off.
“We definitely don’t want that now, do we,” she teased, lying back and stretching like some contented cat.
I growled and tore off my shirt, not giving a damn that buttons popped off to bounce on the bedspread before falling to the floor. Finally naked, I closed my eyes against the delectable sight before me, fisting my cock hard in an effort to get myself under control. It might have worked if my little kitten hadn’t decided that she wanted a taste of the cream that was already leaking from the slit of my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned when her tongue lapped across the crown of my cock.
“That too, but not yet,” she said as her fingers worked mine free in order to take their place. “It’s my turn to taste, Daddy,” she said, but waited for my nod before smiling and bending forward again, her lips opening to take me into her mouth.
I’d like to say I was strong enough to last long, but I’d be a liar. I’d also be dishonest if I didn’t admit to enjoying every single brush of her tongue against my flesh and every single draw of her cheeks as she suckled. Following the little minx’s direction, I took my turn, fisting my fingers into her hair, twisting the strands and pulling her down my shaft, demanding she take more of me than was comfortable. It was something she’d admitted she’d enjoyed, my taking control and using her mouth as I saw fit.
“That’s it, take me,” I growled.
Her free hand moved to cup my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze that had my eyes closing again and acknowledging that as much as I was enjoying the warmth of her mouth, I was about to come, and no amount of denial was going to work. Instead, I braced my feet apart, drew her down another inch and thrust my hips forward. “Such a good girl,” I said, rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth. “Are you ready to swallow Daddy’s cum?” I asked, the dirty talk another thing she’d confessed she loved.
“…esss, aaaeey,” she tried to articulate, the words unintelligible, but their meaning clear.
“Every drop,” I reminded, my fingers tightening in gorgeous curls as eyes filled with lust lifted to mine. A final pump of my hips, another inch of her throat claimed, that one indescribable moment of exquisite bliss experienced before my cock jerked and my cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed as best she could, but it was far too much for her to contain and I didn’t give a damn. I enjoyed every jerk, every contraction of her throat around my dick, every drop of cum that leaked from her lips that were spread so beautifully wide around my girth. Tears tracked down her cheeks, not of pain but of pure emotion as she accepted my seed. Before I was completely spent, I’d pulled free and pushed her backwards as I climbed up onto the bed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand but again, I didn’t care that I could taste myself as I pressed my lips to hers in a kiss that I needed with every bit of my soul. She moaned, her arms and her legs coming around me, pulling me closer until there wasn’t even a fraction of an inch between our bodies as we reclaimed what we had lost. Our tongues tangled, the taste of each other shared and savored as the kiss continued. And when my cock recovered and found her opening, I thrust inside, swallowing her cry of mingled pleasure and pain.
It was heaven coming home and this time when we came, we did so together, our lips still fused as we fell over the edge together and flew into paradise.
Only when the last little aftershock of her muscles stopped convulsing did I finally pull out of her, rolling to the side and pulling her with me. Lying on top of me, her chin pressed to my chest, she looked up at me and grinned. “Wow.”
“Wow,” I agreed with a grin before reaching out to brush her tangled hair back from her face. “Welcome home, babygirl.”
Chapter Six
Savannah
Welcome home.
And that was exactly where I was. Home. In the arms of a man… no, not just a man. In the arms of my daddy.
“It’s good to be home,” I said, and then bent to kiss his chest over his heart. “I’ve so missed you. You have no idea how much. No idea how many times I picked up the phone to beg you to take me back.” Brushing my hand across my face, not meaning to cry, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find his fingers taking mine, or feeling him pull me up in order to kiss the tears away.
“It’s all right, babygirl,” he said after pulling away. “You’re here now and I’m never going to let you go again.”
Nodding, I settled my face against his neck, content to simply be still, to drink
in his unique fragrance, the combination of pure male mixed with the rather naughty aroma of sex… really great sex I might add, making me both satisfied and rather sleepy. Closing my eyes, I was a bit startled when the silence was interrupted by the very unladylike growling of my stomach.
“Talk about destroying a mood,” I mumbled, pressing a hand down to my belly.
“Nonsense,” he said, wrapping an arm around me in order to hold me close as he rolled to grab the phone off the bedside table before rolling back. “It just reminds me that now that I’ve reddened your ass and reunited our naughty bits, it’s time to fill your tummy.”
Giggling and rolling my eyes as he patted my ass with one hand, while dialing with the other, I could only smile as he ordered lunch. Once he’d hung up, I shook my head. “There is no way we can eat all that.”
“Oh, believe me, you’ll find a way to finish every bite or else you’ll be right over my lap again,” he promised, reaching around to pat my butt a little harder. “But first, we have time to shower.”
I tried to climb off him but he just growled and instead, I wrapped myself around him like a spider monkey as he carried me back into the bathroom. My dress was hanging off the counter, my bra at the base of the vanity. He pulled open the glass door of the shower and stepped inside, not setting me down until he’d turned on the tap, turning to shield me from the initial burst of cold water from the showerhead. It was just another one of the small things he did without even considering them that always made me feel special.
Before long the warm water was streaming over both of us, and I remembered another special thing as he poured shampoo into his palm before instructing me to tilt my head back.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as his fingers began massaging my scalp, spreading the lather throughout the strands before he began to wash my hair. “You have magic fingers,” I said, and when two of those fingers moved to tweak my nipple, I squealed, “Daddy!”
He chuckled and after giving my other nipple its own nip, continued to work the shampoo through my hair. Once it was rinsed, he worked conditioner into the thick wet tresses, moving me around again in order to keep the water from rinsing it away before it did its job. I took advantage of the move by soaping my washcloth and beginning to run it over his chest, smiling when he moaned.