One of the best parts of my blog “job” is interacting with so many kinky gentlemen, many of them quite a bit older than I. When the energy seems right and I am in a certain “mood”, I ask them,
write me a “true to life” fantasy, if, say, you and I were to meet for a kinky encounter in a hotel room. You can be top or bottom or switch. Anything goes (I am a big slut either way!). Tell me your ultimate fantasy…
Mostly, when I offer this up, I wind up on the bottom! I wonder why that is 😉?
Below is how a pen-pal of mine, who shall go by the name of Hank, responded. Have a read of the fantasy, written from his point of view, and afterwards we will dissect it and my feelings about it.
“So you want a Daddy?” I asked of the charming Julie sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop next door to the hotel. She simply smiled and nodded. “A strict Daddy?” I continued.
“A VERY strict Daddy!” This time she spoke and the smile was more mischievous.
“Does this Daddy love you?” I questioned, trying to determine if we were on the same page as two consenting adults.
“Well, I would hope so!” There was the pretense of shock, followed quickly by a mock sniffle of hurt feelings. “What kind of a Daddy would he be if he didn’t love his little girl, even though she might be rather naughty quite frequently?”
“And needed to be punished for it?” I finished for her. Now I was smiling. She didn’t respond but her eyes seemed to be all but dancing in delight, so I continued. “And you trust me to be very strict and very loving to my naughty little girl? To send you back home to your husband David properly punished and submissive?”
“Fraid’ you’re not up to it?” she questioned teasingly.
“No, not really,” I assured her. “I’m confident I can do the job and enjoy it immensely, but have you considered the possibility I could be too strict or not strict enough for your taste?”
“Sounds like a risk, you’ll have to take,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders, then cocked her pretty head to one side, as if assessing how I might respond.
“No safe words,” I said. For the first time Julie seemed not totally composed and I saw a flicker of nervousness. I remained silent for several seconds. “You’ll have to trust me,” I finally added.
Now I saw a version of a serious firm, stern, young woman determined to confirm her mettle and perhaps just a bit pissed off that she had been caught off guard. “Okay,” she seemed almost to have gritted her teeth. “But you will be the best damn, dom, disciplining, daddy, with plenty of loving aftercare thrown in, or you’ll never have another chance to try.” Not yet a naughty little girl.
Just for a moment I jerked back at her seriousness but then couldn’t resist a chuckle when she was unable to keep from smiling. “That settles it, young lady. I’m taking you home right this minute and you and I are going to have a long and serious discussion about your behavior and the consequences you have coming.” The flicker of nervousness had returned and Julie’s eyes had widened, as I stood up from the table, gracing her with just a hint of a smile from my otherwise stern expression. I purposely walked swiftly from the café and into the hotel, without looking back to see if she was following. I smiled as I heard the hurried click of heels behind me.
Three women were waiting for the elevator. I held the door for them and then fixed Julie with my best parental frown as she entered. Not too difficult, since I was well-dressed and easily old enough to be her father, and Julie was dressed younger than her age, with a too-short cotton skirt, too tall heels, and an immature hot red lipstick. She actually blushed as she moved to the back of the elevator. The women seemed to exchange concerned glances, not sure what dynamic was occurring between this father and his daughter. I tried very hard not to smile. Despite Julie trying to avoid my gaze, I managed to produce more blushes just by clearing my throat and adopting the pose of an angry parent.
I kept up the pace on the way to the room, trying hard not chuckle, much less smile. I didn’t want to do anything to break the spell of the gathering Daddy/daughter dynamic. In a few minutes we’d see if she believed it. I opened the door and held it for her as she entered. As I pushed the door shut, I grasped her left ear lobe firmly between my thumb and forefinger. I moved so quickly that she was almost lifted out of her shoes in surprise. I heard a very satisfying girlish yelp as I moved her to the nearest corner. “Don’t worry, little girl, you won’t be in this corner long enough to get bored.” I could almost hear the wheels turning in her pretty little head. She was trying to decide if she should respond, and if so how.
But I wasn’t about to allow her that luxury.
“Lift up your skirt, Julie.” I saw the blush reappear and her mouth open in surprise. I only allowed a few seconds as her hands moved uncertainly. I lifted the hem of her short cotton skirt, while moving my right arm well to the rear and then swinging my hand with as much force as I could muster, so my curved palm connected with her panty covered butt cheek with a delicious crack.
“OW!” No wimpy yelp this time. I saw her hands dancing in indecision. Wanting to rub the sting away but sensing that might be a mistake.
“Are you going to obey me the next time I ask you to do something, young lady?” As I said this I was pulling the while cotton panties down so I could inspect the results. She squirmed in embarrassed and indignant protest as I lowered her panties for her.
“Yes, YES” she responded quickly. I allowed her several seconds to realize the incomplete response and then brought my right palm full force against her, now naked left cheek.
“Yes, who?” I questioned calmly.
“Yes, sir, yes Daddy” She made sure to cover both bases as I admired my handiwork. There were two lovely pink hand prints, one on each quivering ivory cheek.
“That’s better, sweetheart.” I kissed her gently on the back of her neck and felt a shiver, before I continued my lecture. “Now why are you wearing those white cotton panties?” Once more she seemed uncertain, which pleased me greatly. This might be role play but I liked to keep my pretty little costar on her toes.
“Isn’t that what a little girl is supposed to wear?” It seemed each new time she spoke, her voice appeared younger.
“Not in my house, you naughty little girl,” I assured her. “Naughty little girls like you wear white silk panties with lace around the legs and the waist. Like the pair I’ve put on the bed, since I was almost certain you would disobey me and wear the wrong kind of panties. Now take those off and throw them on the floor and put on a proper pair of sexy little panties to tease all the other little boys and girls with. It’s no wonder I’m going to have to spank you. Aren’t you sorry you disobeyed me, you little trouble maker?”
As I spoke she slipped out of the cotton panties, looking back at me nervously, as if half expecting another surprise smack to her bottom. She turned her back to me as she slipped the silk panties up her legs and shimmied them delightfully and securely beneath her skirt. Of course, I had never suggested to her what panties to wear but her doe-eyed response delighted me. ‘”I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Daddy. I forgot what kind of panties I was supposed to wear. That was very naughty of me.”
“Yes, well,” I more or less grumbled. Her last line had done it. Up to now I had been so excited and concerned with the scene, the dynamic and how all was going. Now it seemed real and my substantial erection was confirming it. “Nose back in the corner, young lady.” She knew I was aroused but I didn’t want her staring at it while I was playing parent. I stood behind her and a few inches to the left so I could see her profile and also note her breathing. My mouth was just inches from her ear, so I could speak rather softly.
“Now listen to me, my naughty little girl,” I began calmly. “You are about to be properly punished and sent home to David… very sore, very meek, and totally obedient. I don’t want a single second of sass from you. Those two little pink handprints on your pretty bottom are just a sample of the chastisement you have coming…Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” There was an audible swallow before the childish response.
“What do Daddies do to their naughty little girls when they misbehave?” I whispered.
“I guess they punish them, Daddy.” She moved her head slightly to left, seeming to want to see my reaction and not being able to keep a slight smile off her lips.
“Am I hearing a little bit of attitude from you, little girl?” I said with just enough edge to my voice. And a firm pat to the little girl’s behind.
“No Daddy, I want to be your good little girl. I know naughty girls get punished when they misbehave.” Now she looked straight at the corner and her breathing had increased slightly.
“Then tell me, Julie, what’s the best way a Daddy can punish his naughty little girl. What’s the best way to punish a little girl like you when she misbehaves. Tell me exactly what I should do.”
The pause was delightful. No matter how many times you may have said the word or hear it, it can cause the heart to miss a beat before saying it out loud to another. “A spanking…” She said it so softly I had to gruffly order her to repeat it, since I hadn’t heard it. The cheeks of her face were now pink as she repeated and amended, “A spanking. Daddies should spank their little girls when they misbehave.”
“Are you Daddy’s little girl, Julie?” Her response was a nervous head shake. “Have you been naughty?” I continued. There was another pause, so I pressed my palm against her buttock.
“Yes sir…uh, yes Daddy…I’ve been naughty.”
“Well then what should I do to my naughty little girl?” I managed to make my tone slightly bewildered as once more I patted the skirt covered behind.
“I think you should spank me, Daddy.” There was a thrilling bit of nervousness to her voice and just a few beads of perspiration were on her forehead.
“What kind of a spanking, Julie?” I began. “Just a few swats on your bottom and a couple of minutes in the corner for a naughty, disobedient little girl whose husband sent her home to Daddy to help her learn to be obedient and submissive? Or does this naughty little girl need a REAL spanking. A real good, sound spanking across my knee, with hand and hairbrush. A tear inducing treatment over my lap on those pretty little panties, while your arms flail and your legs kick. And you swear you’ll never be naughty or disobey again. Maybe a dose of the belt. A couple dozen stripes across both cheeks. Nice long welts that last for a couple days of burning and a couple more of itching. Something that makes sitting really uncomfortable. Turning that adorable, plump, soft, little bottom so red and blistered that just lowering or raising those cute panties, when you go potty, will make you whimper and think of Daddy. The kind of spanking that not only hurts when you sit down, but even when you walk. So what kind of a spanking should it be, Julie honey? “
She waited, seeming to make sure I had finished. I had purposely pushed up against her ass, so she had to have felt my erection growing along with my description of the choices. “That kind of spanking, Daddy,” she finally answered, “I’ve been a very naughty little girl and I need a very good, sound spanking.”
“Now that’s what I call a good naughty little girl,” I praised her as I pulled an armless wooden chair over from the desk. “Daddy is getting the spanking chair ready for his wicked little munchkin. Now raise your skirt, Honey, Daddy wants to see if your pretty butt still has my hand prints. Those panties are nice and sheer, so I shouldn’t even have to lower them to see.” Her skirt curtain was slowly raised and most all evidence of those two firm spanks was gone.
“Well, I’m tempted to give you two new ones but I think we best get on to coloring that entire pretty bottom. First I’ll get you nice and pink. Next we want to turn that saucy ass a bright red to match your lipstick. But what I’m really looking for is a nice rich burgundy bottom. From a few inches at the top of those tender thighs all the way up and across that gorgeous soft target. Just made to be spanked, hard and often. When I think you’ve been spanked to perfection by hand, I’ll introduce you to my friend the paddle. African hardwood, really thin, incredibly stingy. It’ll do two things. First, light that voluptuous bottom ablaze. You’ll swear your sweet ass is on fire. Plus it will heat up your pussy. Because I like my little girl’s pussy hot and juicy. But don’t be impatient. You don’t get eaten until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. I want my precious little angel teary and timid. Sniffling and penitent. Bottom burning and throbbing. All that sweet sass and brattiness spanked out of her. Blubbering on my lap as I cuddle her. Promising she’ll never be naughty again but not forgetting to thank her Daddy for the spanking.”
I was actually licking my lips as I sat down. Dying to slip my hand between her legs, to see if those wispy panties were moist to the touch. “Young lady!” I was using my best parental tone. “Come out of that corner right this minute and keep that skirt raised so Daddy can admire those precious, pretty panties.” Now I was the one swallowing, while feeling the sweat gathering on my forehead. What a picture of femininity from the front side. The lace undies were so sheer it was clear my little girl was clean shaven.
Julie approached, a fascinating picture of little girl pretense, with a large helping of sultry tease. I pointed at the spot to my right and she stopped there.
“And just what do you think Daddy is about to do, my naughty little girl.”
“I think you’re gonna’ spank me, Daddy.” It was said with a childish pout and a slightly nervous swallow.
“I am indeed, young lady, but just why in the world would I want to put my precious little girl across my knee and spank her tender bottom?”
“Because I’ve been a naughty little girl?” It was voiced more like a question than an answer.
“As a matter of fact you have been a naughty little girl. But aren’t you to old to be spanked?” The proverbial trick question caused a momentary smile from Julie.
“No, Daddy, I’m not too old to be spanked.” Her eyes were all but twinkling.
“What do you think would happen if you told me you were too old to be spanked?” I pressed on, also smiling.
“I’d probably get the belt.” The answer wasn’t quite as childlike.
“You would indeed,” I assured her. “And you probably will anyway,” I continued, almost casually. “But the main reason Daddies spank their little girls isn’t because the little darlings are naughty. It’s because Daddies feel like spanking them. They like the feel of their baby girl’s soft body resting across their lap, a soft tender bottom ready to be chastised, their girlish lace panties about to be warmed. The poor dear feeling so vulnerable. Not knowing how long or hard the spanking will be. Will she just be spanked with his hand or get the hairbrush, the paddle… or even the strap. Will she be paddled till she breaks down in tears. Or will Daddy stop when she’s just whimpering and sniffling. Will Julie be allowed to keep her panties up or will Daddy insist on humiliating her by lowering those silly little undies and blistering her bare bottom. What do you think, Julie?”
“I think I’m gonna’ find out.” Her eyes were downcast as she said it and that precious little pout had returned, before she added, “You won’t spank me too very hard, will you Daddy.?” Now the eyes turned up to face me as her bottom lip turned down, as if to plead, “I haven’t been terribly naughty, Have I Daddy?
“Precious, you know that won’t keep me from spanking you to tears. It’s what all little girls need before they’re sent back to their hubby. Besides, I want to make sure when I’m finished tanning your hide, you’ll be ready to suck my cock and swallow my cum.”
“DADDY! You’re gonna make your little girl give you a blow job? Isn’t that against the law!”
“You are not only going to give my cock a good sucking and swallow every drop of my cum and then lick my dick clean… if you don’t do it with enough energy and enthusiasm, then I will give your tender ass the belt whipping of its life.” As I finished my speech and Julie’s eyes widened (was it fear or interest?), I swept my right arm around her waist and pulled her effortlessly across my lap. Her palms touched the carpet as she let go of her skirt. My left arm held her steady, while I flipped up her skirt. What a gorgeous sight. Pretty, sexy, delightfully feminine, lace panties were taut across her creamy buttocks. I didn’t waste time. I gave her a half dozen very sharp smacks on the exact same spot of the one bottom cheek. I was rewarded with yelps of protest and kicking legs. Then another six smacks to the same spot on the other cheek.
“I’m going to spank the daylights out of you, little girl.” I announced. And between each and every word of that sentence, I administered a fearsome stroke to much of that now bouncing bottom. “Why are you being spanked, little, girl?” I used my most intimidating paternal tone.
“Because I’ve been, naughty?” She responded, already sounding out of breath and trying to turn her head back to look at her disciplinarian.
“No.” my reply was said quite calmly but was followed a half dozen wicked spanks right on Julie’s sit spots. I was delighted, she twisted, kicked her legs and bucked back and squealed like the little girl she was becoming. Then I continued the lecture: “It’s because I’m your Daddy and I can spank this adorable bottom whenever I feel like it. And also so you remember to please me when I push my swollen cock into your mouth. You do want to suck Daddy’s cock, don’t you sweetheart?” I gave her another dozen on the meatiest part of her, now pink, bottom, to emphasize my point.
“Yes, Daddy, I won’t forget to suck your dick. You can stop spanking me now, so I can get busy giving you a blow job.”
“Nice try, Julie, but you’re putting the cart before the horse.” I continued to intersperse my scolding with sharp spanks to make my point. I was pleased to see the young lady’s hind quarters were turning from pink to bright red. I continued: “You have to be properly paddled first, honey. Consider this a good girl spanking, a naughty girl spanking, a maintenance spanking, a send you back to your hubby submissive and obedient, spanking. NO, sweetheart, this tender little rear end is just now getting red. I want a deep burgundy before I finish.”
On the other end, so to speak, things were going as well as I could have expected. Julie was squirming a lot and had grabbed one of the legs of the chair with her left hand, while her right had attached itself to my ankle. I was rather impressed with how she was taking her punishment. There were plenty of “oohs” and “ahhs” but no yelling, screaming, or begging for mercy. Of course I was only using my hand but I am an awfully effective hand spanker. Plus I know how to vary location, frequency and intensity. At this point, the residual effects of the spanking might not be long term, but sitting right now would be very uncomfortable. Still I was hardly getting started. Also I thought I had a bit of a surprise for the smug Miss Julie. But first I’d have some vocal fun.
“Are you happy you’re getting spanked, young lady?” Six really hard, up from the shoulder whacks…right on her pretty little sit spot. Her panty covered butt jerked up and for a brief moment no sound came out of her open mouth.
“I’m absolutely delighted!” Came the pissed off response. I actually had to close my lips tightly to keep from laughing. But it only took me a few seconds to address her insubordination.
“I detect a bit of attitude from you, little lady,” I announced in my most paternal tone. “Maybe we should spank that sauciness right out of you. What do you think?” For the first time I gave her a half dozen hard spanks on the back of her thighs, which caused her rump to raise and twist, while the lady’s nails on the palm holding onto my ankle dug in painfully. “I asked you a question, little girl! Does Daddy have your permission to spank the snot out of his little girl?” Confident her approval would be quickly forthcoming, I went to town on that pretty posterior. The sounds of my palm striking panties and skin sounded like a string of firecrackers going off.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I should be spanked! I’m a naughty little girl and I need to be spanked!” I won’t lie, the sounds of her submission, along with the gorgeous deepening red beneath her lace panties had caused an enormous erection, which I was certain she could feel against her tummy. We were ready for the next step. The spanking continued but much less frantically. Still as firmly but moving all over the shapely target.
“Would my baby girl like to suck her Daddy’s cock?” Such a delightful contrast, my sweet query, while my firm right hand continued to spank unrelentingly.
“Yes, Daddy, please let me suck your cock!”
“You’re sure, honey? You really want me to push my dick down your throat. What if Daddy spurts or if you choke on my cock, I might have to spank you again. Still want to blow Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I want your dick in my mouth. I’ll give you a super blow job. I’ll take your whole cock all the way down. I won’t choke. You can blow your load right in my mouth. I’ll swallow every single drop. Please let me suck you off!”
“Okay,” I replied, pretending not to be totally convinced. “But I also wanted this spanking to warm up your pussy. Just in case in case I wanted a taste of nooky. Is your pussy nice and hot now?”
Give Julie credit, my newly raised issue did not unsettle her one bit. “Yes, Daddy, I think my pussy is perfect serving temperature right now. You’ve warmed me up nicely, Daddy.”
All this time I had continued to spank my little girl but at a much more leisurely pace. More pauses, the strokes still VERY firm but now I would rub the area I was about to spank before doing it.
I pulled her gently to her feet. She was fidgety, rubbed her bum, and blew air through her pursed lips as if that somehow could cool off her hindquarters. This time I made no attempt to hide my smile. “I’m going to undress you,” I announced. Not waiting for a response, I began to do just that. I left her panties to last, pulling them down to her ankles and then having her step out of them. I pushed the lace underwear to my nose and took several deep breaths. Then I found the lace gusset, turned it out and kissed it while Julie blushed. I turned her around to inspect that gorgeous punished posterior. Did she know it was far from over?
“On your knees, honey. You must listen carefully to the rules.” As I was saying this, I was taking off my own clothes. “You’ll take Daddy’s cock in your mouth to suck on and play with. If I tap your head or cheek it means to stop, as I’m about to cum and I don’t want to yet. I’ll tap you again when you can resume the blow job. I want this to take awhile. When I’m finally ready, I’ll spurt my whole load into your mouth. Do not swallow any of it. Keep your lips wrapped around it while I make sure all my cum is out of me and in you. I will slowly pull my dick out and you must not lose a single drop. You hold it until I allow you to swallow… and NOT before. Now get started, baby girl.”
Little doubt the rules unnerved her a bit. However, once fully engaged she took to it like a duck to water. Seeming to take it as a challenge to see if she could get me to ejaculate before I was able to tap her. I was enjoying every part of the process. Her eyes, lips, mouth. Now and then her bottom would brush against something or she would just get a twinge and I would get a hurt look from a face filled with aroused penis. Each time I felt ready to cum, I stopped and started her back up. I did this many times. When I felt it was time, I ordered her to suck like she was pulling every drop of cum from both balls. It felt as if my wiener was being pulled right down her throat. Then I came strongly into her. As I pulsed, I grabbed the base of my cock, to make sure it didn’t escape Julie’s lips. Once sure I was totally milked, I withdrew my cock very slowly from those ruby lips. I instructed my faux daughter up to the bed, lying on her back.
“Open your mouth, I want to make sure you haven’t swallowed anything,” I ordered pleasantly. I was rather impressed with the quantity of the milky ejaculate in Julie’s mouth. “Now listen to me, sweetheart, you must keep all that goo in your mouth. You must not swallow any of it. If you do so without my permission, Daddy will have to give you another spanking and also a belt whipping. Do you understand, little girl?” There was a wide eyed and nervous nod of agreement. It seemed she suddenly realized why I had never taken her panties down while she was across my knee. The spankings were not over… nor were the surprises.
“Spread your legs, baby girl. Daddy wants to see if your pussy is still nice and hot or if I have to warm you up some more over my knee.” I saw just a flash of irritation, but her legs moved apart. What an erotic vision! There was just a shiny bit of ejaculate on her lower lip and her pert boobs rose and fell as she breathed. I wasn’t quite drooling but close enough. I had to resist the impulse to just bury my face into Julie’s sex. Instead I ran just two fingers against those pussy lips and then brought them up to my mouth for a taste. Now I moved her legs further apart and sat on my knees between them. I slipped both hands under her punished backside and felt her body jerk from the contact, and I was sure I had heard her swallow. I couldn’t keep from grinning at her look of wide eyed alarm. We both knew she now had most, if not all, of my ejaculate in her tummy. I pretended to ignore that and pulled the lower part of her body up to meet my mouth.
She tasted like sexual cotton candy. Moist and delicious. I let my tongue investigate every nook and cranny. When I was satisfied that she was all but dripping with liquid arousal, I sucked her sex into my mouth. As I sucked and nibbled and licked and pushed my face as far as possible into her intimate opening, I did wonder what she was thinking. Obviously she’d swallowed my cum. And she must have understood I knew it. Was she enjoying being eaten? Letting herself go to ravenous cunnilingus, not thinking about future punishment? Or was she pissed that I had given orders that she couldn’t possibly obey. No wonder I hadn’t been in a hurry to lower those sexy little panties. A bare bottom spanking was always part of my plan. I took my time. This was an incredibly yummy break from dishing out discipline.
I finally finished my meal. After all it was only fair that I filled my stomach with her delicious dew after she’d put my cum into her tummy. I was also pretty certain she’s enjoyed at least one orgasm. If so, poor little Julie would find the next part of her corporal correction a lot more painful. I pretended sad surprise when I ordered her mouth open and discovered little evidence of milky ejaculate. “Julie baby, you have not been Daddy’s good and obedient little girl. What did you do with Daddy’s cum?”
“I swallowed it”, was said with a mixture of daggers and defensiveness.
“Oh, too bad, sweetheart,” I shook my head in mock sympathy. “That means Daddy is going to have to gave you another spanking. And I think we best start with the belt.” I gave her only a few seconds to digest that while I stacked the two bed pillows in the middle of the mattress. “Come on, honey, on your tummy over the pillows, bottom up.” I purposely turned away from the bed to grab my trousers, as if I knew she would obey. When I turned back, she had… but still seemed to stew a bit about my little trick.
I smiled and looked right at her as I pulled the belt, from its loops in one continuous motion. I saw a nervous swallow, not unexpected. This could be very serious discipline. Julie’s backside had already lost a lot of its color. I drew my finger across the very top of the butt cheeks, as if to mark the starting point of her chastisement. “Now, sweetheart, Daddy is going to give you a baker’s dozen of strokes on this cute butt. Your spanked bottom is already losing a lot of color but I’m going to give you some nice long welts across your naughty rear. They’ll keep you company for a few days as a reminder to behave. You only have to count and thank Daddy for each. You know the rules: lose count or don’t thank and we start over.”
I didn’t wait for a response but did get a nod of nervous understanding. My first stroke had a delightful snap and crack to it (perhaps a pop as well). It landed very near the imaginary line my finger traced. Julie’s face buried in the pillow for a few seconds, muffling a girlish squeal, then popped up to say, “One” and “Thank you, Daddy.” I proceeded quite slowly, trying to make sure I kept my welted lines straight and even. The charming recipient had increasing difficulty in staying in position, while the count and thanks was made with increasing difficulty. At six, I moved to the other side of the bed. Julie was becoming quite teary. I actually felt a bit conflicted. Real sympathy for the mature woman that was suffering… against the lust I felt in disciplining her. Lust won!
When I applied the twelve stroke, I wondered if Julie might not know what a baker’s dozen was. But it seemed she did, for each stroke had descended in order from the top of her bottom cheeks to number twelve, right across her sit spot. As I readied the belt for it’s conclusion, the lovely lady’s bottom seemed to shiver, knowing the final belt whip would be at the very sensitive top of her legs. The mattress buried her scream and when the head came back up tears were brimming and staring to leak. I sat on the bed and moved her head over to my lap. “You took your medicine like a very good girl, sweetheart. Now all we have left is the paddling.”
Her mouth moved but no words issued. She obviously was trying to construct an objection, yet knew being uncooperative risked the chance of more severe punishment, possibly even more whipping with the belt. So instead of words I got pleading looks for mercy. “Oh, honey, didn’t Daddy promise you the paddle? I should have. It’s really a lovely paddle. African hardwood but very thin, so it’s less likely to bruise. But boy does it sting…and burn. I don’t want to bruise this gorgeous derriere. I want to paint it. I want to brand your pretty butt. Not just my initials on one of your cheeks, I want your sexy ass on fire from Daddy’s tough love. That burn is going to overlay those lovely belt welts, so that on your drive home, you won’t be able to sit still. So hot you’ll want ice packs on your bottom cheeks.”
I had gotten up off the bed and picked up the paddle from the night stand and resumed my seat on the spanking chair as I continued the tease/threat: “You know what I’m going to miss, Julie? I’m going to wish I could see you when you need to go potty and have to lower those silly little panties. The first time it will feel like your undies are glued to your naughty bottom. I wish I’d be able to hear the ooohs and aaahs of distress. Then when that scalded bottom first makes contact with the toilet seat I’ll bet you’ll yelp, just like you did when I grabbed your ear lobe. I can see you now, squirming as you pee, while mentally cursing your Daddy for blistering your bottom. And even when the pain begins to subside, you’ll get lots of itching as that precious booty begins to heal.”
“Come on, Baby,” I was tapping the paddle against my thigh, “Time to get over Daddy’s knee. And bring along those panties. I may need them if you make too much noise.” Julie looked absolutely adorable. The pout had returned as she grasped the silky underwear and alighted from the bed. She held the undies in front of her sex as she moved towards me, as if to protect her modesty. God! It made me HOT! The pout was still there but now it actually looked like it belonged on a girl somewhere between six years old and a teenager. I took the panties from her hand and swept her over my lap. For several long seconds I took in the view. I could sense Julie twitching a bit. Perhaps wanting to get it over with. But I took my time, even pushing the cheeks apart to reveal unpunished skin and a perky pink butt hole. If I only had more time, I would love to shove a lightly lubricated dick hard into that butt hole and fuck her till I shot another load into her as she squealed in protest. Then feed her the cum that dripped out .
Perhaps another day. I rubbed the paddle across her buttocks, insisting she relax, as I felt her tensing up. As soon as she obeyed, I struck. It was a short and very sharp stroke with a lot of wrist action. She yelped and gave a girlish kick and tensed once more. I repeated the rubbing and once more insisted she relax. As soon as she did, she got a fresh spank on the other cheek. I repeated this slow discipline for several minutes. During the rubbing I began a relentless scolding: “Such a naughty little girl… punished like a child… what would your girl friends say… your co-workers that think you’re a sophisticated adult… I’ll bet they’d love to see it… they would probably love to do it to you… a little lady that has gotten too big for her britches… your mother… I’m sure she’d love to paddle you silly for being such a bratty young lady.”
She was hot. So was I but in a different, yet nearby, location. As hard as I was with my paddle, it was only the preamble. By now she was twisting, kicking and even flailing a bit. In distress and vocalizing when the paddle landed, but still more or less under control. Then I moved my right leg and allowed her to rest only across my left knee. She knew immediately what was going to happen and began to protest.
“No, Daddy, PLEASE!” It was sincere and music to my ears. She was not going to like this next part, but it was for her own good…
“Now, Baby, you know Daddy needs to do this and you need it.” I placed my right leg so that it now rested across the back of both of her legs. I also held her tightly at the waist with my left arm. Now the scolding would be mostly soft, sympathetic and loving. The spanking would be ferocious. There would be breaks but they would be short while I re-secured Julie over my knee, assuring her chastisement was not yet complete, and that she should be brave. It took all my strength to keep her secured, yet she did not try to escape, never stopped calling me Daddy and was arousingly girlish, swearing she would be Daddy’s good little girl from now on and tearfully apologizing for being naughty.
Julie’s bottom had indeed turned a beautiful burgundy. I could no longer easily see the welts from the belt whipping. Still there was one more color to add before completion. I went to it with what I would call tennis strokes. Short sharp spanks with force but that reverse as soon as they strike flesh, then strike again a fraction of a second later, so quickly the skin has no time to cool. Each volley at each spot is at least two or three times in a row. Soon I was rewarded with the color I desired. Chalk white over a burgundy bottom. Blisters! Many over belt welts. Oh, this naughty girl would be able to sit. But what torture, especially on hard wooden chairs.
Capitulation was complete. The girl across my lap was not seriously struggling, just softly sobbing. I pulled her up gently on to my lap. She jerked when her punished posterior touched my skin and I couldn’t resist a chuckle. I got a glare in return but she buried her face into my chest as I kissed her forehead and hair, telling her what a brave girl she was. She squirmed so her punished cheeks mainly hung over my lap while I dried her tears.
I took her to the mirror and showed her how deeply marked her bottom was.
I told her she must now go home and tell her husband everything that had happened here today, and show him her properly spanked bottom.
As we both dressed, I got more glares as she winced and jerked each time a piece of clothing touched a punished part. After a parting hug and kiss, the arousal continued to the very end, as I saw Julie walking very stiffly down the hotel hallway. I wondered how many sympathetic inquiries she might get from others about her obvious discomfort. And could, or would, any of them be able to guess the cause. Might Julie give it away to the more observant, by blushing when they asked if she was alright.
I also wondered if I’d get another chance at being her temporary daddy. She could use a really good ass fucking!
Ha ha! Is that not wonderful? Here are my reactions.
First, I enjoy it tremendously that I am front and center in an older gentleman’s sexual imaginings. I’m sure me posting the occasional nudes (some of them well-spanked) helps the imaginings in that regard!
I absolutely definitely have a thing about older men. I’m talking 60s, 70s, whatever. I am not incredibly visual. I don’t notice things in people’s appearance that others may. I am turned on by sexy thoughts and sexy actions.
Of course, Hank picked up on my Daddy fantasies. I think most of my long-time blog readers have. I get turned on thinking about my own Dad doing stuff like this to me (blush, blush, blush). Don’t get me wrong, he would never, but I might! But I really appreciated that Hank went there because the fantasy of it does turn me on a lot.
Hank included a bit of scene negotiation up front. I liked that to set the stage, although in real-life the negotiations would have been much more explicit and a safeword would always be used by people who have not played many times (and a “red” kept in reserve even so). But as a fantasy, I like that I was told “no safewords”. But mustn’t let one’s pussy overpower one’s head when playing!
I also really, really liked, and thought it was extremely sexy, that Hank told me he would “send me back home to my husband David properly punished and submissive.” I like that David was included, and that the purpose of the tryst was implicitly as a marital aid. Hank acknowledged my relationship with my husband which felt very safe. Hank was there to play with me, and then send me back home to my husband safe and sound for a good fucking. There would be no risk of Hank falling in love with me or anything. I was there as his plaything. There is also the subtle cuckolding aspect, which I also found very sexy (and even more so when I was unexpectedly required to give head later in the scene).
I liked the confidence Hank portrayed, and how I had to run in my too high heels to keep up with him after he left the table (I would have, too, like a silly little slut). Hank had me dressed a little “Forever 21” with a touch of slut, which I thought was cute, and made me seem more like a younger daughter.
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| She needs a spanking and a face fucking! |
I got myself embarrassed in the elevator with the three older women. That turns me on also. They probably knew we were not really Daddy and daughter. More like sugar daddy and sugar baby. And from the looks of things, sugar daddy was likely to spank his baby back in the room before fucking her good. I can only imagine how disapproving were the thoughts of the old bags in the elevator, with their disapprovals squarely focused on me (there’s this societal norm that it’s normal for men to get away with whatever they can, but the girls who give it up too easy are somehow at fault!).
When we got to his room it was right into action. I was ear-marched to the corner and told to lift my skirt. It’s embarrassing all of sudden to have to lift your skirt and show off your cute little cotton panties to a man you’d only met minutes before. So is it any wonder a girl hesitates?
Well, because I hesitated he lifted my skirt himself and gave me a hard slap to my panty covered right cheek! But then he decided I would need more of a lesson than just that in obeying him. So as a further lesson in obedience, he pulled my panty down, baring my bum! Instead of only being required to show off my panties, I now had to show off my bare bum in front of him!!!! I was bare bum, in front of a man not my husband, whom I barely knew! I can almost feel the squirmy humiliation of having that happen to me. There are very many men I interact with day in and day out. Most of them would want to pull my panties down, but they are certainly not allowed to. This man took command and bared my bottom as a lesson in obedience. He concluded the lesson with a matching hard smack to my now bare left cheek. And so the mini scene ends with the sad story of a sorry girl, now holding her skirt up above her waist, but with her panties lowered, and with two big hand prints imprinted as punishment on her bare cheeks!
The next part of the story is where he switched me out of my white cotton panties, and put me into sheer sexy panties. I don’t know about that. I went along with it (in my mind), but it was more about his panty fetish if you know what I mean? I wore those girlish white cotton panties for a reason! I would have gone along with it, though. No scene is ever perfect.
I like that there was plenty of scolding and dialog, including me having to repeat the word “spanking” several times. I think Hank is right that even saying that word is sexy to a spanko! Then when he asked me what kind of spanking, and described either a light one or a ridiculously hard one, Hank had me pegged. I would have definitely gone with the hard one. Sort of like diving into a cold lake. You take the plunge and then you’re in mid-air and it’s all “what have I done????”
Then more and more dialog, which I loved and really put me in the mood. I like when a man tells me what he is going to do to me, in minute detail, even repeating himself, and then does it. Each repetition makes me hotter and hotter so that I am practically begging for it by the time the action happens.
Hank mentioned that he would spank me until my pussy was “hot and juicy”, and then he would eat me out! That was the first mention of something sexual occurring. I was a bit taken aback when he said it. Did I sign up for this? For a stranger to eat me out after my spanking? Was it not to be just a spanking? Is not the eating me out overly intimate? And what kind of a girl allows herself to be eaten out by a man she had literally just met ten minutes ago? Is eating out my pussy not something only my husband ought to be allowed to do?
I am trying to really think what I would actually have done in that situation. Yes (blush), I would not have stopped it. I was actually super turned on by the compelled cuckolding: I had no choice – he told me how it was going to be!
About those panties. the one thing I did like about them was that I was forced to face him while raising my skirt, and the panties were so sheer that he could see my bare waxed pussy right through them. My tummy fluttered as I realized what he was seeing.
And then there was even more dialog (still loved it, though you guys maybe were getting tired of it, I was not). And this time he confirmed I would be spanked to tears, and I believed him. And then after that, a blow job, with an ejaculation, and with me swallowing his sperm. More similar reactions to before with the pussy eating. Plus, in real life I am really not that great at sucking cock, do not particularly enjoy it, and absolutely hate getting sperm in my mouth, much less swallowing it. But from experience I knew that if I had been properly spanked, and then threatened with a continuation of the spanking for lack of enthusiasm, I would definitely perform! The fact that Hank was old, and that I would have soft, wrinkly, old man cock in my mouth, and old man sperm down my throat, was even more sexy. Me, as a young woman, would have to work hard to get him up and to make him ejaculate, or else “the belt whipping of my life”! Sexy as fuck! I am twisted, I know.
I guess I also liked that I got spanked with my sheer panties up. At the most intense phase he was seated on a chair and I was over his knee grabbing a chair leg and his ankle. I can imagine grabbing onto that ankle for dear life while getting my spanking!
Towards the end Hank slowed down my spanking and added some rubbing and fondling into it, the better to cool my ass and heat my pussy. That was nice.
When the spanking was over I had to stand in front of Hank as he stripped me bare naked. He then got a full-frontal view of me. Bare breasts and pussy included. And he could see I was very wet by now as well. I hate it when my pussy betrays me like that!
Then it was down on my knees and I had to give Hank his darned blowjob. He gave me further instructions that after he came in my mouth, I must carefully suck him dry without swallowing any of his nasty old man sperm. Yuck!
For real, when I get a mouthful of sperm, I have the immediate overwhelming desire to run to the sink and immediately spit it all out. That this was not allowed, on pain of “the belt whipping of my life” (which I would have deserved and submitted to), was sexy as fuck. Instead I had to lie on my back on the bed, knees up, with that disgusting blob of goo in my mouth, and allow old man Hank to eat me out.
Fortunately, old man Hank seemed to be extremely skilled at eating a girl out! He teased me like anything and I came not once, but twice, and was heading for number three when he cut me off (I am very multi-orgasmic in real-life, something my man appreciates about me!).
Hank had me “accidentally on purpose” swallowing his cum during my pussy licking. I found that very unrealistic. No way would I disobey like that at that point in a scene, and no way would I even be inclined to swallow his nasty sperm anyways. Besides, it would have been super sexy being eaten out while forced to hold that in my mouth (I do that to my husband often, spanking him while holding a mouthful of his own sperm, even in front of other women – so humiliating for him).
I would have preferred if Hank had put me back on my knees, and made me show him what a good girl I was by keeping his sperm in my mouth, and then hold me by my throat as he makes me swallow it all down after teasing me that he might allow me to spit it out and then changing his mind. The spanking that follows could have legitimately been given because I suck at giving blow jobs and am self-conscious about it.
At one point, after the panties up spanking across his knee, the stripping, the blow job, the sperm, and the pussy licking, Hank narrated that “a bare bottom spanking was always part of the plan”. The climax of the scene was none of what we had already done together, but would be my “bare bottom spanking”. So perfect.
But even before that I would be given a taste of the belt. I like that he did that. I hate being threatened repeatedly with an implement and then NOT getting it. So I was glad of it.
Hank placed two pillows on the bed and made me lie across them. He would have seen something along these lines.
I received 13 strokes of the belt across my bottom. They were described as being very strict, leaving “nice long welts” that would “keep me company for a few days as a reminder to behave”. I had to count and thank after each. I found it unrealistic that I would not have deliberately messed up the count and gotten an extra dozen!
I actually thought we might be done by then, but then Hank announced that I still had a bare bottom paddling across his knee to come! Hank described it as a light but stingy paddle that would leave a lasting impression. He again used his words to describe the paddling I had coming, and to describe how I’d feel for the next several days. He particularly enjoyed the image of me taking my panties down and squirming on the toilet seat while peeing, which I guess is a bit of a fetish of his, but who am I to judge?
I had to pick my panties up off the floor to hand them to him which he threatened to use as a gag on me if I made too much noise. Unfortunately, Hank forgot about that and the idea never made a reappearance which is a shame. I like the image of a girl dangling across a man’s knee, getting the bejesus spanked out of her ass, with her panties stuffed into her mouth to keep her shut up.
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| Even I agree, sometimes women just talk too much… |
Hank scolded as he spanked, which I loved. He also did the “imagine if people you know could see you now” bit which I find to be very erotic.
For the final part of the paddling Hank locked his leg over the backs of both of mine, which is a sure sign of trouble to come! He then paddled my ass to a deep burgundy and then continued until the centers of each cheek were a chalk white. Blisters over belt welts. I imagine it looked somewhat like this.
Would I have really allowed something like that to happen to me? Yes. Yes I would have. Listen, your mileage may vary, but I have found that when I am in a deeply submissive mood, I would allow the spanking to continue (I would not use a safeword). I would be in a crazy amount of pain, and kicking and screaming and crying and begging for it to stop. I would genuinely want it to stop, but would feel as if I had no say in the matter. I have experienced that from Tracy, from my sister, and from my husband. That is how I am. I find it cathartic. I would be literally spanked to tears. You would feel sorry for me. My ass would take many days to heal.
The final bit of cuckolding was the requirement that I go straight home and show my husband “the damage”. I also found it sexy that he enjoyed the degree of pain I was in as I dressed myself and hobbled painfully down the hallway after saying goodbye. Here was a man who knew how to command a girl’s respect.
After I had left, Hank wondered the natural question of would he get another chance at me. He thought if he did, I could use an ass fucking.
Well Hank, I’m afraid the answer is no. It wouldn’t be special unless it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to do whatever he wanted to me. I think he might have regretted, after the fact, not putting his dick in my asshole when he had the chance. I would have obeyed. But interesting that he did not mention a pussy fucking at all. Is that not something a man would want to do to a girl if given complete carte blanche? Fuck her in her hot tight wet cunt??? I love that poor old Hank, never to get such a chance ever again with me (or any other young lady – he is old and might die soon?), and how he must both love what he did do, and simultaneously regret everything he did not do!
Ha ha!
Thank you Hank! And you know I’m teasing. Our tryst would have been wonderful!
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