Secret Daddy(21)

I walked back upstairs on shaky legs, climbing into bed and seeing the parcel still there. It filled my thoughts as I stroked my pussy gently, reaching a second climax shortly afterwards. As I drifted off to sleep, I was still thinking about the parcel. I’d decide in the morning, I told myself. I would wake up and decide if I could handle a night with no rules.

I’d had rules for most of my life. My childhood had been one long rulebook. I was told what to eat, when to eat it, how much to eat. I was told how to sit, how to stand, how to walk, how to talk. Was it any wonder that the first chance I got, I ended up with someone who didn’t know what a rule was?

My parents had been furious when I’d got together with Darren. They were right, in the end. He was bad news. Not that I would ever tell them that they were right. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle their sanctimonious I told you so, repeated endlessly. But in a way they were as much to blame as I was for picking someone like that. If they’d given me a little bit more freedom, I might still be in touch with them.

Eighteen years I had a life that was controlled for me for their benefit, so they had the ideal picture postcard daughter, seen and not heard, the pinnacle of their achievements. I didn’t want to be controlled for their benefit. If I was going to be controlled, I wanted it to be on my terms, for my benefit.

That was why my thoughts towards George were so different. Nothing he’d done so far was like that. He hadn’t made me clean to make him feel better. He’d done it because it needed doing. He’d spanked me for the same reason. It needed doing. And if he was going to have one night with no rules, it would be because it needed doing.

Those were the thoughts that accompanied me as I drifted off to sleep. Right or wrong, that was what was in my head. Whether it was true or not was another matter entirely.





SIXTEEN



DONNA

I woke up the next morning and before I was even awake, I tore open the parcel. I couldn’t say no. Despite the danger, despite the risk, I had to do it. As I ripped open the paper, I told myself it was for the sake of the drama group. Doing this would mean we could put on the play like we’d planned. But I knew that wasn’t true. Even if he hadn’t given the permission, I would still have said yes. I wanted him that badly.

Inside the parcel was a dress. It was a glittery silver and when I slipped it over my shoulders, I gasped. It was almost see through. The shape of my nipples were visible through it, the cut down almost to my stomach, leaving a long v of my chest on display. I had to be careful how I moved in it or my breasts would be visible to anyone looking my way.

There was a slit up the thigh and as I spun round, I flashed my pussy, the fabric wafting upwards. It was a dress that screamed slut. It screamed whore, it screamed that the person wearing it wanted every single eye on them. It made me nervous just to wear it in my bedroom. The thought of wearing it at a club full of people was terrifying.

I stepped out of it and left it on the bed, climbing into my maid’s uniform with my heart pounding. I looked down at the dress. Could I really wear that in public? I’d never worn anything like that before, never anything so wanton, so revealing. There was nowhere to hide in a dress like that.

I was still making my mind up on the walk to his house. I knocked on his door thinking that I might ask if I could wear something else, if he’d grant me that one concession.

“Have you decided?” he asked when he pulled the door open.

“I have, Daddy. I just wondered-”

“Yes or no.”

I took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Then be ready at seven this evening. Open the parcel today. Wear what is inside.”

I bit my lip, resisting telling him I already knew what was inside. If I told him, would he be angry, would he change his mind? I realised I wanted more than anything for him to be telling the truth, that this was really going to happen. I was going to see what that bulge in his trousers really looked like.

“Go home,” he said, waving me away. “Be ready at seven.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I turned round and headed for home, wondering if I’d made him angry. He had looked cross with me when I’d said yes but I had no idea why. As I walked up the path to my house, my neighbour was coming out of hers. “Off to a fancy dress party?” she asked, glancing at my maid’s uniform.

“Oh, no,” I replied. “I got a job as a cleaner.”

“Dressed like that? Where are you cleaning? Downton Abbey?”

“No. Actually, it’s up at Mr Atherton’s house.”

She looked shocked. “Really?”

“Yes, why? Is that bad?”