Olivia had just finished her freshman year in college. She was home for summer break, enjoying the familiar suburban backdrop and the time she had to spend with her mom and stepdad, Ray. Ray had been in her life for long enough that she called him “Daddy” and they got along quite well. He was stern in all the right dad-ways and forgiving and humorous when appropriate.
One day, while Olivia was laying on her bed, reading some trashy mystery novel, Ray walked in.
“Can I talk to you, princess?” Ray asked from the threshold.
“Sure, Daddy.”
Ray walked in, wearing his typical attire of blue jeans and a flannel, sleeves rolled up around his muscular forearms. Olivia was on her stomach, propped up by her elbows. She was comfy, in small, navy cotton shorts and a grey t-shirt with her university’s logo. She was a petite girl, maybe just shy of 5’ 2.” She had a small chest, but her rear made up for it. She had her light brown hair in pigtail buns, with a few strands falling along her cheeks.
In contrast to Olivia’s innocent look, Ray was gruff, but handsome. He wore his typical attire of blue jeans and a flannel, sleeves rolled up around his muscular forearms. He kept his long, dark hair swept back behind his ears and kept his beard similarly full and long–though very well-groomed.
Ray sat heavily on the bed, near Olivia’s feet. He placed one hand on her ankle. “Well, you see princess, we have a bit of a problem.”
Olivia cocked her head to the side, looking at Ray inquisitively. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“The problem is that I got a good look at what you’re posting online.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide–she immediately knew what he was talking about. She had been living pretty wildly during her first year of college, spending many weekends and weekdays at house parties. She had been drinking, of course, and there were pictures online of that, but she was also feeling pretty sexually liberated now that she was off at college. And, well, there were more than a few pictures floating around of her in various states of undress, flicking her tongue sensually at the camera, making out with her female friends, showing off her ass in a bikini. There was even a short video of her doing a little striptease–just down to her underwear–floating around.
“Oh, no, Daddy, it’s not what you–”
“Well, it’s exactly what I think, because I’ve seen the photos, even a video of you stripping. Listen, your mom and I aren’t sending you off to college so you can spend your time partying and acting out for boys.”
Olivia wasn’t sure what to say, so spoke hesitantly, “I know, but you know, it’s just all the excitement of being on my own. I may have gotten a little carried away at times.”
“A little?” Ray asked rhetorically, “I’ll say. But, listen, I’m disappointed but I’m not really the problem here. Your mom is. You know how reserved she is. You’re her little girl. If she knew what you were posting online, it would break her heart.”
“No, no Daddy, you can’t tell mom. I’m going to be good this year. I won’t be getting myself into pictures like that anymore.”
“Well, I can’t lie to your mom, babygirl. And she has the right to know what you’ve been doing at college.”
“No, Daddy please. She can’t know. She’ll be so upset with me.”
“This is a really tough position for me to be in, because now that I know, I don’t want to have to hide it from her. But, maybe we can work something out.”
“Yes, Daddy, anything. What should we do?”
“Well, first off, I’d feel a lot less guilty about hiding it from your mom if I felt like you’d been suitably punished.”
“That’s fair. I understand, But, Daddy, you’re not going to take away my phone, are you?”
“No, no. I have something else in mind. You may be an adult now, but I don’t see why I can’t punish you the same way I did when you were younger. Stand up.”
Olivia rose to her feet, adjusting her small cotton shorts, which were rising up between her cheeks. She wasn’t sure what, exactly, Ray meant. Ray reached towards Olivia’s hip and directed her to come closer to him.
“There you go, bend over my knee, just like that,” Ray said as he pushed lightly on the small of Olivia’s back.
“Wait, Daddy, are you serious? You’re going to spank me?” Olivia looked at Ray incredulously even while she bent her small frame over his knees.
“That’s right princess, it’s a fair punishment. Maybe we’ll exorcise a few demons in the process.” Ray positioned Olivia over his knees, her small breasts resting just above his left knee and her ass resting just below his right. She felt his large hand grip the hem of her cotton shorts and begin to pull.
“Wait! Daddy!”
Ray already had her shorts around her thighs, revealing her white, lacey thong. Seeing her full, round ass squeezed tightly between the thong made blood rush into the tip of Ray’s cock. He felt it begin to stir just below Olivia’s belly button.
“That’s a nice thong, princess, but it’s in the way too.” Ray slipped it down around her thighs with her shorts.
“Daddy, I don’t know if we should really be doing this…”
“Relax, babygirl. Now, do you know how many dirty photos I found of you?”
“Umm, I really couldn’t guess. Hopefully it wasn’t too many…”
“Twenty-seven. And that’s exactly how many slaps your ass is going to get today.”
Thinking back to past punishments, Olivia couldn’t recall what was a normal amount or whether this might actually hurt. While she was thinking about her strange situation, Ray’s hand came down across her right ass cheek–surprising her. “Ah!” She stammered in surprise. Though, it was more the suddenness that provoked her reaction, the pain was dull and quickly faded. The next one hit harder. Olivia’s ass rippled from the force and she felt a more lasting stinging sensation. Ray was just warming up.
Each slap hit just a touch harder. The sound reverberated through Olivia’s bedroom and she couldn’t help but cry out each time. Ray was smacking her ass with the hand he wore his wedding ring on. With each harder slap, it dug into her. She suspected she might have a small but telling bruise in the morning.
She was counting in her head. Fourteen. At that, she was surprised to feel Ray’s hand come down even more forcefully on her left cheek. This switch caught her off-guard and she let out a surprised squeal.
“Ah, Daddy!”
“We’re almost there.” But Ray was slowing down, he took time between each slap to caress Olivia’s ass, soothing the pain. She could feel Ray’s hands getting rather familiar with her rear. Running down to her thighs and then upwards to her waist. Sometimes exploring right along the cleft where her ass cheeks met. The spanking was hurting now, but she was more worried that he might notice that she was wet. Her bare pussy was pushed right against his jeans, and she could feel that spot starting to grow damp.
Olivia could feel Ray’s roughness really coming out on her right cheek. She flinched and let out a little yelp with each smack. But, it was almost over. And, anyway, Olivia was enjoying herself. She kind of wanted this to go on longer. She thought about asking for more, but that might indicate to Ray that this wasn’t a sufficient punishment. She had engaged in plenty of sexual exploration at college, but just the vanilla stuff, she certainly had never been spanked like this.
As Ray was coming to the last few smacks, she felt something poking against her abdomen. She almost gasped in realization–his cock was hard. Really hard. Stiff enough to press very noticeably against her toned stomach. Olivia tried to ignore it, but…it made her wetter.
Twenty-seven.
With the last smack, Ray let his palm rest around Olivia’s ass, still gripping it tightly. He started slowly shifting his hips, rubbing his bulge along her stomach. Olivia wanted to tell him to smack her again, or to feel her wet pussy, but she couldn’t possibly do that. “Um, Daddy, is there…more?”
“We’re almost done here, princess, but there’s one more thing we need to take care of.” He stretched two fingers down, between Olivia’s milky thighs, and slowly ran them along her glistening, welcoming pussy. “Just what I thought.”
“Mmmm, ah, uh, Daddy, what are you–”
“I knew you were a little slut. You were enjoying having your ass punished, hm?”
“Well, yes, I mean, no, it’s not like that Daddy, it’s just I’m–”
“I don’t mind if you’re a slut, princess, but if that’s the case, I’m going to treat you like one. Your ass turned me on, you can feel it can’t you?” Ray placed a hand on Olivia’s back and pushed her against his bulging pants. “And now, you need to take care of that. Let’s see you act slutty, just like in those pictures.” Ray pushed Olivia onto the ground, positioning her so that she kneeled against his knees. Her full-length mirror was right behind, so he could see her pleasantly reddened ass reflected.
He didn’t waste any time, quickly unzipping his pants. “Your mother’s going to be home soon, so we need to get this taken care of. Now, take it out.”
Olivia hesitated, but only briefly. She wanted to suck Ray’s cock. He was right, she was a slut. So, why not enjoy it? She pulled back his boxers and let his cock fall out. She gripped the base confidently with her soft hands. He was right about her, she had plenty of experience now, but she was still nervous. She had never sucked an experienced man’s cock, and she worried about impressing him. Still, Olivia plunged right in, taking the head of Ray’s hard, throbbing cock between her lips and letting it slide into her wet mouth. She went quickly, sucking up and down, pushing him further into her mouth each time.
“Oh, you’ve done this before, What a slutty princess I have now.” Ray leaned back, enjoying the sensation of Olivia’s wet mouth running along his shaft, and the view of her sore ass shaking in the mirror. “More. Deeper. Deeper.” He pressed one of his palms to her head, gripping one of her buns and pulling her firmly against his cock. “I said deeper. Suck like a slut. I know you can go even harder than this.” He gripped the other bun with his free hand and started pumping Olivia’s face into his lap, up and down, enjoying the slick sensation of her throat as he slid in and out. She was gagging, but handling him just right.
Then, they both heard the garage door open. “Fuck, your mother’s pulling in.” Olivia tried to reply but her words were garbled by Ray’s cock. “Just keep going. I’m going to finish in your throat, princess. Any second now.”
The basement door opened, “Hello! Anybody home?” They heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the kitchen.
“We’re not stopping princess, I’m about to cum.” Ray gripped her buns tightly and kept pumping her wet throat against his cock. “Here we go. Here it comes babygirl.” Olivia felt a thick spray of cum coat the back of her throat. Then, another. A third. And one small final strand. She swallowed it in an exaggerated manner, making sure Ray saw how much she enjoyed eating his cum. There were footsteps coming up to the second-story now. Olivia wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and sucked him clean. After finishing, she sat back on her feet and looked proudly up at Ray. He smiled, but quickly stood up and zipped his pants. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, where she pulled up her thong and shorts from around her ankles.
As he was about to walk out the door to greet her mother, Ray looked back at Olivia and said, “We’ll discuss this more later.”
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