Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2)

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by Breanna Hayse


  "Are you saying that you're horny?"

  "You know I'm horny. How many times a day are you playing with my ass now? That's all I can think about. Who'd have thunk it?"

  "Well, Caine knows about the process of making babies, so it's only to be expected that he knows how to press that special button. He's got an uncanny knack for knowing what people need most," Ian said.

  "They're good people. I have to tell you something. Since we've been far away from the old house and with these people, I haven't felt a real desire to drink. It's only when he calls."

  "We've changed your number and he shouldn't bother you again, baby."

  "But what if he does? What if…" Her forehead wrinkled with worry.

  "Layton's got our backs. He said he's got something up his sleeve and that he will take care of everything. Your dad will be a distant memory soon enough, I promise."

  "We need to get the trust from him."

  "What trust?" Ian asked.

  "My mother left some money that will be released to me when I'm twenty-five. He's got the documents and the bank information, but has no access to the funds. He started talking about splitting it when Mom died, and has held on to it since. I doubt he's going to give it up easily."

  "He can't hold your money hostage. There's got to be a copy of the trust at the bank or something. We'll let Layton know, okay?" Ian leaned on his side next to her on the bed and stroked her thigh with his finger. "So you've really been enjoying the ass play?"

  Savannah blushed all the way to the roots of her auburn hair. "It's embarrassing having you stick your finger back there, but it starts feeling really good. May said that the boys… you know…"

  "Have anal sex? Is that something you might be open to?"

  "I don't know. Maybe. It's the idea that bothers me the most. It's sodomy, and—"

  "Are you more concerned about the actual act of anal sex, or what people say about it?"

  "Do you want to try it?" Savannah asked bashfully.

  "Hell yeah, but I would never force you if you weren't interested." Ian tried not to look excited. "I have something to confess, as well. Since that horrid accident, it's like you've become a different woman. The Savannah I fell in love with is back, and I love her more than I ever have."

  "I know I've never been into sex, but since this whole thing…" She reddened again. "I find myself fantasizing about things I never thought of before."

  "Like what? Don't be embarrassed."

  "May tells me about things she does with her husbands and some of them sound tantalizing. I'm really curious about what a spanking feels like now."

  "You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure," Ian said with a chuckle.

  "Why not now?" Savannah blurted out. She paled at the surprised look on Ian's face. "I mean, not hard. You don't have to if you don't want. Forget I asked."

  "Shush up for a minute. Let me call Caine and get his okay."

  "I don't want them to know! Ian! Put the phone down!"

  "Caine? I was wondering if you think it's too early to introduce Savannah to the palm of my hand?"

  "Hey, Ian. Is she acting up again?"

  "Not at all. She's curious. The ass play has really been getting to her and she's wanting more."

  "Ian!" Savannah shouted, hiding her face in her arms.

  "As long as you go lightly and avoid any heavy impact, I don't see why you can't play a bit. Personally, I'd try to keep her off her tummy right now, so consider using the diaper position. Just be careful to listen to her and stop if anything other than her backside starts to hurt."

  "How about… you know?" Ian cleared his throat, ignoring Savannah as she kicked his thigh and shook her head.

  "No vaginal penetration until the surgeon clears her but, if she's up to it, give her something to smile about. She knows her body and will tell you if something doesn't feel right. Excuse me for a moment," Caine said. Ian could hear mumbled voices on the other end before his friend returned. "I'm sorry about that. May was pestering me to ask you whether it's okay for her to come by tomorrow and play while Layton and I go to work. If not, I'll take her to the safe house to stay with Sri and the girls."

  "If she wants to come with us in the morning to get x-rays, absolutely. I can stop by and pick her up on the way, and then the two girls can spend the afternoon together," Ian said. "We're hoping for some good news, and that Vanna will be freed from the casts and the wires."

  "I'm crossing my fingers for you. Please let me know how it goes, okay? Thanks for watching over May for us, too. Layton will come by and pick her up after work. I'm warning you that she's been in a mood, though, so let us know if she gets out of hand."

  "I'm sure she'll be fine. You guys have a good night, and thanks again." Ian hung up the phone and turned to his blushing wife. "May's going to go with us to your appointment tomorrow and then spend the afternoon, okay?"

  "Awesome! Can we have ice cream?"

  "If you both behave yourselves. Now, would you like to know what Caine said regarding appeasing your curiosity?"

  "Not really. I can't believe you called him and told him those things."

  "He's a physician and a good friend, and look at what he's done for our marriage. I'm feeling genuine hope for the first time in a long time, aren't you? Savannah?"

  "I'm still really scared. What if this all ends once we leave here?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "This house… this neighborhood… these people…" She struggled to find the words. "It's like a fairy tale that's all going to disappear once we leave."

  "We don't have to leave, babygirl. The Marshalls have offered us this house for as long as we want it."

  "We can't take their house from them, Ian. It's imposing."

  "They specifically bought these homes in Little Lake Bridgeport for people like us. I'm paying rent, so it's not like it's a gift. And, if you really want to stay, Carlton Hardy has a bunch of new places he's building that we can choose from and purchase ourselves."

  "We don't have that kind of money, Ian. Custom lake view houses have got to be priced in the millions," Savannah protested.

  "I've been saving for a long time, and have enough for a solid down payment. Carlton has also offered me a job on his crew, so I won't have to travel to Dallas anymore."

  "He did? When? What about your competitions?" Savannah looked surprised.

  "There are more important things to life than bull riding. He and the guys had a long talk with me, and made me realize that I was still competing because I needed to feel like I still had value after all the stuff we've been through. My sense of self-worth has been renewed by taking care of you and I'm ready to move forward. With you. What do you think?"

  "I'd like that," the young woman said quietly. "I really felt dumb at first, what with how everyone acted, but May straightened me out. We have a weird bond. I can't explain it, but there is something very special and comforting about her that I connect with, and I like it."

  "She makes you smile and laugh. You've never really had a friend like her before," Ian said.

  "Probably because I always scared them away. I didn't want anyone knowing about my life and how fucked up I was."

  "That's over now, and no more dropping F-bombs." Ian kissed her cheek.

  "What if I do?" Savannah asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

  "Then I'm going to have to get tough with you. You're going to start following the same rules that Miss Maybelle does."

  "Fuck that, I don't want to follow rules." Her lips tightened as she attempted to hide her grin.

  "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" Ian tsked, sliding off the bed, placing his hands on his waist and forcing a stern expression. "That was very defiant of you, especially right after I told you no more swearing."

  "Actually, you only said 'no more F-bombs.'" Savannah giggled. "Hey! Let go of my legs."

  "No, ma'am. It's time that you learn to listen to Daddy when you're told to do something."

  Savannah shrieked as he
pulled her by the ankles toward the edge of the bed and then lifted them in the air with one hand, flattening her back on the mattress. "Let go! What are you doing?"

  Ian grunted, leaning his left shoulder against the raised backs of her legs while tugging her panties away from her bottom. The diaper position offered him a solid view of not just her pale, round backside, but also her little treats which were nestled between her chubby cheeks and soft folds. He rubbed her bottom with his free right hand.

  "This has been a long time coming, young lady. When we are done here, I had best not get any more defiance out of you."

  "Good luck!" Savannah retorted playfully, wiggling as best as she could to escape the hold he had on her.

  "It has nothing to do with luck." He lifted his hand and, with a mighty whoosh of air, landed his very first spank on her bare bottom.

  "Yeow! That hurts! Okay, that's enough," Savannah yelped, trapped by his body as she lay on her back with her legs up in the air. "Let me go."

  "Oh no, I don't think so." A second smack fell and landed on the other side.

  "Stop! It hurts!"

  "As Caine has said on many occasions, they are spankings, and they are supposed to hurt." A third and fourth hand print were left on the pale flesh. "You turn red so fast."

  "Please let me go," Savannah begged, trying to block his target with her casted left wrist. "I hate this."

  "I'm not spanking you hard at all and you know it. Plus, you are getting a little wet down here. What's that about? Hmm?"

  "Don't tease me. I can't help it," she mumbled.

  "Let's see how far this can go. Maybe, if you are a good girl, I have something special to give you."

  "Nooo…" Savannah begged, before his hand began to drum against her stretched and vulnerable backend.

  Ian couldn't disguise his delight as her twitching flesh turned every shade of pink before becoming a bright, cherry red. He hadn't been lying, the swats were light and playful, and he suspected that her protests were out of mere obligation rather than necessity. In any event, he was hooked!

  "Oh, yes," he lectured, moving the swats a little higher to her raised legs and catching her sit-spots. "From now on, this will be the way things are handled. Whether in this position or over my knee, you will be on the receiving end of many, many more spankings in the future. Behave yourself and they will be like this one. If you don't…"

  "I'm not afraid of you!" Savannah blurted out.

  "Was that a challenge? I don't want you to be afraid of me. I do, however, want you to be wary of my hand." He administered a sharp, exact smack to her left sit-spot. "By your reaction, it sounds like you understood my point. Let's try this side."

  Her screech and kicking were genuine that time, and Ian watched in fascination as the outline of his hand went from white to a dark red. Gently he began to rub the area, occasionally tracing his finger down between the fleshy lips. "I'm fairly certain that all these years of swinging a hammer and hanging onto a bull harness have left me with some strength and plenty of calluses that your little bottom won't appreciate."

  "I'm sorry!" she whimpered. "Please, no more for now."

  Ian slid to the side and released her legs, smiling as she lay panting on the mattress. "For now? You liked it, didn't you? You can shake your head no, but I can tell otherwise."

  "Don't tell me that you really liked doing it," she moaned, covering her eyes with the top of her right arm.

  "I've always been an ass man, but now I know what I was missing. That little backside is going to be constantly red if I have any say-so."

  "Poor May. She's got two spankers to put up with. How does she do it? I mean, it really hurt, especially those last two."

  "The guys say she has a leather butt, plus she's a bit of a masochist and enjoys the pain. What about you?" He grazed his hand over her naked pussy.

  "I'm hornier than shit, if you really want to know."

  "Then, let's do something about it. Spread your legs."

  "What? No—ow!"

  Ian aimed his palm for a second swat to her haunches. "Spread your legs or you're going to feel ten of those hard spanks." A thrill trickled through him as she reluctantly obeyed. He felt empowered, and all because he had reddened her bottom. He also felt humbled, suddenly recognizing the type of trust and responsibility required to engage in this type of dynamic. For the first time, he truly felt up to the challenge, and wanted to prove himself to be the man that Savannah needed, wanted, and deserved.

  He ran both hands along the insides of her milky white thighs and followed them with tiny kisses and love bites. She started to close her legs as he grew closer to her pussy, and yelped when he landed a light swat to her left inner thigh. "Keep them open. I'm not going to tell you again. I'll be right back. Stay where you are and don't budge," Ian ordered.

  "What are you doing?"

  "You'll see, and no whining."

  He returned a few minutes later with a bowl, a can of shaving cream, a razor and a towel.

  "Oh no, you don't!"

  "Oh, yes I do. Maybe I'll learn how to wax you. What do you think of that?"

  "No fucking way. That shit hurts!" Savannah violently shook her head and slammed her knees together.

  "I now owe you a real spanking for dropping another F-bomb. Open." Ian raised an eyebrow with an accompanying stern frown. "Do I need to take care of it now, or are you going to mind me?"

  Groaning, Savannah obeyed, and maneuvered a pillow over her face to avoid eye contact.

  Chuckling, Ian ran his fingers along the edges of her pussy lips and gently spread them apart. "Just think of what I'm going to do after I shave you all nice and smooth. I bet you are quite tasty."

  "Oh my God, you can't!" Savannah peeked out from under the pillow, her face twisted with horror.

  "You've never allowed me to go down on you and I happen to love doing that, so get over it. I told you that thing were going to change."

  "But it's disgusting!"

  "You said something similar about my finger in your ass, and now you start to get aroused just thinking about it. Don't worry, I intend to add that to the attention you get today."

  "I swear that I'm going to die of humiliation," she muttered.

  "No, you won't. This is the shaving cream…"

  Savannah mumbled into the pillow she had put back over her face as he carefully began to shave the auburn curls from her mound. The sound of the razor swishing was met with an occasional gasp as Ian spread her lips to remove every little bit of fuzz.

  A smile crossed his face as her little clit began to swell under the tender ministrations. He patted the area dry after removing the remnants of the cream and stood up to admire his work.

  "Lovely. That wasn't bad, was it?"

  "I hate you."

  "No, you don't," he said with a laugh. "Let me put this stuff up and I'll be back in two shakes. Keep your legs apart. I already owe you a real spanking, and would rather do that at a later time."

  She jumped at the sound of him snapping on a glove and lifted the pillow from her face. "Should I ask what you're doing?"

  "You know exactly what I'm going to do. This time, though, I want you to stay on your back instead of your side. If I hear any protesting, I'll use the purple plug."

  Savannah winced and nodded her agreement, once again hiding her face from his view. With a lubed finger, he painted her pink inner flesh, watching as she tightened her muscles and then relaxed them. "Wowsers, what is that stuff?" she asked.

  "Layton gave it to us. It's a warming gel that keeps everything nice and wet. It tastes like cinnamon and you know how much I love my red-hots."

  "Every time I see one of those cinnamon toothpicks, I think of you. It won't burn me, will it?"

  "It shouldn't. They use it on May and have never had a problem with her snowy white bottom." Ian pressed his gloved finger into her tight pucker and held it in place. Seconds later, her muscles felt as though they were trying to suck him inside. Slowly he began to pump in and out
, smiling as she spread her legs wider to accept the anal intrusion. He pulled his finger out and removed his glove.

  "We're going to do something different today. This is the small pink plug, it's just a little wider than my finger."

  Savannah inhaled sharply as he maneuvered it inside her and held it snugly in place. As soon as she relaxed, he began to fuck her with it, thrusting in and out as her body responded with acceptance. She hissed when he removed it from her.

  "That's mean," she grumbled. "Why did you stop?"

  "'Coz I felt like it. Ready for the next size up?"

  She nodded and he urged the second plug into her winking hole. She grimaced slightly as the flange worked past her tight ring, and then sighed as he began to move it within her. "I can't wait until I can fuck you in the ass," he whispered, his cock stiffening against his jeans. "It's been such a long time."

  Savannah lifted her head to look at him. "Are you saying that you haven't cheated on me?"

  "Never. Where did you get that idea?"

  "I just thought… never mind. Go back to torturing me."

  "My pleasure." This time, he leaned into her body and planted a gentle kiss on the lips of her pussy. Instinctively, she clenched her thighs together and trapped his head. "Do you want more, or are you disobeying me about keeping your legs open wide?" he asked.

  Slowly, she spread her knees again, enough that her pink folds opened wide to reveal her trickling juices. Ian lowered his head and took her into his mouth in a lover's kiss. He had never imagined her to taste so sweet! "I'm never coming up, Vanna. You taste like strawberries."

  Her muffled response told him that she had, again, hidden her head until a pillow. Working his tongue around her softness, he tickled, nipped and sucked on her velvety flesh until she started to squirm underneath him. Without removing his lips from her clit, he reached for the third plug… the infamous purple beast. Without warning, he traded the smaller for the larger, all the while increasing his suction and pressure on her clit. Her body swallowed the plug without fuss and she started to move her pelvis up and down in response to the stimulation.

 

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