Stranger?

Happy hours really weren’t her thing. Especially ones attached to out of town business conferences. A bunch of random people sitting around making small talk with other random people. She could think of better ways to spend her time. But since her coworkers had begged, pleaded, cajoled and coerced - she finally agreed. Perhaps a little time out would lift her mood and reduce her stress a bit.

After a time, and  pomegranate martini or three, she was starting to feel more relaxed. She had to admit she was starting to enjoy herself. Surprisingly, the men there weren’t the typical boring type. She managed to have a few lively conversations with a few interesting gentlemen.


She couldn’t help but notice, however, one man in particular. Every now and then, his eyes locked with hers until she looked away. His eyes were the brownest she’d ever seen and they seemed to hypnotize her. The way he stared -- it seemed as if he was looking right inside her.


When she finally gathered the courage to look up again, he was gone. She did a quick scan and decided that she had missed her opportunity.


“You have an amazing ass. I’d love to do so many things with it.” She hadn’t noticed him come up behind her, but the way his voice resonated in her ear made her instantly wet.


He sat down next to her and bought her a drink. She was completely captivated. They made seamless conversation. They talked about football while he put his hand on her thigh. He must have read the glint in her eyes. “You’re thinking that you should object, but your body doesn’t want to, does it?”


“No, it doesn’t,” she managed feebly. “You are embarrassed at how your body responds, aren’t you?” She could only manage a nod - especially since his fingers had discovered the wetness of her crotch. 


“Have you ever been finger fucked while sitting at a bar? Are you afraid someone may see me fingering your hot wet pussy?” His fingers plunged so deep inside, she thought she might faint. 


“Here. In exactly ten minutes, you’ll need this.” He slid something to her across the bar. She looked down and noticed that it was a hotel key card. She wasn’t sure how to formulate a reply. Should she display indignation? Disbelief, what? It was a moot point anyway because in an instant he was gone. 

After a few moments, and a tad more liquid courage, she headed for the exit. As she rummaged in her handbag for her keys, an arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an adjacent room. The room was dark and when the lights came on, she found him sitting on the sofa. “Come here.”

For reasons that escaped her, her body betrayed her and seemed destined to obey his commands. He pulled her to him and ran his hands up her thighs. She was embarrassed now that underwear didn’t really go with her dress. He plunged a finger into her hotly soaked pussy and she gasped aloud. His fingers delved deep inside her private place and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Suddenly, he got up. “ You know where you were told to be. So be.” With that, he abruptly left. 


She scrambled to her feet and quickly found his key. Was she really going to do this?


Between the flutters in her belly and the knocking of her knees, she thought for sure she was crazy. Somehow, she found the fortitude to open the door. She heard music but saw no one. Making her way to the bedroom, she found a note on the bed: Shower, put these on, remain standing, and wait.


Quickly, she complied. She sat on the bed, freshly showered wearing lingerie, heels and a blindfold. After jumping at every creak, rustle and sound generated by her anxious imagination, she sensed his presence.

She felt soft caresses all about her body. It drove her insane with desire because she never knew where the next delicious touch would land nor when it could come. She felt her thong being pushed aside and a tongue lick her sweet spot until she almost fell off her feet. Literally. Hands guided her to the bed where she landed on her back. Her legs were flung over her head and the entry was rough and primal. The hands grabbed her throat and squeezed. Fuck! Had she bitten off more than she could …


She couldn’t think. He was fucking her so rough but it felt incredible. So incredible that she felt an orgasm barreling down like a freight train. She was so turned on she could feel her own wetness leak onto the sheets. 

As he grabbed her hair with one hand and her neck with the other, he began to squeeze more firmly, just a bit past the point she thought she should be concerned. He nuzzled close to her ear and growled, “Fuck. My little girl has gotten Daddy incredibly turned on.”


“But the next time I say be here in ten minutes, that’s what I mean.” 


He flipped her over on to her belly so that she was now in his favorite pose: face down, ass up.

“Now Daddy is going to make you pay for being late and making me wait. And you are going to pay. Deeply….”

Suddenly Awaken

She was having such a wonderful dream.


Just as she was at a particularly hot part of the dream, she was suddenly awaken by a slight pain in her arm. Maybe she was just laying on it the wrong way. She attempted to move, but found she couldn't. 


The, "What the Hell!" in her throat never materialized as she felt as hands clamped down around her mouth then wrapped around her neck.

"Daddy's in a mood, little one. I need to use you, hard. And I'm going to use you, hard. Do you trust me?"


"Y-y-yes, Daddy." she stammered.


"Good girl."


"I plan to take advantage of the body that I own. The body that is meant for my pleasure. Maybe you will get release - maybe you won't. Quite frankly, it is immaterial to me. You belong to me and Daddy has much stress and frustration to release. I plan on doing that by fucking you -- all of you -- any way that I choose and until I am satisfied. Do you understand?"


She knew that was a rhetorical question. Having complete trust in him and being completely owned by him, she felt her job was to please him - which pleased her. "I understand, Daddy."

In an instant, she found herself being straddled as she struggled for air, for he was plunging himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. Freeing her wrists, he plunged his fingers into her creamy, wet center and it was all she could do not to explode. He must have recognized it on her face. "Don't you fucking dare!," he growled in her ear as she wrapped his hands around her neck. She knew she had to have permission, but he was making it really hard to resist.


He was so strong that he flipped her face down onto the bed with one fluid motion. Grabbing her by the hair, he ushered her up onto her knees --face down, ass up -- his favorite. He pounded so hard, her head banged into the headboard, finally pinning her to that edge that rendered her immobile. All she could do was whimper in ecstasy.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair and forced her upright. He plunged a finger into her unsuspecting ass and she let out a yelp. "Good girl. Daddy's dirty little girl." That served to force stream of her wetness to run down her legs.

At this sight, he grunted aloud and kissed her on her neck. He kissed; she whimpered. He bit down on her shoulder and she cried out. "Fuck. Daddy loves to mark his property."

She thought she might pass out. Not from the pain - the bite was firm but not hard - but from the strain of trying desperately not to squirt all over the place. He pushed her back up to her knees - her face down to the bed.


The tip of his stiffness threatened to push through her backdoor like a tornado. He alternated between his tip and his finger until she thought she would faint. Her mouth moved but no sound could be heard. If it was possible to perish from pleasure, she felt surely she was getting close.


Suddenly he got up. The admonishment to lie still seemed implied. Just as well. Her breathing was far too erratic for her to move anyway.


She sensed that he went to the closet. She dared not move, so she was unsure of what was to come.


"Tell me that you are mine, little one."


"I am yours, Daddy."


The sound of his hand coming down on her unprepared ass filled the room like a shot.


"Are you ready little girl? The warm up is over. I hope you are prepared for Daddy's use."

First came the blindfold, then wrist ties, then the iPod.

Pleasure and pain were soon to follow...

Be Ready

“Be ready.”

Those two simply words sounded decidedly ominous. When he was in a mood, words tended to be sparse. As a matter of fact - one could say words were almost unnecessary.


He had been a way on business for a little over a week. Just when he was due to return, a last minute snafu required his attention. Owed to his strong work ethic, he needed to ensure that everything was once again running smoothly before he would feel comfortable enough to pull himself away.


Her heart beat erratically. He didn’t say when. He didn’t say how. He didn’t say where. She wanted so desperately to please him - she just hoped that when he arrived she would get a chance to do just that.


She made quick work of checking and rechecking the house to ensure that everything was just so. While not a total neat freak, he liked things orderly, but wanted the house to look lived in rather than a museum.


Favorite adult beverages on hand. Check. Favorite meal ready to be quickly reheated if needed. Check and re-check. Favorite toys which could double as delicious torture devices. Double check. 


Damn! Sometimes this was so hard. He loved coming home finding her in lingerie, but he also enjoyed her being naked when he walked through the door. Not knowing which he wanted was a bit unnerving. She decided to split the difference and wear very little. Maybe some stockings, which he loved, and a bra and panties. Nice to look at and easy to remove.

The anticipation began to consume her. The trickle began to grow into a rapid river - her tides ebbing and flowing uncontrollably. She lay on her back thinking of him towering over and completely filling her up. She removed her bra and touched, writhed and bucked and came this close to crossing the edge. It’s not that she didn’t want to - but she knew not to climax without permission. Quickly she dashed to the bathroom to freshen up. 

The hand came from behind and grabbed her throat. In her rapturous state, she never realized that he had been watching. He grunted in her ear. “Bend over.” Hell! Few words. Not good.

Without ceremony, his hand landed on her bottom. The sound was much like thunder. The blows sure came down as steady as rain. When she thought she might asphyxiate from her rapid breathing, he ordered her to walk to the bed and remove what was left of her clothes. 

“Daddy’s little girl is going to take a serious pounding. Whether you cum or not will be irrelevant. I have waited for a week to be unleashed and I don’t plan on being gentle. Don’t plan on sitting or walking comfortably for the next few days.”


With that, he pushed her down on the bed, flung her legs over her head as far back as they could go, and began pounding her holes. 

She wiggled, and undulated and even cried a little. 


He, however, hadn’t even really begun to deliver everything he had in store for her tonight…

Home Early

She had quickly exhausted ways in which to entertain herself. Dinner with friends, catching up on work, even mindless TV shows -- none of it filled the void of his absence. His business didn't take him away often, but when it did, she felt like a lost little lamb -- aimless without his guidance.


She wanted him beside her and inside her. His smell still lingered on his pillow and she quickly substituted it for her own. While only gone a few days, her body ached for him. Nightwear was optional when he was away, but she desperately wanted to be reminded of him - to be close to him. After a quick shower, she checked her cell anticipating a message. Nothing. Her heart sank a bit. He knew everything about her. Why couldn't he tell that she needed a piece of him now?


She scanned her phone for his old text messages. What was it about him? Though the words were weeks old, the fire between her legs began to rage as if he were right there. She tried as best she could to quell the heat, but it quickly proved too much. Not normally disobedient, she was about to do the unthinkable.


Naked still, she climbed into bed. The good girl on her shoulder sent objections. The naughty girl within made quick work of convincing her to open the night table drawer. His words began to fill her head. She was forbidden to use any of her toys without permission. Alas, not very submissive, but she simply HAD to put the fire out.

Arched back. Lustful moans. Passion unleashed. She decided there was no point in turning back. Her favorite toy in hand and imagining him inside her encouraged the squirting that was now taking place. Luckily, he wasn't due back until tomorrow evening so she decided clean up could wait until morning. If he knew, she would surely be punished. Sated and spent, she hugged his pillow tight and went to meet him in her dreams.


Maybe she could have prepared. Maybe she should have held out. Whatever the case, the safety of her slumber was about to be compromised.  For there he stood in the doorway, hairbrush in hand...

An Erotic Game of Cat and Mouse

"Buzz." The sound of an incoming text message usually made her mouth go dry with anticipation. He had inadvertently conditioned her like Pavlov’s dog. Only this time, she was up to her eyeballs in work and had a deadline. She seriously considered turning it off, but quickly thought better of it. For starters, he told her that her phone must ALWAYS remain on. Secondly, it may be her assistant with the information she need to put into her report.

She picked up her phone and her heart skipped a beat. “I can always tell if you have been naughty” read the text message. Damn, it turned her on when he sent her messages like that! Purposely ambiguous. She didn’t recall doing anything wrong - but then again, he didn’t actually accuse her either. He totally knew how to get inside her head.


Four grueling hours later, after barely meeting her deadline, she heard her cell phone buzzing as she walked to her car. “I control everything about you.” That’s all the text message said. She had to admit his random texts displaying his dominance over her made her instantly wet.

As she dropped her keys on the counter, she got another text. “You are never going anywhere…” Her head was starting to spin and her knickers were damp. She wasn’t sure why, but he was clearly playing an erotic game of cat and mouse with her. She decided to go with it - as if she really had a choice.



Entering the bedroom, she found a box sitting atop the bed with a note attached. Curiouser and curiouser. Gosh, this was making her crazy hot! The way he was able to control her without being anywhere around. The note read, “Get undressed and change into this outfit. Take the blindfold and tie it around your eyes. Make sure that you cannot see. When you are done, sit in the chair and wait. DO NOT MOVE!”




Quickly, she showered. She returned to the bedroom and went for the box. Her hands were trembling. He didn’t tell her how long she had to get ready. Was he watching? She must have jumped three feet in the air when her cell phone buzzed yet again. “Did I tell you to shower?!?”
Her heart seemed to stop beating for a second. How did he know? Was it coincidence?  Was he merely trying to get a reaction out of her? Buzzzz. “You must learn to follow directions, naughty girl. Do as you were told. NOW!” Her knees began to shake.


Slowly, she opened the box. The image took her breath away. Inside was a fancy black lingerie set -- black bra and panties, as well as a black silk scarf. He did have such exquisite taste. He always bought her lingerie and her clothing purchases were subject to his approval on the occasions when he didn’t buy them himself. Quickly, she put on the lingerie and sat backwards in the chair. It made it easier to tie the blindfold around herself. She tripled checked it to make certain that she could not see. She wasn’t sure of his mood, but she certainly did not want to push her luck. Whatever his plan was for her, she had a feeling that he was not in a mood to abide her cheekiness.


The house was still and quiet. She wasn’t sure how long she should sit there or how long she had been waiting. What she did know was that she was beginning to lose all sense of time and place. Out of nowhere, music began playing in the background. It startled her so she actually yelped out loud. She couldn’t tell if he activated it by timer or by remote control. She had to admit that all this intrigue and mystery was an incredible turn on. She was getting her pretty new panties very wet indeed.


She never heard him enter the room. She never saw him watching her. He loved the way she looked when the moonlight illuminated her skin. He especially loved the way she looked in the lingerie he picked out. When he saw it in the store, he knew she had to have it. He was stiff most of the day just thinking about how well she would wear it. An imperceptible smile crossed his face as he watched her head dart about at every creak or sound she heard.


He walked towards her and wrapped his forearm around her neck. She moaned as he applied pressure and whispered in her ear. “I own you completely, yes?” She could only shake her head as words seemed to abandon her.

He reached down into her panties and touched between her legs. “So I see you are enjoying this. You enjoy relinquishing control to me." It was a statement rather than a question. “You are mine and I control everything about you. Do you understand?” “Yy-yes, Sir” she stammered. His hands and lips began to explore her body. He ran his fingers across her nipples and licked under the elastic of her panties. She thought she might faint from the sensation - which was heightened to the Nth degree since she didn’t know which area would be next. 


He helped her to her feet where he positioned her on her knees up on the bed. She let out a loud gasp as he ripped her panties off her body. She thought she would surely drown - for now her river truly began to crest and overflow. He smiled as he plunged his fingers inside her molten core.

He pushed her down on the bed and using his knees, he pried her legs apart. As he thrust himself into her, she let out a moan. Leaning next to her ear he said to her, "Does it feel good?" "Yes, Sir yes! Please, Sir, may I..."  His increased pounding rendered her speechless. "Please!! Sir, Please!" He smiled as he pulled out of her and watched her body convulse from being so close to the edge but denied the opportunity to climax. "Sometimes, it is simply a reminder so that you will learn to follow directions and never forget that you belong to me."


 He put a finger inside her and she began to moan uncontrollably. "Yes," he said. "I do love to hear you moan for me, especially when you want it so. You want it, don't you? " "Yes, Sir, please." 


"Then I shall give it to you."


 "Oh, yes, please, Sir, may I have it now?...I...ahhh, ahhhh.." 
She knew better than to orgasm without permission, but he sure was making it difficult for her to contain it.



Of course, being blindfolded, she never saw the imperceptible smile on his face nor the flogger before it began to rain down on her perfectly exposed bottom...

Spanked then Taken

Oh, to be in an alley in Italy...spanked then taken...

Is there anything hotter than that?

The Inevitable

Sometimes,

it was that look in her eyes.

Often,

it was the way she softly called

his name.

Frequently,

it was the breathy moan of her 

river in motion.

Tonight,

it was her 

pretty little heart beat

that echoed

loudly through the room,

the anticipation intoxicating.

Owned.

Cherished.

Vulnerable

as she waited for

the inevitable...

Thoughts?

Orgasm, Denied

On the drive home, we pass the time by listening to music and talking. Important things, routine things, silly things -- there is no subject out of bounds for us. We have about a three hour drive before we arrive home. As we have been up since quite early this morning, the lull of the tires against the asphalt, the crooning of Sinatra and the comfort of your voice has conspired to lull me to sleep. You glance over and notice that I am dozing off. Your hand brushes my hair from my eyes. You smile and let me nap. 

Once home, you direct me to shower and then go directly to bed. I inquire about our bags, unpacking and the like, but you will not here of it. I offer to wait up, you decline it with a kiss to my forehead. You need to answer a few emails and tell me you will be up shortly.

Freshly showered, the last bit of energy is quickly abandoning me. I grab a sleep shirt and put it on. Although you decline my offer, I grab a book, sit in the bedroom easy chair and attempt to read for a few minutes in hopes you will soon be done. My eyes are so heavy. Perhaps if I close them for just a second….

Done checking your emails, you come up to prepare for bed. Noticing the bed is empty, you look over. You smile a bit and remove the book that has fallen askew. After switching off the lamp, you scoop me up from the chair and place me onto the bed. I moan sleepily, but I am so tired I remain fast asleep. I never realize that I am in bed now, nor that you have left me to shower yourself.

You re-enter the bedroom and I am exactly as you left me. Taking a seat beside me, you lean in and whisper in my ear, “You were supposed to go straight to bed, baby girl. You wanted to stay awake, then awake you shall be.” A mischievous grin on your face, you raise my shirt a bit and reposition my legs so they are duly spread. You approach from the foot of the bed. Sliding between my legs, you manage to put my legs over your shoulders. I have made it easy for you to implement your deliciously wicked plan since I am sans panties. Slowly you kiss my perfectly smooth skin. I begin to stir but you are hardly done.

Your fingers begin to probe my core and I come out of my sleep. The come hither motion you make with your finger inside me makes me gasp and makes the room feel like it’s floating. The flicking off your tongue around my lips and I am fully awake but have been robbed of speech. Fingers, lips, mouth, tongue - I am about to explode. “Are you ready, baby girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” I know better than to climax without permission, but I fear I can’t take much more.

“Didn't Daddy tell you not to wait up?” you ask while thrusting two fingers inside me.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry…please Daddy…I can’t. Please!”

The sensations are taking over me now. Lips kissing secret places. Tongue invading private places. “Oh..., ahh..., Daddy...” Though I can’t tell when it happened, I am now being betrayed by my vibrator. You are now increasing the intensity. Masterfully, your tongue and fingers bring me to the edge…and then back away. I writhe and pant and moan. You take the vibrator and slowly begin teasing me. I grab handfuls of the blanket and arch my back. 

You take this moment to thrust your tongue inside the volcano erupting between my legs as the hot lava now flows freely. With every buzz, the vibrator pushes me further and further into the mire of ecstasy. An enervated, “Daddy” is all I can muster. The vibe hits my sweet spot and my body begins to thrash. I am panting and crying out. One last thrust of your tongue and I begin to convulse. Any second now, the volcano will erupt. I fight to contain it by grabbing the blankets. Amidst my laboured breathing, I hear you say, “When I give you a direction, I expect you to follow it. You will not come.” You place you finger inside me, place the vibe right on the spot that you’ve come to know so well, and I tremble and shake and omigod, I can’t hold back…and just as I see the white light of climax approach…

You stop.

I have a convulsion of sensory overload from what almost was. You smile, kiss the forehead of my now trembling body as I try to regulating my breathing. You turn me over on my belly and stroke my hair as I slowly begin to catch my breath.

“Consider that your punishment, baby girl. Orgasm, denied.”

An almost imperceptible smile crosses your face. "But, if it makes you feel any better, there is something you can have,"

you say, reaching for the hairbrush on the bedside table...

Daddy's Home

Though it doesn't happen often, you have been away on business. Unlike other couples, we manage the short time apart well, considering that for the longest time, we were separated by a vast ocean - each on our own continent. I knew that you would be home this evening - just not entirely sure when. Of course I offered to wait up for you. Ever the gentleman, you would not hear of it. It would be one thing if you knew an approximate time, but as you were unsure, you ordered me to adhere to my regular curfew.


Once the house was settled for the evening, I showered and prepared for bed. Admittedly a bit nostalgic, I decided to don one of your shirts to sleep in - sans panties, of course. After reading a bit, I shut off the bedside light and made my way to your side of the bed. Maybe you are not aware of this, but it’s something I do on the rare occasions when you are not here. It makes me feel closer to you. Before I completely surrender to my impending slumber, I say out loud, “Goodnight, Daddy. I’ll meet you shortly in your dreams.”


As sleep comes, I can feel your presence. I lay face down on your pillow still fragrant with your scent. Happy thoughts wash over me -- conversations at the dinner table, walks in the park and laughing about nothing in particular. I can still feel your arms around my waist as I am busy at the kitchen counter. It is almost as if you are right here - the dream is so vivid.


I feel your breath against my neck. The touch of you moving my hair away to make a clear path to leave kisses along my check, my neck, my ear. You whisper in my ear, “You are mine, baby girl. Always. I love my baby girl…I love my baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I respond drowsily. The dream is so intense I am subconsciously responding.


Still dreaming, I don’t realize that you have returned from your trip. Not having to be up early, you decide not to wake me. You watch me sleep for a moment. There is a full moon so it illuminates a bit of the room. Ever the artist, you find the glow it casts across me appealing. You notice that I am partially on your side of the bed. Gently, you peel back the blanket and smile at my decision of nightwear. I am on my belly and you lift up the shirt so it is gathered about my waist. You smile. Fully exposed, illuminated by Bella Luna herself, is my bare bottom. I stir about a bit, but I do not wake.

Landing a few soft kisses to my bottom, you slide your finger inside me, surprised to find that it is instantly prepared for you. I begin to wiggle a bit, but still I am asleep. As your fingers begin to work their magic, I am becoming semi-conscious now. I distinctly hear, “Daddy’s home, baby girl,” though I am still unclear if it is the dream-you or the real you. The feeling between my legs is suddenly so intense I slowly come out of my sleep and begin to ride the wave. My body thrashes and twists and I begin to comply with the impromptu fingering. “Did you miss, Daddy, baby girl?” You graciously forgive my inability to articulate a response. Mostly I think because you know the question is rhetorical. “Yes, I can tell baby girl missed her Daddy.” I can no longer stifle the moans. I claw at the sheets and bury my face in the pillow. I have reached the edge of the cliff and there is only one escape. “What’s that, baby girl” “..lease..Da…Puh..lease…I…” “Are you ready to cum for Daddy?” I say something that vaguely sounds like, “Yes."


The permission to orgasm and you sucking my neck are more than I can bear. A orgasm rips its way through my body like a tidal wave. As I struggle to catch my breath, I can feel you straddle me as I lay face down still. I shudder as you enter me from behind. A moan escapes me as you whisper in my ear, “Daddy’s home, baby girl.”

Perhaps...

Perhaps

this will be the evening that 

this insatiable thirst I endure for

the sound of your voice

will be quenched

Perhaps

this precious ache will subside

when at last your presence fills

this cavern inside of

my soul

Perhaps

the dam will finally give way

and I will drown in the sea of my

submission to you

Perhaps
my cheeks will flush amber
as I delight in this
pleasure and pain

Perhaps

my rather tenuous grip is released

and I plunge headfirst into

all that you are

Perhaps

resistance is futile

for I have surrendered

I am what you've made me

I am truly...

Yours,

baby girl

Forgetful

As she lay there dreaming, it occurred to her that her dream was beginning to feel more real. She could actually feel his strong arms holding her and she loved how comforted this made her feel.

She could feel him growing as he moved closer to her side of the bed and pressed up against her back. As much as she loved this dream, she needed to know if he was really there or if she were imagining it. His husky voice begin to awaken her. His moans began to call to her.

Still groggy, she slowly awoke to realize that he was making his way inside her. Even in her sleep, her body knew that she must always be available to him and it was her favorite alarm clock of sorts.

“You know that you belong to me baby girl.”

‘Yes, of course, Daddy.” It did not seem to be a question.


“You must do as you are told or you will be punished.”

“I know, Daddy.” Grabbing her hair in his strong hands, he had her full attention and her eyes went immediately to his. “That’s right, baby girl. You belong to me and you are never going anywhere. Your job is to make me happy.”

“What are your plans for today?” he asked her.

“ I was planning to run errands this morning, but I did want to meet my friends at Bella Luna’s for dinner, if that’s okay?”

“I have back to back meetings, so I will not be home until after 9PM. You have my permission to go, however, you must finish your chores before you do so, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir. It is clear.”

“In addition, I need for you to collate all of the documents that are on my desk and put them in my briefcase. It could be done in the morning, but I’d much prefer to have it done ahead of time. I also would like you to prepare my dinner and leave it in the fridge. I will be home well after dinnertime, so I don’t want to have to search for something to eat. Please make sure that my laundry is folded and the dishwasher is empty. Once all of this is completed, then you may go and enjoy your evening out. Do you understand this, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“And what do you think will happen if you fail to follow directions?”

She looks down at the floor, for already the thought of disappointing him is weighing heavy on her heart.

He comes close to her, stands directly in front on her, grabs her hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls down on it. Not hard enough to cause damage, but certainly forcefully enough that her eyes instinctively look up to meet his.

“If you disobey, what will happen?” he asks. “I will be punished.”

“Yes. If you go out to dinner without completing all of your tasks, then I will be disappointed.”

“I understand. I will not forget, Daddy.”

“That’s my baby girl.” He kissed her hard, leaned her over the granite countertop, and pulled down her pajama bottoms and her panties. After a few hard swats of his hand on her bare bottom which teeter on the edge of playfulness and seriousness, he entered her for his final orgasm of the morning.

Work was a bear. Back to back meetings and excuses offered by intelligent, yet seemingly incompetent staff, conspired to completely frustrate and irritate him. 9PM was far later than he intended to arrive home, especially when he is generally home by six . However, hungry and tired, he was indeed glad to be able to relax.

After getting out of a much needed and pleasurable shower, he went to his bureau to find something to put on. Much to his delight, he noticed that in addition to having fresh linens on the bed and his fluffy towel waiting for him, his clothes were folded and neatly put away as requested. On his face was an almost imperceptible smile as he did so love things to be orderly.

Finding a nice pair of shorts and a tee, he headed down to the kitchen. His growling stomach reminded him that he hadn’t had a bite since about noon. A quick survey of the cupboard confirmed that indeed, the dishwasher had been unloaded. He opened said dishwasher to confirm and was pleased to be correct.

Opening the cupboard, he pulled down a tall glass, into which, he put a few ice cubes. Reaching in the fridge, he thought to himself, “Her homemade cherry vanilla lemonade really is pretty awesome.” He downed a tall glass, then half of another. The hot shower had made him a bit parched.

“I really need to eat. I’m famished!” He looked around in the fridge but could find no covered plate. “Perhaps it’s in the freezer.” Only slightly annoyed because it meant waiting longer for the oven, he pulled the freezer open.

Nothing.

It’s amazing how quickly one can move from slightly annoyed to very irritated.

Scrounging around, he managed to find some leftover chicken and made a sandwich. A chicken sandwich and chips. Not his idea of the hearty dinner he had his sights set on, but at least it was something.

Taking his hastily made dinner into his office, he felt relieved to have the collating done. The last thing he wanted to have to do was tackle it tonight - or worse yet -- have to wake up even earlier to get it done. As his hands were full, he walked into the office without turning on the light. He placed his snack - for really, that’s all it was -- down on the back table and made his way to the wall, feeling for the light switch.

He turned on the light and immediately the veins in his neck began to twitch. For there, seemingly untouched, were the papers he had told her to collate for him. Luckily, he was an extremely calm man under pressure. Eerily so. Almost too clam. Most would bellow and bark. He, on the other hand, became more succinct and measured. He shut off the lights, retrieved his snack and placed it on the kitchen counter. He grabbed his keys and quietly closed and locked the front door.

She really enjoyed spending time out with her friends. Having the summers off was a benefit and having her daughter at her sister’s for the next few days was an unexpected treat. It was nice to sit outside and have dinner al fresco with the girls at her favorite restaurant and she hadn’t done so it quite some time.

As the women become engrossed in their reminiscing and chattering, they didn’t notice him approach until he was standing a few feet away from their table. “Good evening, ladies.” The women looked up. Ever the gentleman, he bent down to kiss her forehead then nodded to the ladies in turn.

“Babe, what a nice surprise! What are you doing here?” He nodded to the waiter, who upon seeing that another had joined the party, brought him a chair.

“I am here to ask you a question.” “Sure, Babe, what’s up.” Babe, you see, was how they referred to each other in mixed company. At home, he was “Daddy” or “Sir.” His eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly at her response, and she immediately cast her eyes downward. He hated the use of “sure” to affirm a response.

“I would like to know what you had for dinner.” “I had pasta as usual.” She thought he was just making pleasant conversation, but he, of course, was quite purposeful.”

“Was it to your liking? Did you enjoy it?” “Yes, it was delicious.” The ladies at the table chimed in “Aww, how sweet.”

“Well? Aren’t you going to ask me what I had for dinner, baby girl?” She was starting to feel a tad unnerved, simply because he called her baby girl in public so infrequently. But she thought she rather enjoyed it.



“What did you have? I know you had to work really late and…” Suddenly, words seemed to elude her. “Lemonade, which was quite tasty, chips and a chicken sandwich.” Slowly the color began to drain from her face. She had forgotten to leave dinner for him. She knew he liked to have his dinner ready or shortly upon his arrival, but surely he couldn’t be that upset? She assumed her friends had resumed chatting amongst themselves. Or had they gone? She was unsure because her surroundings became blurry. When she dared to look at him, she found the answer. All she could see was the disappointment in his eyes, which were boring a whole through her.

“Do you recall my asking you, to prepare my dinner before you left for the evening?” “Yes, I do,” she said, smiling nervously. “So imagine my surprise then, when after a long hard day, I came home tired and hungry to an empty home and an empty fridge.”

“It totally slipped my mind. I forgot. I am so sorry.” Her eyes beseeched his forgiveness. “But that doesn’t make it better, does it?” “No” she said meekly. “Come here, baby girl.” Nervously, she arose from her chair and stood in front of him. “ I see you are wearing the dress I love so much.” “Yes, I am.” It was closely fitting at the top and waist, and loosely flow at the bottom. The soft grey color suited her. Though she was petite, the dress managed to show off her shape and her legs. No wonder he loved it so.

Her friends began to take notice as she stood before him. “Pity it will be wrinkled.”

“But I don’t understa…”

Again, words seemed to elude her. “I want to you lay across my knees.” Her friends looked at the couple, then at each other, wearing nervous smiles. The tension in the air was palpable - quickly supplanting the oxygen. One of the ladies raised a finger and started to interject. “But surely, An..” He looked at the lady and she instantly fell silent, thinking better of it. That was his way. He did not bellow; he did not bark. It was unnecessary. His dominance was inherent and could clearly be felt by others. The women could do nothing but stare in reticence.

“Now!” he said, his voice conveying urgency. She new better than to dawdle, but this was surreal. Was he actually going to chastise her in front of her friends. “I asked you to do something, and you did not do it. I warned that if you did not, there would be consequences, yes?” She somehow managed a barely audible affirmative. “Knees. Now!” Unsure where she would find the strength, she managed to convince her body to move. She closed her eyes and positioned herself across his lap. Was it her imagination, or did there seem to be even more people here than before? While she tried to fill her mind with thoughts to hide her embarrassment, she felt a sight whiff of air. He had pulled her dress up above her waist and pulled down her panties. Though she couldn’t see, she heard the unmistakable gasp of various people in the restaurant, including her friends.

Without warning or delicacy, the first “Smack” penetrated the silence of her friends and the conversations of the other patrons. The sting completely took her breath away. She wasn’t exactly sure if he was still lecturing her or not. The sounds of his strong hands violently kissing her bare bottom, the gasps of the onlookers, and the sounds of her own cries were all conspiring to make hearing quite difficult. The tears which were flowing freely now, made it difficult to see - especially given the fact that her face was down at floor level. He paddled, she squirmed. He paddled, she thrashed. He swatted and she cried. Finally, he stopped. Her bottom was on fire - a fire matched only by the flush of embarrassment in her other cheeks.

He pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress. He took her arm and helped her stand. Face tear-streaked, she blinked away the last remnants of her liquid shame. “Ladies, I am sorry for interrupting your evening. Please get home safely and enjoy the rest of your evening. No need to give her a ride home now. We must say goodnight.” Ever the gentleman, he nodded to the ladies who were too stupefied to move or to speak. Once her vision had returned, she noticed that the wait staff were glued to the floor still holding a cake, next to a large table full of people who looked as if their surprise had been interrupted. Taking her hand, he walked over to the table of the celebrants. Nodding he said, “We apologize if we disrupted your happy occasion, but we hope you can still enjoy the rest of your evening.” Giving her had an almost imperceptible squeeze, she somehow managed a quivering, “Yes, we’re sorry.” She was mortified to say the least. Not only to be spanked, bare bottomed, in front of her friends, and in front of a room full of people, but to be trotted back to apologize to them! It reminded her of a little boy who stole something from the corner store and his mother takes him right back, returns it, and makes him apologize. To make matters worse, now that they are completely in the back of the restaurant; her walk of shame was now the entire length of the restaurant and every set of eyes were upon her.

“When we get home, you are to immediately go upstairs, undress, brush you teeth and go to bed. Is that clear?” “But I..” There was that almost imperceptible eyebrow raise again. She knew better. The eyebrows was the loudest warning bell imaginable and she knew better than to push. “Yes, Sir.” When they arrived, she instinctively did what she was told. She went to the bureau and put on her PJs. Just as she finished brushing her teeth, he called up to her.

Bounding down the stairs, she found him at the kitchen counter. “Will you step into my office for a moment, please?” “Do you recall that I asked you to collate these?” “Yes, you did.” “But clearly they are not done. You were supposed to have this done before you went out, is that correct?” “Yes, Sir, I forgot to do it.” “I see. So you will do it now, then, before you go to bed. I am going to sit out on the deck for a while. Let me know when you are done. Is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.”

She moved quickly to get her task done. She did not want to upset him further by working slowly. With some effort, she made quick work of her project which only made her feel worse. She should have done it before she left like she supposed to. And somehow, as embarrassed as she was this evening, she felt like there was another shoe about to drop.

As she pushed the sliding glass doors of the porch aside, she saw that he was chatting casually with the neighbors. As she approached, she heard him offer the neighbors a seat at the gazebo. After exchanging pleasantries, she informed him that she had indeed finished her assignment. “Would this be the assignment that you failed to do earlier? The one I instructed you to complete before leaving for dinner?” “Yes,” she said meekly as her guilt began to rise within her. “You are grounded for the weekend. You may not watch TV. You may not leave the house without permission, which I am unlikely to give. You will have 30 minutes of corner time before you go to bed.” She opened her mouth to speak, but the words would not come. He pulled out a bottle of water from the outdoor fridge and sat down on the bench. You may not use the computer and you will be in bed, lights out by 9 PM. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, while I appreciate you finishing the paperwork I asked you to do earlier, I did say that if it was not finished, you would be punished, correct?” She somehow eeked out an affirmative response. The neighbors were clearly making their way over. Perhaps to say goodnight, perhaps to refresh their drinks. But they seemed to be getting closer far faster than she wanted them to. “Come here. When I give a direction young lady, I expect it to be followed immediately. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.”

With that, her grabbed hold of her left arm and in one fluid motion, pulled her down over his knee. His hands yanked down her pretty pink PJ bottoms which came to rest about her knees. Exposed and on display, her white panties were now in plain view. The neighbors who seemed cemented in place, were near enough for an up close view and too far away to retreat. “When I give a direction, you will follow it” he said to her as he pulled down her panties exposing her naked and still smarting bottom. She tried mightily to steel herself for the inevitable. As the first blow to her bare bottom struck, she thought for sure she heard the neighbors jaws actually hit the grass making a thud. Or perhaps the thud she heard were the whacks she was getting. As sore as she was, it didn’t take long for the tears to betray her. With each swat, she cried a little more. Though it lasted far shorter than the earlier spanking, the pain matched with the soreness caused her to openly weep. Just then, when she thought there were surely flames, he stopped, pulled up her panties and pajama bottoms and stood her up. “Say goodnight to our guests. I will be in shortly.” She didn’t bother to stop crying - a weepy “Goodnight” was the best she could do.

Making her way to the bedroom, she immediately went into the corner. After today, she dared not forget this rule, so she stood facing the wall, with her pants and panties about her knees - legs spread to keep them in place.

Still shaking and trying to steady her breathing, she could hear him approach. As he walked into the bedroom, he grabbed a bottle of lotion. As he sat at the foot of the bed, he pumped a few squirts of lotion into his hands. “She does have an amazing ass,” he said to himself as he admired the glow from his handiwork. As he lifted his hand towards her bottom, on his face was an almost imperceptible smile.