Lizbet's breathing changed and her face suffused with colour. Her hips jerked involuntarily, spasming.
"Come for me, baby," Daniel whispered huskily.
And come she did, gasping and squealing and squirming, then shrieking out as her hips bucked and she rode the wave, finally settling close to his chest, gasping and sated.
"Ohhhh," was all she could say. Her chest heaved. The residue of her orgasm throbbed pleasingly, making her jerk and shudder, until at length she was still. "Oh boy," she gasped.
"Good, huh?" Daniel grinned.
"Good doesn't describe it. I - oh ... what's this, I wonder?" Her hand rested on Daniel's bulging jeans. His cock was rock hard. She tentatively pressed it and met no resistance. So she stroked the fabric of his jeans and was rewarded by a groan. She grinned.
"I have something nice for good girls... a nice lollipop to suck."
"Oh goody! I just love sucking lollipops," enthused Lizbet, her fingers deftly unbuckling and unzipping.
His cock sprang free of the confines of his clothes. Lizbet blinked. He was a big man and he was ALL in proportion. His cock was massive - long and thick - rigid and ready for some special treatment. Lizbet grasped the base of the thick shaft and slowly, teasingly drew her hand up to the tip and back down again.
"Oh yeah, baby," grunted Daniel. He leaned back against the cushions of the sofa.
Lizbet looked at him, his eyes closed, an ecstatic expression on his face. She chuckled to herself, thinking, Who's in charge now? I AM!
She stroked and teased, and finally lowered her head, licking the tip of his penis, teasing him with little flicks of her tongue.
"Ohhh," he groaned.
She continued, using her mouth and her hands, the latter stroking his shaft and reaching down to cup his balls. She felt his hand grip her head, forcing it down lower. Her head bobbing up and down, she gave him what he needed.
He released with a roar as loud as an express train, and if Lizbet hadn't had her mouth full she would have giggled. She tried not to, but emitted a strange gurgling, choking sound as she came up for air.
"Oh my - that was one hell of a lollipop!" she spluttered.
Daniel laughed softly and reached for her. They curled up together, contented and happy.
---oOo---
Their routine continued, Lizbet experiencing play where she became various ages ranging from six to sixteen. They communicated extensively, always discussing how each weekend role play session had gone, and what if anything they could do to improve on it next time. Lizbet enjoyed tea parties, teddy bears picnics on the lawn of Daniel's house, playing with dolls, ice skating and rollerblading, snuggles and cuddles and having her hair brushed - and of course lots and lots and lots of spankings - when she was naughty and even when she was good! They continued to be intimate, enjoying petting and mutual masturbation, but deliberately held back on full sex, feeling they would instinctively recognise the moment which signified the right time for it to happen.
And as the days passed, under Daniel's guidance Lizbet became steadily more organised. When her clothes were washed and dried, she ironed them and put them away, instead of leaving a huge heap in the ironing cupboard. She kept her bedroom reasonably tidy and no longer had to wade through a pile of discarded clothes and shoes on the floor. She washed up after each meal, and put the dishes neatly back in the cupboard. She tried very hard with her paperwork and managed to get a system going which meant she knew where things were and could put her hand on what was needed at any time. She began to pay her bills on time. Bedtimes were still a bit of a problem, but she negotiated an 11pm bedtime instead of 10:30, and that helped - and because she was going to bed earlier, she automatically got up earlier in the mornings and felt fresh to start the day. It was good for her. Daniel was good for her. She felt cherished and adored, and she adored him. Her very own Daddy.
But one evening, her feelings were put to the test. They went to the BDSM club where they had met almost four weeks ago. Lizbet marvelled that it was only four weeks - it seemed as though she and Daniel had been a couple for a lifetime. She had expressed an interest in playing in the schoolroom, and Daniel had taken her out shopping for a school uniform. She came out of the shop with a maroon striped blazer, maroon pleated skirt, white blouse, striped tie, and a pair of white knee-length socks and a pair of black Mary Jane style shoes with a cute little button ankle strap.
"You look adorable, princess," Daniel told her, and she preened and blushed beneath his admiring gaze.
She changed from street clothes into her school uniform once they reached the club. Holding tightly to Daniel's hand, they made their way to the schoolroom. Becky was there, and four other schoolgirls, and two schoolboys dressed in short trousers. But of Sir Richard there was no sign. The 'teacher' was a tall thin woman with a pointy chin and long black hair. She wore a black gown and carried a cane which she waved in the air before applying it firmly to the bottom of one of the girls who was bent bare-bottomed over the teacher's desk.
While the caning was in progress, Lizbet beckoned Becky, who scampered to the back of the room and hugged them both, giving an especially long hug to Daniel followed by a big wet kiss on his lips. It was tricky - she had to reach up on tiptoe and grab his head to pull his mouth down to meet hers.
"Where's Sir Richard?" asked Lizbet.
"Oh, him," replied Becky dismissively. "We split last week. He has a lot to learn about being a Daddy. He's not half as good as you, Daniel." She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes. "I'm really missing my Daniel."
Lizbet's face fell. Like hell, she thought. He's not your Daniel any more. He's mine! But she took a deep breath and tried to ignore Becky's remark.
"Oh dear. Sorry to hear that. What happened between you two?" asked Daniel, extricating Becky's arms from around his neck.
"It just didn't work. He wasn't right for me. I kept comparing him with you all the time and ... well, he just didn't measure up."
Lizbet frowned. She didn't like the way this conversation was heading. A stab of jealousy pierced her like a poisonous dart. How dare this woman make a play for Daniel. She reached out and held Daniel's hand.
Becky smiled and reached for Daniel's other hand. "Tell you what, darling, how about you take us two naughty girls to the bar. I'm dying of thirst, and this school class is so boring tonight. I want some real fun," she added meaningfully, making eyes at him again.
Much to Lizbet's disgust, Daniel went along with her request.
"Ok. We can't have you dying of thirst. I'll buy you a coke. Come on." He led the two of them through into the main play area. The club was busy tonight. All the equipment appeared to be in use.
"I might let you give me a flogging later, Daniel," said Becky. "You take me to heaven and back with your double handed flogging," she purred.
Lizbet scowled. She wanted to punch Becky hard on the nose. The little bitch was being insufferable.
When they reached the bar area, Daniel released his hands from theirs and pushed to a small space at the front of the bar counter. While he was ordering drinks, Lizbet pointedly ignored Becky until Becky whispered in her ear.
"I'll get him back, you know. He's my Daddy. He'll never be yours."
"Fuck off," said Lizbet. "Fuck right off, you malicious little cow."
"Lizbet! Don't swear at Becky. Stop being so disrespectful." Daniel handed her a coke and glared at her, much to the delight of Becky who took her own drink and continued to simper and flirt.
"Thank you darling. Mmm, this tastes good, but not half as good as that lemonade you used to make for me when I'd been a really good girl," she said, darting a look of malice at Lizbet.
Lizbet was about to hurl a few choice expletives in Becky's direction when she caught Daniel's eye. She wasn't sure how she managed to restrain herself, but she did, and stood glowering, upset and angry. Eventually, she couldn't stand it any more.
"I'm going to the toilet," she said, and flounced off. She was so tense she was tremb
ling. She washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face, taking deep breaths, willing herself to calm down and not to get upset. Thoughts of Becky kept whirling around in her head. You little bitch! Keep your rancid little fingers off MY Daddy! She balled her fingers into fists and punched the air, imagining it was Becky standing there with a squashed nose. Hah! That would serve the cow right.
Some time later, she left the toilets and returned to the bar area. There was no sign of Daniel and Becky. A feeling of dread seeped through her bones. She craned her head, looking for them. Daniel was so tall he was easy to spot in a crowd. But she couldn't spot him anywhere.
She left the bar area and walked around the perimeter of the communal room, and when she had almost given up hope of finding him, she saw him. He was in one of the alcoves. And he was in the process of securing the wrist restraints of a naked girl, holding one wrist high and fastening it to a length of chain on the wall.
The naked girl was Becky.
---oOo---
Lizbet's whole world crumbled in that moment. She stared in horror, then turned and fled. Stricken, she pushed her way through the throng and ran into the locker room, grabbing her bag out of her locker. She didn't even bother to change back into her street clothes. She left them where they were, and ran out into the street in her school uniform.
After hurrying down the darkened road for a few minutes, she hailed a cab driving on the opposite side of the road. The driver made a U-turn and pulled up alongside her.
"Where are you going, Miss? You're a bit young to be out this late without your parents, aren't you?"
"Shut up. I'm 25," snapped Lizbet. She gave him her address and climbed into the back of the cab where she sat cocooned in the embrace of a welcome darkness.
"Whatever," said the driver sceptically. He shrugged and drove out into the night.
---oOo---
Back in the club, Daniel secured Becky's remaining wrist, checking the restraints to make sure they weren't too tight.
"There. I think that should do it. She's all yours," he said to the tall thin woman with the pointy chin and black hair.
"Hey! What?!" Becky turned her head. "Daniel! I want YOU to do me, not her!" she spat.
"You don't listen, do you Becky. I've told you twice. Lizbet's my little girl now, and nothing is going to change that. Understood?"
"But ... but ..."
The tall woman picked up her suede flogger. "Naughty little girl, walking out of my class without permission. Do you know the trouble I've had to go to, to get a substitute teacher to stand in for me? Do you?"
"No," said Becky sulkily. "And I didn't give you permission to flog me either."
"Maybe not. But I hear you have a taste for double handed flogging, and as it happens ..." the tall woman picked up an identical flogger from her toy bag, "I happen to have two of these little beauties."
"Oh," said Becky, her interest obvious even though she tried hard not to let it show.
"Want to try it?"
"Oh go on then," said Becky. "I suppose you'll have to do for the time being. My safe word is popcorn."
"You won't need it," the Domme informed her. "I'm about to take you to the stars with these babies. You'll love it, cute buns."
Daniel grinned, winked at the Domme, and headed back to the bar to find Lizbet. He was puzzled not to find her there and spent the next ten minutes looking for her, even venturing into the women's toilets to see if she was sulking in there. At length he went to the locker room.
The door to Lizbet's locker swung open, revealing her street clothes but not her bag. Frowning and concerned, Daniel pulled out his cell phone and called her. To his relief, she answered.
"Lizbet. Where are you? I've been looking for you."
"I'm at home where I belong and I never, never, want to see you again!"
"What?!"
"So don't bother calling again. And don't bother coming round. You're history!"
"But Lizbet - Lizbet? ... Damn it - she's hung up on me."
Daniel left the club and got into his car. He drove straight round to Lizbet's apartment building, and raced up the stairs to the second floor. Then he hammered on her door, grim-faced, thinking that the noise would have Miss Jessop complaining again. But he didn't give a rat's arse about Miss Jessop. All he cared about was his little Lizbet. He pounded on her door.
It opened, and a tearful Lizbet stood there.
"I told you not to call me or come round. I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"Shut up. I call the shots around here and you're the one who does as she's told. Now let me in. You and I need to have a little talk." He pushed past her and shut the door behind him. Taking hold of her arm he guided her to the sofa. "Sit."
Lizbet sat, her lower lip quivering, desperately trying to hold back her tears.
"Now what's all this about, Lizbet?"
Lizbet shook her head.
"Lizbet, I asked you a question. Answer me please."
"I saw you - with her ... that slimy hateful bitch Becky. And she was n-n-naked!! How could you," she wailed.
"Oh," said Daniel. And then to Lizbet's amazement he threw back his head and started to laugh.
"I'm glad you think it's funny," she retorted. "And I don't know why you're here, now that she has got you back again."
"Oh you silly girl. You've got it all wrong. Hopelessly wrong." He began to explain what happened.
Lizbet stared at him, desperately wanting to believe him, but she couldn't. Not quite. "When you were at the bar, she told me she was going to get you back. That's why I swore at her. I didn't know you heard me tell her to fuck right off, but I'll tell her again if I ever have the misfortune to see her!"
Daniel shook his head. He smiled, exasperated, yet sensitive to Lizbet's emotions. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and punched in a number. "Hi. It's Daniel. Lizbet ran off home and is rather upset. I need you to tell her what's going on. I'll put her on." He handed the phone to Lizbet, saying, "The woman teacher you saw in the schoolroom is Mistress Raven. I have her on the line. She wants to talk to you. Here." He thrust the phone into Lizbet's hands and strode into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
Lizbet joined him in the kitchen a few minutes later. She looked decidedly sheepish and apologetic.
"Well?" queried Daniel. "What have you got to say for yourself, little one?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy." The word slipped out unbidden. Even as a grown adult she could call him Daddy and it felt so right. She threw herself into his waiting arms. "I'm so sorry. I've been very silly. And jealous. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course I can, my pet." He hugged her close, enveloping her in his arms. Then he lifted her bodily and kissed her mouth. "But ... you've been a bad girl. And what do bad girls get?" His eyes twinkled with laughter as he waited for her response.
"A spanking?"
"Uh huh." He sat at one of the kitchen chairs. "Over you go."
And over she went, a big smile on her face. Daniel flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties, baring her cute buns for his pleasure. He stroked the smooth cream flesh reverently, and then brought his hand down hard. The sound rang out in the small room. Lizbet giggled. Daniel grinned, and then he did it again, and again.
This was a good girl spanking, she loved these, loved the closeness and the intimacy of hand on flesh. The spanks rained down faster, a flurry of them, falling rhythmically, light then moderate and then hard. Then he would vary the intensity a little so that she didn't know when to expect a really hard one. She yelped and wriggled and squirmed in the most delightful way, her bottom colouring a beautiful rose pink. Her cheeks bounced beneath his ministrations, the flesh dipping and then bouncing back for more.
"More!" she squealed.
He gave her more, spanking her until her little bottom was a cheery cherry red.
"Ow! Ow!" she yelped, yet somehow laughing at the same time.
He lifted her up. "Now you go and stand in that corner and wait there unti
l I come back from the car. Ok?"
"Ok," she said happily, and stood nose to the wall, her red, lovingly punished bottom on display. It throbbed in the most delicious way, making her squirm.
When Daniel returned he had his toy bag with him. "I'm going to give you a treat." He winked at her. "Come into the bedroom. Let me undress you completely."
He did so, and positioned her on the bed face down. From his bag he produced two lightweight floggers in purple suede. They had waxed and polished mahogany handles and a 16 inch drop.
He began by using just one on her back, lightly, using small circular motions, and then worked down to her bottom. Picking up the other flogger, he used both at once, one in each hand.
Lizbet purred in ecstasy. "Oh that feels so good," she enthused.
Daniel chuckled softly, and increased the pressure, letting it build gradually. Lizbet floated, feeling the sensations fill her. It felt wonderful. She was intensely disappointed when he flipped her over and put the floggers down.
He caught her look. "Don't look so devastated. You're going to love the next part even more." From the confines of his bag he produce a much smaller flogger and grinned wickedly, waving it in front of her. "This is a pussy flogger. Spread your legs, princess. Raise your knees."
He set to work, flogging her clit lightly. The implement had such a delicate touch. Lizbet moaned, and closed her eyes. She began to pant and raise her pelvis eagerly, and her hips began to rock.
"Oh..." she whispered. The wave was building.
Daniel inserted a finger into her pussy whilst continuing to lightly flog her clit. It drove her wild. It drove her over the edge and she came - loudly - shrieking out her delight. She lay panting on the bed and when she opened her eyes, there was Daniel. He began to undress.
Stark naked, he towered over her like some Olympic God, his cock rampant. Lizbet thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. In his hand was a pack of condoms. He tore open the packet and rolled a rubber onto his glistening cock.
He met her gaze with his own. "Is it time, my sweet nymphet?" he asked, already descending, lowering his body over hers.
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