The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Dressing rooms are there,” Karen continued, waving her arm at a doorway. She withdrew the strapped top from the box and offered it to Dante.

  “Thanks Karen,” he smiled, taking the garment from her hands.

  Heart pounding but enthralled by what she was about to try on, Kate followed him through the doorway and found herself in what appeared to have once been a spacious walk in closet. There was a three way mirror against the back wall and a small chaise lounge upon which Dante sat as he watched Kate undress. She needed some help figuring out where to put her arms and Dante buckled the straps in the back. He pulled them tightly and Kate winced, complaining that he was buckling the straps to tightly. He smacked her naked bottom sharply.

  “Stop it,” he said sternly. “It’s supposed to be tight. I’m not pinching your skin.”

  Kate squealed, the quick, sharp slap quieting her instantly. She didn’t know why but she was feeling out of sorts. Irritated somehow. Her mood had unexpectedly changed and she began thinking about how she had given away so many of her clothes. She’d been in two minds about many of the alluring, expensive dresses and now regretted that she no longer owned them.

  The leather that surrounded her breasts clung seductively and had their own buckles. As he placed his hands on her, moving the bands of leather as he wished he heard her breathing quicken. The fondling of her pretty tits was exciting her. He chuckled quietly.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, feeling defensive.

  “It’s cute - how this is totally turning you on. I’ll bet you’re positively dripping.”

  “Honestly I would have been just as turned on in one of the outfits I gave away,” she quipped.

  He paused in his work and looked down at her.

  “Not sure I like that tone, Princess,” he replied, tweaking one of her nipples.

  She yelped - then scowled, thinking about the strappy black dress that she had donated because it was too tight. The harness was tighter. Suddenly Kate’s demure, well behaved demeanor evaporated.

  “I don’t see the point of any of this,” she spat. “In fact, I want to go home. Now!”

  As soon as she’d uttered the impulsive, impetuous demand she instantly regretted it. The many times she had felt annoyed at having to do the household chores, along with al the other frustrations she had felt as the days had passed, had bubbled to the surface. Her outburst had taken her as much by surprise as it had Dante, and she actually didn’t understand why she had not been able to control herself.

  Dante’s eyes grew steely grey and she felt the hot flush creep across her face.

  “What did you just say?” he asked, taking hold of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb.

  “Nothing - nothing - “ she stammered. “Sorry. I don’t know what got into me. It just sort of, happened.”

  To her surprise, Dante smiled.

  “Oh I do,” he replied, then pinched her nipples sharply. She winced and he lessened his grip as quickly as he’d pinched, then silently finished buckling the breast straps. Once done he stepped back and ordered her to turn around.

  Kate’s pulse was racing. She couldn’t believe she’d snapped at him. What had gotten into her? She found the entire episode extremely scintillating and was thrilled to be dressed in such a sexy piece of clothing, if it could be called clothing at all. Her nipples were still burning from the scolding pinch, and as Dante had surmised her pussy was wet. He told her to stay put and left the small room. She moved to the mirror and stared at her reflection. She loved it.

  The bands of leather wrapped around her svelte body accentuating her curves. The bands that encircled her breasts were wider than the rest and lifted them up as if presenting them. She moved into the middle of the three mirrors so as to see the back, and saw how the buckles were in a straight line down her spine. She smiled. She hoped Dante would like it enough to purchase it. Just as the thought crossed her mind he returned, and she saw he was carrying a round black leather paddle about 4” across with a sturdy looking handle. In his other hand was some kind of rolled leather belt. She felt the blood drain from her face.

  “Spread your legs young lady,” he said sternly.

  Kate did as he said and watched nervously as he placed the paddle on the chaise lounge. The rolled leather belt sported buckles on each end. To her astonishment he attached it to the bottom leather strap at her belly, let it drop down, then standing behind her pulled it between her pussy lips, up her crack, and buckled it in the back. She gasped as he pulled it tight, the rolled leather nestling against her sensitive little knob and laying salaciously between her cheeks.

  “There. A nice leather pussy harness for a naughty girl,” he said, grinning as he stood back and studied her. “Now then, about that earlier outburst.”

  “I’m sorry Dante,” she said, pleading in her voice. “Really I am. I have no idea what got into me. Really.”

  “Of course you are,” he remarked, picking up the paddle and settling himself down on the lounge. “Come here and lay your impetuous cheeky self across my lap.”

  Kate moved slowly forward and stretched herself across Dante’s knees. The leather between her pussy lips rubbed with a tantalizing pressure and the position made it even worse.

  “You’ll be wearing that for the rest of the day,” he said, as if reading her mind. “In addition to the sharp quick paddling you’re about to get, I suspect you’ll think twice before barking at me again. Or anyone else for that matter.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

  “No yelling out. Karen knows exactly what’s going on in here but no need to advertise it,” he warned.

  Kate grimaced. It was one thing to be spanked in the privacy of her house but to have it happen with the knowledge of a stranger was deeply embarrassing.

  “And you’ll have an encore when we get home, just to make sure there’s been no misunderstanding of how I view such insolent behavior.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she repeated, still appalled at her outburst.

  He laid the hard leather against her right cheek, slid it suggestively across her tender skin, then raising it just a few inches smacked it back down. Kate clenched her teeth. It stung intensely. She felt it slither across her upturned posterior to the opposite side and once again it was raised up, and landed with a fierce bite. She kicked out a leg.

  Placing the paddle a tad lower than the first bright red mark he smacked again, then caressed. Kate wriggled as the paddling continued. He was slow and deliberate, each sharp whack landing in a new spot. While he only delivered half a dozen whacks on each cheek, her ass was crimson and burning by the time he’d finished and Kate was near tears.

  He pushed her legs apart and stared down. The rolled leather strap was wet and glistening. By the time he fucked her later that night she’d be very hungry indeed.

  “Do we understand each other?” he asked sternly.

  “Oh yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “I’ll never snap at you again. I swear.”

  “Or anyone else,” he admonished, landing the paddle sharply in the very center of her bottom.

  Kate squealed.

  “Or anyone else,” she replied breathlessly. “No one - ever,” she repeated.

  “I will not allow the Kate of old to revisit us. Is that clear?”

  “Absolutely,” she answered, still mystified at her aberrant behavior.

  “You can be sure if you test me you will not be disappointed,” he said quietly. “I can promise you that. I know you’ve been doing things you’ve never done before and it’s all new to you, but next time you feel irritated, or in a bad mood, tell me. Don’t hold it in. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “I was feeling annoyed. Frustrated. I’ll tell you next time, I promise.”

  “Stand up,” he ordered.

  Bottom stinging, she rose from his lap and stood red faced before him.

  “It’s over now,” he declared, rising from the bench. “As long as you communicate
when you’re feeling bad we can deal with it,” he said, hugging her.

  She let out a deep sigh, and he held her for a moment, then stepped back.

  “Now then, I like this harness. It’s perfect,” he said, admiring her body encased in the leather straps. “And this paddle has something to offer. Wouldn’t you agree Kate?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied softly.

  “I also saw a couple of corsets I want you to try.”

  Standing up he moved around her body, unbuckling the straps.

  “Take this off and wait. I’ll be right back,” he said, running his hands over her scalded backside.

  Kate removed the harness and walked to the mirror. She looked behind herself and viewed her red, punished behind. The paddle carried a sting she’d not yet felt and in just a short time it had turned her bottom a bright, fiery red. She felt submissive and appropriately punished, like a naughty little girl. But she also felt a deep urgent craving between her legs and the rolled leather harness wasn’t helping. She wriggled, wanting to caress her hot little button but resisted the urge. She didn’t need another spanking.

  In the reflection of the mirror she saw the door open and Dante enter carrying two corsets. One was black, one a dark, rich purple. He handed her the black one first, which zippered up the front, and as she put it on and began to bring the two ends of the zipper together he stepped in, wanting to do the honors. She gasped as the tight garment encased her body and pressed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage.

  “Excellent,” he said, stepping back. Very nice. With the right stockings this will be very nice indeed.”

  “I - uh - don’t have any thigh high stockings,” she offered, noticing the corset had no garters.

  “Not to worry. They have them here. Now the purple,” he continued, “but I want to watch you unzip yourself, slowly please. Unwrap yourself for me.”

  He sat down on the chaise lounge and watched, cock growing, as she slowly slithered the zipper down. He could imagine the scene in candlelight - the black stocking tops contrasting with her white skin - the rest of her beautiful body being deliciously revealed to his eye.

  “Very nice,” he said quietly. “That will be very nice indeed.”

  The purple corset laced up the back and he thoroughly enjoyed the experience of pulling the satin ribbons, though he did it quickly and not very tightly. While the black corset had small half cups that covered and positioned her breasts the purple model was just the opposite. It was completely strapless and her ripe full breasts were totally exposed. It reminded him of the images from The Story of O.

  “We’ll take that one as well. And I think we’re done,” he stated, turning her around so as to unlace the garment.

  Once it was off he picked up all the items and told her to dress.

  “Um --” she began, staring down at the leather harness between her legs.

  “I told you, you’re wearing that for a while.”

  She felt a fresh flush cover her face. Karen would know, but even worse it would be rubbing her uncomfortably all the way back to the estate.

  “And I think we’ll stop and have a cup of coffee on the way home,” he added, as he walked out.

  Kate could not believe her ears.

  I’m going to be in a restaurant with this thing between me?

  “Now get yourself dressed young lady,” he said, sternly.

  Bottom burning, pussy hungry and in a constant state of torment, Kate began to pull her jeans up over the lascivious leather between her legs and unexpectedly felt compelled to smile. While the spanking had stung it had completely changed her mood, and while the leather nestled between her pussy lips was driving her crazy - she was loving every wicked minute.

  In the main room, as Dante watched Karen carefully pack the risqué items and run his credit card, he willed his cock to sleep. It had been a very titillating shopping trip, the unexpected paddling required by Kate’s sudden outburst adding to the spice of the day. And he was also considering the toys he’d so carefully unpacked that morning. Yes, the little excursion had been successful and salacious. The stop at the coffee shop on the way home would probably be so as well, but he was really looking forward to the evening that lay ahead. Kate had no idea what was in store for her.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  They had arrived home by 3:30 and to ensure he’d have the rest of the day to himself he told Kate she could have the afternoon to kick back and relax. Besides the fact that he wanted to go through his box of tricks, he knew she needed the break. He could see the relief on her face when he kissed her and told her the afternoon was hers, and made it clear she was not to disturb him until after 5 pm.

  Sitting on the couch, the box open in front of him, Dante started going through the contents item by item, starting with the cuffs. Just moving them in his hands he could feel his cock react and he couldn’t wait for them to grace Kate’s wrists and ankles. The leather was like that of the collar - soft and supple but strong, and the buckles were small and well made.

  Placing the leather cuffs on the coffee table, he retrieved collar and studied it. It was the perfect width and had beveled edges so as not to scratch its victim’s skin. Sporting five chrome strategically placed rings, he could imagine her wrists being held there by the matching shackles. What a pretty picture she would make. He sat it next to the cuffs and he reaching back in he found the heavy leather flogger. It was impressive.

  He had one just like it but it was several years old and in a locked box in his home. It would be all new implements for Kate. Running his fingers through the leather tongues he knew he’d made the right decision. It smelled new, felt new, and he couldn’t wait to christen it on her delectable derriere. He could imagine the bright red stripes instantly appearing on her white flesh - hear the sharp intake of breath as the hot thudding stroke of the flogger landed on its mark. His moved from reactive to swelling in anticipation. Smiling he laid it across the table in front of him.

  Turning his attention back to the container of decadent goodies he spied a small cardboard box. He knew exactly what it was inside the innocent looking package. A vibrating egg. The smile turned into a chuckle as he pondered how Kate might react to the innocent looking intruder. He was sure she'd be mortified at first, then come to love it - even crave its decadent invasion.

  Laying next to the small box and wrapped in tissue paper was the riding crop. It was short and fat with a wide piece of leather at the end. While it wasn’t severe like a long thin dressage whip, it definitely left an impression and he liked its balance and the way it felt in his hand.

  Then there was the small black velvet jewelry box. He brought it out and lifted the top. Laying against the black interior was a delicate pair of silver nipple clamps. They were completely adjustable, and if one wished to attach weights there were chains that could be attached which were just as fine looking as the clamps themselves. Her naughty little nipples were going to look divine locked in the silver clips and he couldn’t wait to watch her experience them.

  The dildo was next, Still wrapped in its clear plastic packaging the label boasted its many attributes. Life size, strong, durable, hard rubber, promising satisfaction.

  At the bottom of the box were several long leather straps, each with chrome rings at the ends, and a number of double sided metal snaps. And last but not least, a wide, silk, black blindfold, backed with soft foam to avoid any peeking. All in all, everything he could want.

  He carried the cuffs, the blindfold, the egg and the dildo across to the night stand next to his bed and placed them in the drawer. The flogger he hung on a hook in his closet, along with the crop. The leather straps and metal snaps he laid out neatly in his bottom dresser drawer and covered them with T shirts.

  The velvet box that contained the clamps, however, he left on the coffee table in full view. It looked just like a regular jewelry box, innocent and unassuming, and he smiled at its deceptive appearance. He stretched and yawned. It was a little after 4:15 and he
wanted and needed a decent nap. Laying on his bed he closed his eyes and imagined just how glorious Kate would look, naked but for the cuffs. Or perhaps in a garter belt and stockings and the cuffs, or in the harness in tight bondage. And there were always the corsets.

  He felt his cock spring to life and touched himself absently. As visions of Kate dressed in all the different types of salacious attire danced in his head, he let himself drift into a calm restful slumber.

  In her room Kate was laying on her bed thinking about the salacious clothing he had bought her. Her ass was still scratchy from the nasty little paddling and she knew Dante would doubtless have more in store for her that evening. She had regretted her outburst the moment it had happened but her remorse had not saved her from Dante's discipline. She ran her hand across her tender behind and wondered just how much more she would have to endure for her lack of self control.

  Not only did she know she was going to be punished further she was also desperate for some pleasure. Regardless of the severity of the discipline it always had the same effect. The hot smacks would leave her pussy throbbing with need. But the addition of the rolled leather riding her so salaciously during the drive home had made her need even greater. But while it was a relief when he removed it upon their return, it left her with a surprisingly empty feeling, and for the first hour she had almost missed wearing it. She knew she would have to tell Dante that little secret.

  Yes it had been a long day. First the shopping, the paddling, the long drive home with her sore butt and agitating leather inside her pussy lips and up her crack, not to mention the stop at the small cafe. She was sure every patron in the place knew what was between her legs. And he made her walk to the condiments bar 3 times just so he could smile secretly as he watched her walk back and forth.

  Sighing heavily she could finally feel herself beginning to truly relax, and closing her eyes she felt herself falling into a deep doze. She dreamed of kneeling before her King who sat on an ornate, huge throne, being spanked by the court jester and running around an enormous castle. She woke up feeling as if she was actually living a fantasy and none of what had happened to her was real. But as she came out of her heavy sleep her bottom quickly reminded her of just how real it was.