The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Civility Kate. One of the reasons you’re not allowed to utter a sound tonight is because you speak out of turn far too often and many times you’re not at all polite. In fact you can be down right rude. So, for your untrained tongue and lack of manners when speaking, ten good smacks on your pussy lips.”

  Whaaat? Noooo!

  Stifling a gasp and petrified, she clenched her teeth and closed her fingers into fists.

  “I’m smacking your pussy lips because I won’t smack your mouth. But these also are your lips, just lips of another type.”

  Normally, he would use a wide tongued crop for such a task but the belt would suffice. He’d used it many times in the past before discovering the tongue of the crop. Wrapping its length around his hand he left three inches dangling.

  “Remember Kate not a sound. You will learn to control yourself. Your earlier outburst is a clear example of your complete lack of self control.”

  He laid the leather against her swollen cunt lips, slithering it back and forth a few times, then raising his hand just a few inches high, he let it snap back at her with a sharp flick of his wrist. Her pussy twitched at the stunning sting and she squirmed, but uttered not a sound. Dante knew it smarted but he also knew it wouldn’t damage her in the least, and when the small whipping was over she’d find herself with an even greater hunger for his cock.

  “One,” he announced, “You will not speak out of turn.”

  He smacked her again.

  “Two,” he said. “You will not be rude or impolite.”

  The little leather strap flicked once more.

  “Three,” he continued. “You will not be demanding in your tone or manner.”

  And so it proceeded.

  “Four. You will be extremely polite and respectful when you address the staff. Five. You will be demure and sweet when you greet your friends and family.

  Six. You will smile and be extremely gracious at all times.

  Seven. When you are curious about something you’ll only ask questions if it concerns you.

  Eight. You won’t demand things. If you need something, you always say please and thank you.

  Nine. You will restrain yourself. You talk way too much.

  Ten. No more smart ass comments from you young lady.”

  He let the belt unravel from his hand and moved his fingers over the scalded pussy, watching with delight as she squirmed against his comforting touch. It was bright red but had ballooned up even more, and Kate’s juices were a betrayal of her unquenched passion.

  “First, you will tell me what you have learned. Then you will tell me how you feel. But be succinct,” he said, still gently moving his fingers.

  “I - uh - I now realize I have always been very rude in my - uh - how I - uh - speak to people. I won’t do it anymore,” she stammered.

  “Excellent. Now tell me how you feel. Just how sore is this adorable little pussy of yours.”

  “Ooooohhhh,” she whimpered, “it’s stinging like mad. Your hand feels so good. Please, Sir, please keep rubbing. If it pleases you,” she added quickly.

  Dante chuckled.

  “I’ll bet it is stinging like mad. That was the whole point. My hand feels good now doesn’t it Kate?”

  “Oh yes, Sir!” she cried.

  She bit her lip. The punishment had indeed been difficult to bear, especially given the fact that she was not permitted to cry out or make a sound. The bite of the belt had brought home each of Dante’s proclamations and she was going to make sure he would never have to punish her that way again. As the sting began to ease and his hand continued to comfort, a renewed longing for his cock began to take hold. But she now knew better than to ask. Instead, she let out a soft earnest moan of yearning.

  “I know,” Dante sighed. “Your hunger is almost too much, isn’t it Kate?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she groaned.

  “It will have to wait. Back to your lessons. Your pussy needs to retain its sting for just a bit longer.”

  He withdrew his hand, knowing her comfort wasn’t quite complete and there was still a sharp smart to her sex. She wiggled in protest but otherwise remained silent.

  “Manners Kate. Attention to manners was sadly lacking in your upbringing. What I mean by manners is not just saying please and thank you, and being respectful and having an upbeat positive attitude. Good manners and courteous behavior is something that must be an overall part of your demeanor. Think about that for the next little while.”

  Taking one last look at her beautiful bottom and hot pink pussy, he moved himself off her body and slid off the bed. Moving around the mattress he untied her wrists and ankles, then told her she could relax as she wished. Groaning quietly, she stretched the muscles of her legs and rolled on to her back and looked up at him, standing at the side of the bed.

  “I’m going to leave you for a little while. You can wash your face and hands if you wish, lay down and rest, but you will not take a shower or touch between your legs to pleasure yourself, or comfort your tingling little pussy lips in any way. Nor will you leave this room. I can walk back in at any time so don’t risk disobeying me. You’ll know what will happen if you do.”

  Kate shuddered at the thought. Another severe spanking she did not want!

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, “I wouldn’t even consider it. Not for a moment.”

  “Wise! When I return I will continue your training. In the meantime you need to catch your breath and consider everything I’ve told you. All the rules. When I come back we’ll go over it quickly before moving on.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she sighed.

  He dropped his head down and kissed her lightly then limped out of the room.

  She stretched her legs again, then her arms, and felt her muscles sigh in relief and gratitude. The tantalizing heat between her legs was screaming for attention but there was no way she would succumb to the temptation. She closed her eyes and thought about the man who had unexpectedly swept her into an erotic world of pleasure and pain. She had never even conceived of such things.

  In the large living room Dante stared out at the night sky. It was still overcast so there was little moonlight. Colored lights shone against the trees in the distance, lights he had put in place.

  Kate, Princess of the Manor, was finally getting what she’d had coming for a very long time. He was determined to present to her father a refined, polite, sweet young woman of whom he could be proud. But the truth was he wasn’t doing this just for Bill. This was about Kate.

  He had known she had been spinning out of control since her teens. She had been in need of his very special attention for years. He cared about her very much and had been wanting to step up to the plate and help her, but just hadn’t known how to make his approach. That Bill had called him was a Godsend.

  Sighing, he decided he’d give her thirty minutes then the training would recommence.

  Glancing at the impressive Italian clock on the large fireplace mantle, he settled into an easy chair and idly stroked his cock, reliving the delicious sight of Kate’s bright pink posterior reflected in the mirror. It was divine, and a position he’d be using on a regular basis. With that, he willed himself to think of something far more mundane. He couldn’t give into his urgent hunger just yet. There was more training to be done. But soon, he sighed. Very soon.

  CHAPTER TEN

  When he returned to the bedroom he was delighted at the sight of the pretty, punished Princess. She was back over the pillows, legs apart, hands above her head as if she was tied. Perhaps the rest of the night could be spend training Kate in areas other than civility and decorum.

  “What’s this?” he asked. “I gave you permission to make yourself comfortable.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied quietly. “I just wanted you to see that I’m earnest about your training and I’m ready for more if you think I need it. I thought it was the best way I could show my commitment, waiting for you like this.”

 
“I see. I’m very pleased. I’ve told you good girls get rewarded and you know I keep my promises.”

  She smiled across at him, very pleased with herself that she had done something right. He settled himself on the edge of the bed and instructed her to lay across his lap. Without hesitating she moved across his thighs and laid completely still.

  “Excellent. Obey every instruction I give you with the same enthusiasm and you’ll be just fine. I’m going to caress you and you have permission to make any sounds you wish.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she sighed, relieved hat the attention she was about to receive was going to be more about pleasure than pain.

  His hands began moving slowly and softly across her scratchy, reddened behind, and she moaned happily as her skin responded to his comforting touch. She wiggled a little and he told her to keep still. She ceased all movement immediately. Sliding a finger into her sodden slit he discovered she was as hungry as she had been when he’d left, perhaps even more so. He slithered into her sex and smiled with satisfaction as she let out a long hungry groan. He knew she wanted to wriggle and writhe against his searching fingers. That she was resisting temptation and truly fighting to obey him was an excellent sign.

  “You want to wriggle don’t you, Kate?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very much,” she replied plaintively.

  “Then you may. I’m allowing it because you controlled yourself. It must not have been easy.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she replied, immediately thrusting back against his hand.

  Rubbing his thumb against her sweet little nub he fingered her with strong, measured thrusts. He could feel her pussy responding, pulsating against him, and when her breathing accelerated and her wriggling became excessive he pulled out and returned to caressing her backside, hearing a moan of disappointment.

  “No release yet sweet girl,” he said softly. “But soon. Stand up and raise your skirt and bend over the mattress.”

  She promptly rose from his lap, and holding her skirt around her waist laid herself over the side of the bed.

  “Spread your legs apart,” he continued, “and arch your back.”

  He watched her present herself and wished he could have fucked her as she stood, but he was worried that his ankle might not support him. Instead, after throwing off his robe, he moved a chair from the nearby desk and sat directly behind her. With one hand he cupped her pussy and squeezed gently, and the other he moved lightly across her beautiful, bright red bottom. She groaned, rotating her ass in response to the tantalizing touch. The salacious sight was driving him mad. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck the daylights out of her. Reaching across to the nightstand he pulled open the drawer. Finding the condom he ripped open the packet with his teeth, and expertly he slid it in place. Gripping her hips he pulled her down toward his cock.

  “Guide it in,” he ordered.

  She reached between her legs, found his stiff throbbing shaft and wrapped her hand around it. Dante swallowed hard, the feel of her delicate fingers extraordinarily exquisite. She slowly sank down, impaling herself on his solid member and cried out in joy and relief. Dante, his strong hands gripping her hips, moved her up and down, relishing the feel of her succulent twat. Once she had the rhythm he wanted he moved his hands up to her full, ripe breasts.

  They were covered by the silky sensuous dress and he didn’t even attempt to undo the buttons. Clutching the cloth on either side he yanked hard. They popped easily and the front of the dress fell open. Kate let out a yelp of surprise but Dante’s broad hands corralled her horny tits and she leaned forward, pushing against his palms.

  “Don’t stop fucking me,” he warned, grabbing each of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  She was moaning and panting, her fever increasing as toyed with her sparkling nipples. He could feel his moment threatening and ordered her to slow down and settle on his cock. Leaning back against his chest she eased to a stop, his manhood buried deep inside her.

  “Tell me what you learned tonight, Kate,” he said as he caught his breath, kissing her shoulders.

  “Oh Dante,” she gasped, “it’s so hard to think.”

  “I know there are other things on your mind,” he said, sucking her shoulder blade and gently pressing her nipple, “but if you want an orgasm and not another spanking you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she squeaked. “I’ve learned first and foremost that I must obey you. Then,” she continued, her breathing short and rapid, “I learned that I have to be polite and courteous and have manners, and - and ...” she stammered.

  “And what,” he pressed, tweaking her nipple a little harder.

  She let out a sharp cry.

  “And I have to learn out to be - um - the word you used - I can’t remember,” she stammered.

  “You’d better remember pretty quickly,” he warned.

  “Oh... uh - be happy - a positive attitude!” she cried.

  “Just in time,” he said, releasing her nipple and gently fondling her breast. “Stand up please, then take off your dress and sit back down on my cock, facing me this time.”

  Kate did as she was told as Dante watched, stroking himself and as he looked at her he felt a deep and powerful caring. Devouring her body and training her was having a profound affect on him.

  Straddling his lap and taking his member in her hand as she had before, she guided him inside her steamy, inviting depths. For a moment he stared hungrily at her delectable breasts, then placed his mouth around her nipple. Kate let out a sigh of pleasure as he sucked and nibbled. She was moving her hips in circles and he could feel her perfect pussy walls tightening around him. He pulled his mouth back and stared up at her face. Her eyes were closed with her head titled back and her brow was creased with the intensity of her pleasure.

  “Play with your clit,” he instructed, “and bring yourself right to the edge.”

  As she dropped a hand between her legs he focused once again on her bright, pert, precocious rosebuds. He could hear her quiet moans of happiness as he engulfed each in turn, moving from one to the other, her movements accelerating. He wanted to continue but his need to explode was more than he could stand.

  Grabbing her hips he began to thrust, his strength moving her as he wished.

  “Oh Dante,” she wailed. “I’m so close.”

  She arched her back, pushing her sultry tits against his mouth and hungrily he responded, sucking lustily as his bubble approached.

  “Come for me now,” he growled, lifting his mouth and clutching her tightly, propelling his dick upwards.

  She let out a wail of ecstasy as the convulsion rippled through her. Grabbing his shoulders she ground down as she felt his climax surge into her depths, and he clenched his teeth, surrendering to the almighty eruption. Falling forward, bringing her arms around his neck she nestled her head against his neck and shoulder.

  “Oh Dante,” she purred, breathlessly, “that was amazing.”

  He felt himself slip out and held her for a moment, feeling her soft, warm skin, not wanting to release her. He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet spicy scent, playing with the silken tendrils of her hair, and found himself thinking what a glorious creature she was. They drifted for a while, staying just as they were, lost in their post orgasmic euphoria.

  “Kate,” he said softly, “are you feeling alright?”

  “Oh Dante,” she breathed, “I feel - just so - content. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this in my life.”

  “Good girls...” he reminded her, smiling.

  “Mmmm,” she sighed. “I want to be good all the time,” she purred.

  Dante smiled. His formula was full proof.

  “That’s wonderful to hear. Now you can prove it. Be a good girl and start a bath for us,” he crooned.

  She uncurled herself and somewhat shakily stepped from his lap. She spied her torn dress laying on the floor and thought it the best sacrifice of a dress she could imagine.

  As she padded to
the bathroom he stared with immense satisfaction at her bright pink, perfect posterior, glowing from his spanking, and wished he had the energy to take her all over again. He heard the water start and reached across to the nightstand to grab a tissue. As he pulled the condom into the thin sheet of paper, he let out a long, gratified sigh and laid back against the pillows. A few minutes later she reappeared and he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  “Kate, would you please remove the bandage from my ankle,” he said, as she moved deliciousness towards him.

  “Of course,” she replied, happily, and settling on the floor she rested his foot against her thigh.

  “You look very lovely down there, Kate,” he remarked fondly.

  She gazed up at him and he saw the look of complete contentment in her eye.

  “Thank you. I like it down here. It feels really natural. Like, it’s where I belong,” she sighed.

  “That’s how it should feel,” he smiled.

  He couldn’t help thinking what a true submissive she was turning out to be. But he wasn’t surprised. In the years he had been enjoying the lifestyle he had discovered that spoiled, bratty, or righteous women, young and old alike, were seeking a man who would take them to task and make them behave. In fact he’d found the more badly behaved the female the more submissive she was. He simply took them down the path of self discovery and he’d not met one who wasn’t ultimately, supremely grateful.

  “The swelling is down and the colors are changing,” she commented, removing the last of the bandage. “Does it feel better?”

  “A bit,” he replied.

  She was right. The bruising had changed from dark purple to a mustard yellow, and the swelling had continued to recede. He tested it gingerly and discovered there was considerably less pain.

  “Yes,” he continued, rather surprised at the speed of his recovery, “much better.”

  She followed as he limped into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub, watching her nubile body as she sprinkled in the epsom salts and turned off the faucets.

  “All ready,” she smiled, and he carefully stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the warm water.