The Billionaire's Daughter

by Maggie Carpenter

  Kate beamed.

  She sat back down next to her father and sipped her champagne, but it wasn’t easy. She was extremely uncomfortable. The scratchy lacy panties were rubbing her tender behind and she was finding it difficult to remain still.

  “Dad,” she said tentatively, “there’s something - something - I want to tell you.”

  He studied her daughter’s face. The last time he had seen her looking so well scrubbed and pretty, was when she was just 12 years old.

  “Yes, Kate? What is it?”

  “I want to say how sorry I am for having caused you so much trouble.”

  Dante pricked his ears. The spontaneous apology surprised him. He glanced at Bill Hollister and thought he saw the trace of a tear in the older man’s eye.

  “I’m extremely lucky to have been born with so much privilege,” she continued, shifting her seat, “and I’ve taken it all for granted. You’ve been so good to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “Dante has shown me that and I want to thank you for giving him the chance to help me find myself. And again, I’m really sorry for all the trouble.”

  Her face was red and a single tear trickled down her cheek.

  “Sweetheart,” Bill exclaimed, clearly touched by his daughter’s heartfelt speech, “the important thing is - well - look at you! You’ve come come through it and that’s all that matters.”

  Dante could see Kate’s father was having a tough time controlling his own unexpected wave of emotion.

  “Thank you, Dad,” she said, softly, and threw her arms around his neck. He’d not had a hug from his daughter since she was a little girl and it was the last straw. He held her tightly, letting out a gruff coughing sound, and Dante saw tears slide down his face.

  “Alright, alright,” he said, releasing her and wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “You just make sure you continue to listen to Dante.”

  “Yes, Dad. I promise,” she said. “And you should know that Dante taught me how to make the dinner we’re having.”

  “Is that so. A man of many talents,” Bill exclaimed, looking over at him.

  “Speaking of which, I should go and check on it. Would you please excuse me?” she said, standing up.

  “Of course, my dear,” Bill replied.

  Kate stood up and headed out, and Dante, who had been standing against the fireplace the whole time, finally sat down in the armchair opposite the couch. Bill stared at him in amazement.

  “Dante,” Bill Hollister began, “I really don’t know how you’ve worked this miracle. It’s remarkable. I hardly recognize her. And I don’t just mean the hair - the clothes - the make up. I mean, everything. She’s so polite - and dare I say it - demure.”

  “Well thank you,” Dante said smiling. “I think she just needed the right motivation. Did you know that she’s a very talented artist and wants to pursue art as a career? I think she’d do very well if she could get into some kind of graphic arts college, or even design school. She really is very good.”

  “I’m sure we could arrange that,” Bill Hollister said quickly. “I know she likes painting. She tried a few classes but they didn’t work out so well,” he said, frowning, recalling the unfortunate incidents. “But she did a masterful job in her room. Perhaps with your influence the second time around will be more successful.”

  “I can guarantee it,” Dante promised.

  “And I believe you,” Bill chuckled.

  A cough interrupted the conversation and they looked across at Kate, now standing in the doorway.

  “I think about thirty minutes, so if you want to take some time to freshen up ---”

  “Excellent suggestion,” her father replied, standing up and walking toward the doors. As he met his daughter he hugged her again.

  “I’m very proud of you dear,” he said softly. “Very.”

  Kate smiled and choked back a fresh set of tears.

  Once he was gone she walked over to Dante and sat on the arm of the chair.

  “Oh my gosh,” she breathed. “That was incredible.”

  Dante stood up and gave her a quick hug of his own.

  “You’re incredible,” he whispered in her ear. “Now let’s get this cleared up.”

  Putting everything back on the tray they headed back to the kitchen. Dante placed the bottle back in the refrigerator to keep it cold for their meal, and leaned against the wall watching Kate while she washed the glasses. When she had finished drying them and returning them to their cupboard, he beckoned her over.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, pulling her close and cupping her seat cheeks in his hands.

  “Ow,” she winced.

  “Complaining?” he asked, seriously.

  “No!” she exclaimed. “Not at all.”

  “Just as well!” he declared. “And don’t forget there are lots of wooden spoons in this kitchen and I’ll have no compunction about using any of them if need be,” he warned, though with a smile.

  She felt a warm rush. Her clit twitched and her nipples hardened under her sweater.

  “Hmmm.... a good spanking does more than teach doesn’t it Kate?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, truthfully. “It certainly does.”

  “Make sure you call me Dante in front of your father,” he reminded her.

  “Yes. Dante,” she giggled.

  He squeezed again and she winced again.

  “Polite and sweet,” he said firmly.

  “Yes - of course.”

  He raised her skirt and slipped his fingers through the waistband of her panties. She gasped, loving the feel of his fingers against her skin. He moved them down, slipping them into her wet crevice.

  “Baby,” he crooned, “You’re unbelievably wet.”

  He kissed her neck and felt her melt into his chest.

  “Oh Dante,” she moaned. “I want you so badly.”

  “You know what to do then,” he said quietly. “Be a good girl. Good girls get rewarded, and bad girls--?”

  “Get punished,” she finished, trembling as his finger brushed against her tingling twat.

  “Check on your roast,” he said, gently pushing her away and willing his cock to sleep.

  She stepped back, took a deep breath and headed to the oven.

  Dante was keeping her company as she continued to work on the meal, when he heard her father coming down the stairs. He peeked out and saw the man headed to his study.

  “I need to talk to you dad for a minute. I’ll be back.”

  “Is everything ok?” she asked.

  “Yes. Absolutely,” he reassured her, walking out. “I just want him to know that what he’s seeing is permanent. It is, isn’t it?”

  “Oh yes,” she replied, emphatically. “Tell him definitely yes.”

  But that was not the real reason he wanted to talk to her father. There was something far more important on his mind. When he reached the study he found the door ajar, and as soon as Bill saw him approach he stood up from behind his desk.

  “Dante,” Bill said, “How can I ever thank you.”

  “Believe me,” Dante replied, “the pleasure has been all mine. Kate is a lovely young woman.”

  “Well - she’s a lovely young woman because you waved a magic wand,” the man said seriously. “Please, sit down,” he offered, gesturing towards the seat in front of his desk.

  Sitting down Dante suppressed a laugh. He’d waved several magic wands. His hand, his cock, his crop and his flogger.

  “Bill,” he began, soberly. “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

  “Is there something wrong?” Bill asked, a frown crossing his face.

  “No - actually. There’s something very right,” he replied, putting the man’s mind at rest. “The thing is,” he continued, clearing his throat, “I - well - I have fallen very deeply in love with Kate. I realized just recently that I think I’ve been in love with her for a long time. It kind of, snuck up on me.”

  “Dante that’s wonderful news. I can’t think
of anyone I’d rather have with Kate than you!”

  “I wasn’t sure - I mean - I’m not a Wall Street type or anything,” Dante said, quietly confessing his fears.

  As much as he knew Bill Hollister loved and respected him, Dante wasn’t completely sure the man would want his daughter marrying a landscape architect from such humble beginnings. Now he felt embarrassed that he had underestimated him.

  “Dante,” Bill said gravely, “the most important thing is that Kate is happy and loved by the man she chooses. I was just hoping it would be a man who could handle her and keep her out of trouble. I have no doubt about that with you! None whatsoever.”

  “Thank you, Bill. Very much. I - uh - actually I plan on asking her to marry me. With your permission and blessing of course.”

  “But of course. I couldn’t be happier. This is just a marvelous day,” Bill beamed, and moved quickly around the desk. Dante rose from this chair and embraced him. There was an awkward moment as they broke apart, but were saved by Kate’s voice.

  “Dinner’s ready.”

  She was standing in the doorway, a puzzled look on her face.

  “Is everything alright?” she asked, wondering what she’d come across.

  “Everything is better than alright,” her father answered. “And I’m starving. Feed me!”

  She laughed, and the two men, smiling broadly, followed her to the dining room and took their seats. Kate served them both then brought her own plate to the table and sat down.

  The meal was eaten with delight and great compliments, and the desert, a cheesecake delivered from a local eatery, was consumed with relish. When Kate rose to clear the plates and insisted no-one help her, once again her father was delightfully surprised, and he and Dante retired to living room where Kate served them coffee.

  “Dante tells me you’d like to study art,” Bill said as she sat down next to him on the sofa. “I know you’ve tried art classes before, but if you think you can stick it out this time you have my blessing and support. I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

  “Really,” Kate beamed, shooting Dante a look.

  “Really,” Bill Hollister replied.

  “Thank you, Dad. Thank you so much!” she exclaimed happily.

  “You’re welcome. Just let me know all the details,” he replied, as he finished his coffee. “My goodness. I’m suddenly very tired. Been a long trip - long day. I think I’m ready to head up to bed. Still have some papers to read before I can go to sleep,” he said, standing up.

  Kate hugged him tightly.

  “Goodnight sweetheart,” he said warmly. “I’m just so proud of you.” He kissed her on the forehead.

  Dante and Kate followed him out of the living room and said a second goodnight as they watched him walk up the stairs, then wandered back to sit in front of the fire. Dante closed the large double doors and settled on the couch. Leaning back he closed his eyes. He too was feeling totally wiped out.

  “You exhausted as well,” Kate observed, flopping down next to him.

  “I certainly am,” he replied, opening his eyes and looking down at her. “You were brilliant tonight,” he said, placing an arm around her and pulling her next to him. “Just brilliant. I’m so proud of you.”

  She snuggled against him.

  “Dare I ask if I get my reward?” she said, moving her hand across his member, resting quietly inside his trousers.

  “I think,” he began, slowly, “you might get a reward -- and something extra,” he replied.

  “That sounds mysterious,” she she replied. “Something extra?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he told her, and stroked her hair.

  Knowing she was probably just as tired, he offered to help finish the cleaning up in the kitchen and she gratefully accepted. With the two of them working together it didn’t take long and they were soon back in his room.

  The Master Suite was an entire wing on the opposite side of the house, so Dante had no concerns about being disturbed, but he was not going to allow Kate to stay with him over night, simply out of respect.

  They undressed quickly but he told her leave on her patines, and settling on the bed, instructed her to lay across his lap. In short order she was in position, her luscious belly rubbing against him

  He moved his hand across her pantied bottom, squeezing her cheeks, knowing she would feel it. She was stoic, barely making a sound as his hands clutched and held and pinched. He slipped a finger under the fabric and touched between her lips. She squirmed and moaned with pleasure.

  His probing fingers circled and pressed her swollen clit and she began panting as her excitement grew. Pulling his hand away he slapped her lightly a few times, then slowly began the delicious task of removing the pretty pink underwear. He pulled the waistband down a few inches, then waited, then a little further, then waited, and finally slid them all the way down to her knees. He stared with satisfaction at the fading marks left by the previous night’s flogging, and traced his fingers across the lines, caressing her softly.

  “Your bottom is just so spankable,” he remarked. “Truly one of the most spankable bottoms I’ve ever seen. And you, young lady, are so deserving of endless spankings. You need to be spanked every day of your life. Do you know that?”

  As if to emphasis his point he slapped her again, quite hard,on each cheek.

  “I asked you a question,” he said, firmly.

  Kate had been lost in a state of sexual bliss.

  “I’m sorry,” she stammered. “If you say so Dante then I’m sure you’re right.”

  He spanked her again, his open palm bouncing from one cheek to the other. She moaned and wriggled, wondering why she relished every single moment of the stinging attention.

  “A spanking a day keeps the brat away,” he said, then slipped his fingers back between her legs.

  “Kate,” he said, seriously, “I don’t want this to end. I want you - I want to see you go to art school, succeed as an artist or designer, or anything else you want to be, but I want to be right next to you through the whole thing.”

  His words swam in her head as he continued to toy and tease her.

  “I want you to be in my life and stay in my life, and I want to spank you every single day.”

  His finger circled and pressed, and her breathing grew into a heavy, quick panting.

  “I will spank you for pleasure and spank you for punishment. I will teach you all kinds of things and help you as much as I can,” he continued.

  The orgasm was looming now and Kate held her breath, waiting for the moment.

  “But I can only do that if you want me to. If you’ll let me. Will you let me Kate? Do you want me as a permanent fixture in your life? Do you want me to spank you every single day?”

  The finger moved aggressively, demanding a response.

  “Yes, Dante!” she cried. “Yes... pppppleeeassseee... yes!!!”

  Dante saw her body tense and spasm as she exploded against his finger, and his own member rubbing against her belly spontaneously jetted forth. He hadn’t felt its approach until seconds before the eruption. She fell limp, and he let her lay there a moment as she caught her breath, then pulled her up and moved her to his side. She stretched out next to him and laid her head against his chest.

  “Do you mean it?” she whispered. “You really want me?”

  “I mean it,” he replied. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. Don’t you know that by now?”

  “Oh yes,” she sighed.

  He held her tightly, then leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her just as he had in the laundry room. Slow, warm, moist, lingering his lips across her chin as he pulled his mouth from hers.

  “When I say, I want to be with you,” he said softly, “I don’t just mean - as your boyfriend.”

  Kate stared at him, not quite believing where he seemed to be headed.

  “I love you, Kate. And I want you to be my wife. I want to marry you.”

  A large lump of lava filled her th
roat.

  “Oh Dante,” she managed, “I - c- can’t believe it. I’m sooooo haaappyy,” she suddenly bawled, the lava exploding into tears. “I’ve loved you f -f -forever.”

  “Then why are you crying you ninny?” he asked, cradling her, fighting his own surge of emotion.

  “B - because -- I don’t know,” she sobbed.

  He knew because he felt it too, and he just held her.

  After several minutes had passed, he reached across to the night stand and handed her a tissue.

  “Thank you,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose.

  “I hate to do this -- “ he sighed, “but you need to go to your own room at some point,” he said, wishing it weren’t so. “Out of respect for your father.”

  “I know,” she moaned.

  “Are you going to make a smashing breakfast in the morning,” he asked, smiling.

  “Best breakfast ever,” she answered.

  But he couldn’t let her leave just yet, and held her, listening to her breathing and letting them doze for a while. Much later, he stirred her awake.

  “Come on sweetie, you need to go now,” he whispered.

  She rose up and slowly dressed as Dante watched her. He knew she’d always be a handful, but that was one of the things he adored about her. It was all part of the package.

  “Dante,” he said softly.

  “Yes Kate?”

  She suddenly ran to him and hugged him tightly.

  “You saved me.”

  “No Kate - you let yourself be saved,” he replied. “And you gave me the most precious gift you could possibly have given. The gift of submission. It is I who must thank you.”

  Kate wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but she knew she wanted his hand on her bottom - soft and stinging - for the rest of her life.