Daddy's Here(33)

She was brought out of her thoughts when the cane whipped down and  lanced pain across her posterior. She screamed in agony and squirmed in  place, her hips writhing as a second blow struck a moment later.

"That hurts so much," she said, the movement of her body making the plug  grind against her insides, reminding her of its presence despite the  stinging pain taking all of her attention.

"I know," he replied, striking her again. "You must learn to behave if you don't want me to use it again."

He landed a final blow with the cane before setting it aside, moving to  sit on the bed next to her, rubbing her buttocks with his palms,  soothing the burning sting that penetrated deep inside her.

"You are learning," he said softly. "But it will be some time before I can call you a grown up."

"I don't want to grow up," she replied, sucking on her dummy again. It  was true, she didn't. She had only just begun to become his little girl.  She had a new Papa, so different to her father, so much stronger. He  would never give in to her tantrums, he would not be swayed by her  tears. He set her boundaries she hadn't even realised she needed, he  controlled her, he guided her, all from nothing but his compassion for  her.

"I must have you," he muttered, undressing quickly as she glanced  sideways at him. As he stripped, she marvelled once again at the size of  his cock, the way it jutted towards her as he climbed onto the bed and  lay over her, pushing himself between her legs, his lips brushing over  the back of her neck.

"You're so wet," he whispered into her ear as he thrust slowly into her,  the weight of his body pushing the plug deeper into her at the same  moment. "I will never get used to it."

"I'm still getting used to the size of you," she replied, groaning as he thrust all the way inside her. "I can hardly take it."

"You take it all," he said, pulling back and then thrusting again,  grinding against her as she gripped him in place, never wanting him to  leave her.

The motion of his body against hers made her want to turn over and wrap  herself around him but the bonds held her too tightly in place. She  tugged at her restraints as his movements inside her grew faster, heat  building up in her body as he began to pant into her ear. "Oh fuck," he  muttered, "that's so good."

"Fuck me, Papa," she replied, the dummy falling from her mouth. "I want  to feel it inside me. Come in me, fuck me, harder, oh, fuck."

Her body began to tense up as he slammed into her, each thrust pushing  the plug deeper. She felt him twitch in her and knew he was close.  Pushing her hips back against him, she gave him room to go deeper still,  completely filling her as her clit throbbed with desire. The motion of  him alone was enough to bring her to the brink and when his lips brushed  her neck again, he buried himself in her and she came, an orgasm that  took over her entire body, causing it to shake uncontrollably on the  bed, her mouth open but no words coming out.

He thrust again and it was enough to make her climax stronger still.  "Oh, fuck," he muttered, slamming into her a final time, his cock  twitching, hot cum spurting from him and filling her up as he collapsed  against her, breathing heavily, his body falling still, his cock still  buried inside her.         

     



 

"Did I do well, Papa?" she asked. "Letting you come inside me? Am I a good girl?"

"You are," he replied, kissing her ear as he slid slowly from her. "You are a good little girl."





BONUS STORY TWO





LAURA





Chapter 1





"Father, I need a new horse."

Laura was sitting alone in her bedroom, looking at herself in the  dressing table mirror. Too angry a tone of voice, she thought, too  strident. He would only grumble and shake his head. It was important to  get the tone and facial expression just right. Even her father might  blanche at the idea of two new horses in as many weeks.

"Father, I need a new horse." That was better. Eyes wider, more  innocent. Lip downturned, full of sorrow and regret that she was having  to ask so soon after the last one had arrived. Perhaps making her lip  tremble might clinch it.

"Father, I need a new horse." Perfect. Time to try it out for real.

Ever since she was old enough to talk, Laura had been used to getting  her own way. One of her earliest memories was seeing the guilt in his  eyes when she had unwrapped her Christmas presents and promptly began  screaming so loudly it made her eyes water.

"Where's my pony?" she'd demanded between screams. "Where's my pony?"

"Your mother thinks you're a little too young," Lord Wallace Rothsfield  replied, tugging at his shirt collar as if it had grown suddenly  tighter.

"Do not act as if this were my decision," Lady Rothsfield replied before  turning to Laura. "Your father thinks four year olds should not ride  ponies. It could be dangerous."

"Where's my pony? I told Father Christmas to bring me a pony. You  promised me he would. Where's my pony?" She stamped her feet and sobbed  her heart out, tugging at her hair until it came out in clumps.

They gave in of course, providing their daughter with a beautiful  chestnut brown pony by the name of Winifred. She rode it twice.

From that experience young Laura learned two things. One, if you shouted  and screamed for long enough, you would get whatever you wanted. Two,  her parents would do anything to please her. She used that knowledge to  her advantage throughout her childhood, ensuring that whatever desire or  whim struck her, it would be met by her doting parents no matter what  the cost.

Things continued in this fashion until she turned sixteen. Shortly after  her birthday, her mother fell ill. Lady Rothsfield spent the last of  her days in her sickbed listening to Laura complain about how unfair  life was to her. "You're only sick. I am traumatised. I shall soon have  no mother and then where will I be?"

After Lady Rothsfield's death, any reins holding her father in check  vanished and it seemed to Laura as if he overcame his grief by lavishing  increasingly elaborate and expensive gifts on her, his only child. It  was not enough though and soon Laura began to demand her inheritance, a  sum of money left specifically by her mother for her only, to be granted  once certain conditions were met.

"It will come to you if you marry before your twenty-first birthday,"  Laura's father said after a tediously long meeting with the family  solicitor finally concluded with the pair of them remaining in the study  and the solicitor hastily beating a retreat.

"I was in the meeting, father," she replied, scowling at the back of the  solicitor as the butler escorted him to the door. "I still don't see  why I can't have my money now."

"It doesn't work like that darling girl. He did explain it to us."

"But she was your wife. Doesn't that make it your money? You could just give it to me."

"I wish I could," he said, his face pleading with her not to start  screaming. "I truly do but unfortunately the will was explicit on that  point."

"But why does she want me married off?"

"I think your mother worried that … " he paused, as if trying to find the  right words, "that you might not find a husband who appreciates your  unique qualities."

"You hate me don't you?"

"No of course not. I love you Laura."

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"It is not I my sweet, it is the wish of your mother that you marry. I do not care if you remain a spinster all your life."

"Of course you do not care." Her voice rose and the foot stamping began. "I want my money!"

"You must marry first."

"Never! I shall never marry."

In the end her father was the one to marry, or to remarry in sin as  Laura put it. It was the eve of Laura's eighteenth birthday. A ball was  held in the largest room of the house, the cream of local society in  attendance. He brought over a woman to where Laura was sitting looking  bored. "Darling," he began. "I would like to meet Maria Sanderson."         

     



 

Laura shrugged. "I care not for your friends, father. I am more concerned with my distinct lack of dancing partners."

"I have wonderful news," her father continued. "We are going to be married."

Laura's face turned purple. "Mother not yet cold and you set up happy  families with some trollop?" She got to her feet and stamped her foot.  "I hate her and I hate you!" She ran from the room, not stopping until  she reached her bedroom where she slammed herself into a chair. Looking  into her dressing table mirror she added, "I hate them both!"

Despite her best efforts the wedding did take place. They did not seem  to care for the whispers and gossip regarding remarriage. She felt the  shame even if they did not. She refused to attend, remaining in her room  and sobbing into her pillow, resolutely furious despite the new horse  her father had just bought her in an effort to mend the divide between  them. The day after the wedding she heard the two of them downstairs and  decided it was time to move the attention from that slut back to  herself where it belonged.