Secret Daddy(19)

She’d shaken up my existence in the short time I’d known her. I had become so used to my routine, it was jarring to have it altered. I’d brought someone into my house for the first time in years. She’d come in and begun cleaning for me, she’d taken to calling me Daddy without complaining. All of the things I’d made her do, she’d done. She’d even let me spank her.

Did she know how much power she had over me? Had she any idea how many of the subs at the club would have killed to be in her position? All I wanted was to fuck her, to make her mine. Then I’d be able to get back into my routine, get back to my ordinary life of ignoring the world, of only letting steam off at the club. Of not spending my entire time thinking about her.

I’d have one night with her, one perfect night of doing whatever the hell I wanted, give her the best night she’d ever had, then…well then I didn’t really know what the hell was going to happen. I could deal with it when it did. All I knew as I walked back into the house was that the next time she came, she was going to say yes to coming with me to the club, no matter what it took to make the word form on her lips.





FOURTEEN



GEORGE

I was ready for her when she knocked on my door the next morning. I pulled it open and there she was, my little maid. “Good morning,” I said, stepping aside to let her walk in. I smiled at her back. She hadn’t even been able to look me in the eye, her shoulders were already sagging. She clearly thought I’d forgotten about yesterday, about the tension between us. She just thought I was angry with her. She’d soon find out the truth.

“You are to clean the living room today,” I said, pointing through the doorway. “That coffee table is an antique. You must not damage it in any way. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.

“If it is damaged. You will be punished. Do not forget.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I left her to it, briefly. I only needed to wait a little while. The piles of rubbish she’d dumped by my back door needed dealing with and it was the perfect way to leave a gap before returning to her. One swift trip to the local dump and then I was back. I didn’t tell her I was going. I wanted to know how hard she would work without me hovering over her. Was the threat of my disapproval enough? I walked back into the house to the sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from the living room.

I made my way slowly to the doorway and peered in. She was vacuuming the top of the coffee table, the long nozzle in her hand as she sucked up dust. With a single step, I was behind her. Leaning down, I grabbed her shoulder. “I hope you’re being careful.”

The shock was enough to make her jump. The vacuum nozzle jolted forward, leaving a two inch long scratch in the dark wood. “Oh, no,” she muttered, dropping the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner to the floor. She glanced behind her at me before leaning forward, placing both hands on the coffee table, her maid’s uniform sliding up her thighs to expose her peachy round ass in her thong. It looked incredible. She didn’t look back, just waited there in position, ready for me to spank her.

My cock stiffened at the sight. I was planning on telling her she was coming to the club with me as punishment but there was no way I could resist swatting that ass of hers. Twisting slightly to my left, I brought my hand down hard on her buttocks, leaving it in place for a brief moment, squeezing her cheek roughly before raising my hand in the air again. “You need to be more careful,” I said, spanking her a second time, groping her again, letting my fingers run down to the tops of her thigh. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice strangled as I spanked her twice more. With the second blow I ran my finger between her ass cheeks, sliding downwards towards the heat that I could feel coming from her pussy. I nearly touched it through her thong but then instead I spanked her ass three times in quick succession. I paused again, running my fingers downwards. This time I stroked softly over her pussy, feeling how wet her thong was, the sensation making my cock jerk in my boxers, it wanted so badly to be in her and she was ready. She was more than ready.

I landed a final spank before stepping back, knowing if I stayed there any longer I’d fuck her. “Get on with your job,” I said, turning and leaving the room, heading for my study. Once inside I shut the door, sinking into my chair before reaching down and pulling out my cock. I stroked it slowly, trying to ease the throbbing need inside me. “She’s going to scream for me,” I said quietly, gripping my shaft and thinking of plunging it into her.

I managed to keep myself occupied for the rest of the day, going out again to collect what I needed for her. I ended the day by chopping wood for the fire. She came to find me outside, standing looking at my naked sweat covered chest with hunger in her eyes. “I’ve finished,” she said.