Secret Daddy(18)

His expression darkened. “That’s very bad of you. Be bad again and you will be punished. Now go make tea for us both.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I felt him watching me as I walked downstairs. I headed for the kitchen, trying to stop my hands from shaking. He’d sounded so angry with me but so cold at the same time. Why was I melting at the thought of him being cross? Was it because just maybe there was a chance he might actually spank me? How far was he willing to take this game?

I stood in front of the kettle, holding a mug in my hand. I looked at the mug and then let it slip through my fingers and fall to the floor with an ear splitting crash.





THIRTEEN



GEORGE

I was still at the top of the stairs when I heard the cup break in the kitchen. I had to resist running down and grabbing her, the little brat. Instead I took my time, knowing that by doing so it would let the fear build up inside her. I took each step slowly, descending towards her. She would be waiting, cowering, not knowing what I was going to do to punish her. She’d soon find out.

She’d already got my cock hard by agreeing to wear the maid uniform. The sight of her tits as she cleaned the stairs, the flash of her nipple, it had been enough to make me determined she would not leave until I’d seen her pussy. I thought about it as I stepped down into the hallway, my cock rock solid and throbbing as I walked into the kitchen and looked at her. She looked so contrite, I almost leapt on her and fucked her over the table there and then.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said softly. “It was an accident.”

“What did I warn you about being bad?”

“That you’d punish me.”

“Bend over the table.”

“But I said I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Are you disobeying me?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then bend over the table.”

I watched as she fought with herself. The fight only lasted a few seconds. Then she walked over to the table, put her hands on the edge and bent forward, her dress sliding up the back of her legs, high enough to reveal a flash of her thong. My cock ached harder than ever as I walked over to stand behind her. “You’ve been a bad little princess, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As soon as she spoke, I brought my hand down on her ass, as hard as I dared for a first spanking. “A very bad girl,” I growled, lifting my hand and bringing it down a second time, listening to the change in her breathing, the way her legs began to shake. Already a red patch was spreading across her ass, a sight that turned me on more than ever. I spanked her again, this time on the other buttock, lifting the dress with my free hand so I could stare freely at her. “You can go home,” I said, stepping away from her. “I’m done with you.”

I watched her stand up. She turned to look at me, her eyes wild, her cheeks flushed. She opened her mouth and then closed it, spinning away from me. She was out the front door a few seconds later. I waited until I was sure she was gone before heading for the living room, getting a last glimpse of her out of the window as she walked home in that outfit, her fear of asking for her clothes too great. She would rather humiliate herself than ask. She really was perfect.

I was still thinking of her that evening. I’d got the fence sorted over the course of the day, this time without falling into the drainage ditch. Then I’d decided to make the most of the warm air and go for a walk. Without realising I was doing it, I meandered towards her house. By the time I noticed where I was, I could see her. She was emptying boxes. Why did she have the curtains open despite the dark? I glanced to the edge of the window and realised it was because she didn’t have any.

Even from this distance, she looked beautiful. She’d changed into a floaty summer dress but she looked as hot as she had done in the maid uniform. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to break into her house, ram down the front door and grab her. Before she knew what was happening, I’d have my hands on her, lift that dress off her head, push those swollen nipples of hers into my mouth, push her onto her back, slam myself into her.

I walked away from the house, knowing what would happen if I watched her any longer. I was going to have to take her to the club. I’d vowed never to fuck anyone outside the club, I knew what would happen if I gave into my urges. I wouldn’t be able to control them and the last thing I wanted was to lose control. The thought of losing control was the only thing that scared me. I always had to be in control. Always.

I walked home whilst trying to think of the best way to broach the subject. Could I just come out and ask her? Was I better off telling her she was coming? That was probably the best way. Tomorrow I’d find another excuse to spank her then before she’d had time to recover, I’d give her a time and a date and tell her to be ready for the night of her life.