Daddy's Submissive Little (Wounded Daddies 2)

CHAPTER NINE

Charlotte

I can’t believe how amazing the experience is. I especially can’t believe how damned significant the spanking is. It feels humiliating and hurts dreadfully, but somehow it also feels as if everything I could ever want in a man is represented by me being over his knee and his hand coming down on my ass cheeks. The tenth spank lands and the sting of it sends pain through my body.

“Ten,” he says. “Now it’s over and done.”

Over and done.

I can’t believe how breathtaking the concept is. Nothing in my life has been over and done before this. Any failure becomes an item of ammunition, to be used time and time again, to ensure there is no doubt at all about my imperfections. Somehow, I believe Charlie. It’s over. It’s done. I won’t ever hear about this incident again and he’ll never use it as a club to beat me with.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to, but I return to my knees and then, for reasons I don’t understand, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He regards me with a curious expression that becomes a smile. “Good girl,” he says.

“Can I be your good girl, right now,” I ask. I feel so nervous asking.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

I don’t answer. Instead, I scoot forward and unbuckle his belt. He reaches forward and strokes my cheek, and it has the same enlivening effect it might have had if he stroked my pussy. I let out a sigh, turn my head, and kiss his hand and then his wrist.

I get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and a few seconds later his pants are at his ankles and his cock is standing straight up and right in front of me. As I lean forward and close my mouth over the head, I can feel the soreness in my ass cheeks and it thrills me.

I am not as experienced with my mouth as I would like to be, but never in my life have I been so committed to someone’s pleasure. I pay close attention to his reactions and focus on repeating the movements of my lips and my tongue that create the best results in him. I move a hand to his balls and caress them gently, thrilled at the way he gently thrusts upward. I enjoy the feel of his hand on the back of my head. I’ve never let a boy cum in my mouth, but for some reason I want to do it for him, and I move eagerly and hungrily.

I don’t understand why it is so important to me that he is pleased, but when his climax happens, I feel a very powerful thrill. I keep my mouth on him for as long as I can, until he gently lifts me up.

He says, “You are a good girl, aren’t you?” That makes me blush, but I don’t have any time to think about it because he stands and lifts me up in his strong arms as if I weigh nothing.

He carries me into the room and deposits me on the bed. Before I have a moment to wrap my head around things, I cry out, “Oh, God! God, Daddy!” as he puts his mouth between my legs. The pleasure that flows over me is astounding. It is even more astounding, because I still feel the pain from the spanking and somehow the combination of those two things is even more beautiful than his mouth by itself would be. Somehow, that spanking represents something even more intimate. I have never experienced anything like it and, remarkably, I find myself right on the edge of orgasm.

His hands move over me and though he isn’t painfully rough at all, there is no doubt at all that he is claiming me as his own, holding firmly to my waist with one hand and grasping my breast just as firmly with his other. I cannot keep from moaning and cannot keep from lifting myself up against his mouth. His tongue delves deeply into me, sending me into shocking heights of pleasure and I cry out as my orgasm arrives and find myself holding tightly to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.

Then he is above me and inside of me and I am overpowered by the feel of him. He thrusts into me and the feeling is beyond anything I have ever felt in my life. I hold him and move against him and though each of my movements makes my sore rear end rub against the bed and sends pain through me, I have never felt bliss as I feel it now.

***

Tami looks at my face with a smile and says, “All done!”

Nancy says, “God, you look beautiful.”

I can tell I’m blushing and when I stand up, I feel beautiful as well.

Tami says, “It’s going to be weird to think you won’t be at the hotel anymore.” She pins my veil in place and I see her through the gauzy white.

“Who says I won’t stop by to gab?” I ask.

“Are you ready, Honey?” my father asks. Nothing is resolved between my parents and me. But, after they got the invitation, my father called and asked if he could walk me down the aisle, even if we disagreed about things.

I walk to him and slip my arm into his. Tami and Nancy hurry away to get into position and my father says, “Your mom probably won’t admit it for a long time, but she’s proud of you for making your own decisions.”

I stop and look at him. He can’t see my eyes, but he knows they’re full of surprise. “I’m proud of you, too,” he says. “Not that I’m not going to argue with you about what you should do once you get your head back on straight.” He sighs and smiles. “I love you, Lottie.”

“I love you, too,” I say as I throw my arms around him. It will be a long time before the relationship is what it ought to be, but we’re making steps.

We take our place in line and I look at Nancy. “Are you absolutely sure?”

She nods adamantly. “I promise.”