Rule #1. No texting & driving. [DDlg]

‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍My eyes scanned the black words on the bright white screen before me. I searched for any bit of work that might be remotely salvageable.

“Un-fucking believable,” I murmured to my empty corner office.

I closed the word document, incredibly displeased.

“Soon,” I reassured myself. “Soon I’ll be working at another firm. Maybe then I won’t have to deal with utterly incompetent imbeciles.”

I had just interviewed with B&E. I knew I’d absolutely crushed the interviews. However, I wasn’t sure if they’d actually make a competitive offer. I knew they wanted me. And I was dying for a change of pace. Still, I simply wouldn’t consider a pay cut.

I pushed the matter to a back burner momentarily, as I had more pressing issues to take care of. We had an essential client expecting an airtight contract addendum by tomorrow and Eric’s work was unacceptable, yet again.

I stood up and straightened the jacket of my black skirt suit. As I headed to his desk the sound of my red bottoms clicking on the marble floors echoed through the open office floor plan.

A few paralegals scurried out of my path mumbling a sheepish “Good Afternoon, Mrs. Betzen.” My face expressed mild displeasure as I offered a monotone, “Afternoon”.

I’ll admit that I enjoyed their fear. It meant never having to deal with foolishness. I had neither the time nor patience for it. There were many things demanding my constant attention, both inside and outside of my professional life.

Eric saw me approaching his desk. A look of mild panic washed over his face momentarily. I stifled a smile. His intimidation was particularly satisfying for me. I’d heard the way Eric spoke to the other women, when he thought no one was listening. I saw the way they cringed at his inappropriate “compliments” and “jokes.” I’d reported him to HR on multiple occasions to no avail. It seems he was always able to worm his way out of trouble. His slimy confidence prevailed mostly unwavered with me.

“Nadine,” he said with a subtle note of concern, a note that only another alpha would detect. “Well don’t you look positively stunning today,” he said with a sly smirk. I met his smirk with an emotionless expression.

“If you focused on your work, Eric, instead of how ‘stunning’ I looked, you might get something right for once.” I said unapologetically. I spoke loudly, knowing the whole floor could hear me berating him.

Eric chuckled, his smirk widened. It was as if he enjoyed the public shaming. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked casually.

“Your work on the Grover’s contract addendum is some of the sloppiest I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I scolded. “You will need to revise sections 13, 21, and 34a.”

“Oh,” Eric replied. “Is that all?”

That was all. But his flagrant air of indifference infuriated me. I took a moment to glare at him. I knew this was what he wanted. He wanted me to reaction. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help myself.

“No. The rest of the sections will need to be re-written entirely,” I spat out, a hint of irritation.

Eric was caught off guard. He loved provoking me to anger, but this wasn’t what he had in mind. “That addendum took me all week to prepare,” he began. “It’s Friday afternoon…”

“Then I guess you should clear your weekend, Eric,” I interrupted. “We can not push this meeting, can we?”

Eric stared at me. I stared back, unable to discern if there was more frustration or amusement pinning up what was left of his smirk.

“No,” he replied quietly, his smirk finally fading. “We can not. I’ll get started on it right away.”

“Great,” I said, turning on my heels. I started back to my office to collect my things before going home.

It had been an especially trying week. I sped as I drove home, listening to Taylor Swift’s “The Man” on full blast.

My body ached more and more with each mile closer I got to our home. I could feel the tough facade fading away as I thought about him.

“God, please be home,” I whispered under my breath. “I need you so bad right now.”

Nothing took away the stress of dealing with incompetence like a mind-blowing orgasm. And no one had ever given me such mind-blowing orgasms as the man I’d married.

I desperately needed to know if he’d be there waiting for me. I plunged my hand into my purse, scouring it’s depths for my phone. I felt my foundation, a pack of gum, a single earring, a pen, and then finally my phone. I unlocked it hastily.

“Hey babe. I’m leaving work. Are you home yet?” I typed out and hit send.

Moments later my husband, Chase, returned my message.

It read: I’ll be late tonight. I hope you’re not texting and driving, Kitten. ? Daddy loves you.”

I felt a flutter in my stomach.

“Oh fuck,” I said out loud. “How does he always know?”

A second message came in: “And remember, babygirl, no swearing.”

I laughed out loud. It was a soft, light, sweet tone, one I would never use in the office.

“He knows me too well,” I smiled to myself and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. I was already feeling better.

I got home and immediately stripped out of my formal business apparel. I found my favorite silky pajamas and a bottle of red. I plopped myself down on the couch. Finally safe and cozy, I prepared a message to send my love.

“Yes, Daddy, I was texting and driving. And did swear too. But just once, when I remembered I broke the rule! ? I’m sorry, Daddy. I just missed you so much and had to know if you’d be home…Because I need you. ”

I giggled to myself. I knew Daddy would know exactly what I needed him for.

I poured myself a rather full glass of wine and pondered what to distract myself with until Daddy came home. I decided to watch “Crazy Ex Girlfriend.” About halfway through the episode Daddy texted me back.

“☹️ Nadine. I’m very disappointed.”

I felt my heart sink. I hated disappointing Daddy. All I wanted was to be everything he wanted me to be. Another text came through, illuminating my disheartened face in our darkened living room.

“Tell me why you aren’t allowed to text and drive. And why you aren’t allowed to cuss, little girl,” the message demanded.

I quickly tapped out the words “Yes, Daddy. Cuz you love me and want me to be safe. And cussing cuz you cherish my innocence. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be disappointed. I’ll do better. I promise, Daddy. I love you more than anything and just want to make you happy.”

I hit send and started the show again but couldn’t focus. All I could think of were daddy’s words. Daddy was disappointed. I read them again and again until I received yet another message.

“That’s right, little one. I do love you. And that’s exactly why I have to punish you tonight. No texting and driving is the number 1 rule, baby girl. I need you to be safe. Do you understand?”

I felt like crying. I had let Daddy down. I fretted over what my punishment would be. I hoped with every fiber of my being, that Daddy wouldn’t keep his cock from me as punishment for my misbehaving. I needed Daddy inside me tonight more than ever. With Daddy filling me up there was no room for all the bad feelings. I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to carry these bad feelings anymore. I wanted Daddy to take them away, the way only he could. I slowly pecked out another message.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.” As soon as I’d sent it, another text came in.

“That’s my good girl. Now I want you to start the first half of your punishment while I drive home. I want you to write ‘I will not text and drive’ 100 times and ‘I will not swear’ 50 times.”

“First half!” I thought. I hadn’t yet escaped the punishment I feared. I immediately shot off a “Yes, Daddy!?” text and hopped off the couch to retrieve my lines notebook.

Returning to the couch, I stole another sip of wine and opened the book’s sparkly green cover. I began writing feverishly. My goal was to finish the assignment before he got home. I felt my pussy throb harder with each letter I wrote. It became difficult to focus. The more I thought about not getting Daddy’s cock that night, the more deeply I craved it. As distracted as I was, I managed to finish my lines before he got home.

“Maybe if I look especially scrumptious, Daddy will have to let me ride his cock,” I thought. I giggled to myself running up upstairs to put on my light blue lace negligee. It was Daddy’s favorite. The pale blue looked vibrant against the even paler, soft skin of my breasts. I reached up and gently squeezed my D cups, imagining Daddy had me in his strong hands.

“Nadine!” boomed a stern voice from downstairs. I started and felt my heart beat sore. I raced down the stairs to greet him with my lines. I sweetly embraced his rigid body in a hug and looked up at him, trying desperately to melt his icy gaze.

“Hi Daddy Chase! I finished my lines,” I bubbled at him.

He knew instantly what I was trying to do. He did not reciprocate. He grabbed my notebook from me and placed it aside without a glance at my lines. His hands went firmly to my waste and peeled me off of his body. I saw his eyes glide up and down my little pale body all packaged up in frills of blue, his favorite color. I shivered under the intensity of his gaze.

“What’s this?” he demanded. The harshness in his voice both excited and scared me.

“I…” I stammered for a moment feeling my heart begin to beat uncontrollably in my chest. “I just wanted to look extra nice for you, on account I disappointed you with my texting, Daddy.” I tried flashing a cute smile at him.

He reached down and firmly grabbed my chin. Forcing it upward, he looked directly into my eyes as he growled, “Wipe that smile off your face little girl. Do you think this is a joke?”

I tried to quickly conjure up an apologetic expression. “No, Daddy, I don’t think this is a joke at all!” He smiled down at me with his eyes, the rest of his face remaining somber.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he said, releasing my chin. He picked up my notebook and examined my lines. “Very good little one,” he said again. A full smile formed across his face. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I became immediately entranced. I needed him. I kissed him back with equal passion. He could taste the pure need on my lips.

He chuckled as he placed his lips next to my ear and whispered, “Not so fast little girl. I know you need Daddy, but your punishment isn’t over yet. For the rest of your punishment, you will address me only as Sir.”

I shuddered.

“Yes sir,” I breathed out, barely audible.

“Louder,” he said sternly.

“Yes, sir!” I retorted clearly.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Now, go to the couch and kneel on it. Spread your legs, bend over the backrest and lift up your negligee so your ass is exposed for Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, doing exactly as I was told.

I felt his eyes on me. I felt him getting closer to me. I heard his voice nearby.

“In addition to your lines, young lady, you will receive 5 spankings,” he announced.

A tingling sensation washed over my body. I felt my cunt throbbing. He continued.

“After each spanking, you will say sorry. You will tell me why what you did was wrong. You will promise to never do it again. And you will tell me that you know I do this out of love.” He walked around the couch slowly as he said this, until he was in front of me. He touched my chin and directed it upward.

“Understood, little girl?” he said. I shivered again, my cunt throbbing wildly now.

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir,” I said loud and clear.

My body trembled as he let down my chin. I watched his feet disappear again.

“One,” I heard him say as I felt his open hand fall hard against my right ass cheek. The sharp sting sent a pulse of excitement through my veins. The heat and tingling between my legs spread quickly, my heart raced out of control. I knew it was my turn to speak. I wanted Daddy Chase’s cock inside me and I’d do anything to make it happen. I mustered the most sincere tone I could, desperate to please him.

“I’m so sorry, Sir! You take care of me so well and you deserve the best behaved little girl in the world! And I’m going to be that little girl for you, Sir! Texting and driving is dangerous. Swearing isn’t proper behavior for a young lady. I promise, Sir, I’ll never do it again, ever! I know I’ve earned this punishment, Sir. I know you do it out of love, and I’m so grateful for that, Sir. I’ll do better.” I gushed.

“That’s such a good girl,” I heard his voice whisper in my ear. I felt his strong chest against my back as he learned over me. It was followed by a raging hard-on pressed firmly against my dripping pussy. He stayed pressed against me as he said:

“Two.” His hand came crashing down, with another biting sting, again on my right ass cheek. The spot was tender now. I gasped. My hips jerk forward instinctively to escape the pain.

My right ass cheek began to throb as I said, “I’m very sorry, Sir. Texting and driving is dangerous. Foul language isn’t fitting for a young lady. I promise, I’ll never disobey you again, Sir. I understand what you are doing now is out of love.”

“Good girl,” Daddy Chase praised me. My body tensed, anticipating the third smack, hoping he would ease up or change locations. He did not.

“Three,” he announced, delivering an even harder smack to the same aching spot. This time, I let out a whimper and began to cry. I did not say what I was supposed to say. My mind was leading me down a dark path.

“This hurts,” I thought. “How could Daddy keep hurting me like this? Doesn’t he love me? Doesn’t he…”

“Young Lady,” Sir’s loud voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said quietly.

Sir grabbed my chin and pulled it sharply so my face was square with his stern expression.

“You forget yourself, little girl. What are you to call me?” he demanded.

“Sir!” I burst into tears, unable to keep afloat in the sea of anxiety pulling me under it’s dark and endless current. “Daddy doesn’t love me anymore! He just wants to be Sir now. He’s never coming back and it’s all my fault because I behaved so badly…” the thoughts swirled about in my mind.

“Little Girl!” Chase said again loud and firm. “Sit down on the couch and look at me.”

I did as he said, still crying. His stern expression had melted. He knelt down in front of me.

“What color are you?” he asked gently.

I thought. I wanted to say red. I wanted it all to stop. I wondered why I ever put myself through this, as my gaze fell into line with his. And then I saw it: a man who truly wanted nothing more than my well being. I was safe.

“Yellow,” I finally said. My tears had stopped. Chase reached up and wiped some of the still wet parts of my face.

“Are you positive, babe?” he questioned.

I felt ridiculous. How could I, a grown successful woman, get so upset over three spankings? “Maybe this is all too much for me,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I don’t want this.”

“Yes, I’m positive!” I laughed, as if I was totally fine. I didn’t feel fine.

Chase stared at me.

“What?” I asked in a casual tone.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what!?” I said defensively.

“You were crying literally a second ago. And now you’re pretending you’re fine. Tell me what just happened,” he said.

“Will you just fuck me,” I said frustrated.

“No,” he insisted. “You wanted this, Nadine. You did. You asked me to be your Daddy. And you know what… I like it. I do. You’re more open and vulnerable. It makes me feel closer to you than I’ve felt in years.”

I sighed. I didn’t know what to say. No. I did know what to say, I just didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to admit it.

“You… It… Makes me feel safe. When your Daddy, I’m safe. I’ve never felt like that, not so strongly, even with you before. Okay? And, yea, I love it too. When you punish me, it’s exciting. I love feeling you be in control because I don’t have to be anymore. But like, sometimes…I worry that I’ve lost that safe place and won’t get it back again. And now that I’ve felt it, I… I don’t think I can live without it.”

He smiled at me.

“Was that so hard, little girl?” he teased, as he pulled me into a hug.

And there I was again, right back in my safe space with Daddy Chase.

“Well, young lady,” he said after a few moments of our cozy embrace. “If you want Daddy’s cock, we have to finish your punishment.”

His words whisked me off, and I instantly felt like an innocent little school girl. I was desperate for Daddy’s affection and desperate to make him happy.

“Yes, Daddy!” I oozed at him.

“Little girl,” he growled. “What are you to call me during this punishment?”

I gasped, realizing my mistake. “Sir,” I retorted quickly. “Sorry, Sir, I forgot.”

“Do not make me remind you again,” he demanded. “Assume your spanking position.” I did as I was told.

My cheek was still throbbing. These were no love taps. But I knew I trusted him. I knew Daddy just wanted what was best for me, because he loved me. He really did.

“Four,” he said, his hand showing absolutely no mercy on my bright red hot behind.

“Owww!” I cried out, my hips again jerking away instinctively. I whimpered as I said:

“I’m sorry, Sir. Texting and driving is dangerous. And swearing isn’t right for a young lady. I promise, Sir, to never do it again. I know that you only discipline me out of love.”

“Good girl. I’m so happy you understand that,” he replied. “What color are we, babygirl?”

“Green, Sir.” I replied, tears streaming freely down my cheeks.

“Five,” he said, the final blow cracking hard against that same tender spot. My right ass cheek was on fire.

“Sir!” I cried. “I am very sorry! Texting and driving is dangerous! And swearing isn’t lady-like! I’ll never do it again, Sir! I promise! And I know this is because you love me!”

“It’s over now,” he said, taking me into his arms. “You may call me Daddy again.” I melted into him the second he scooped me up and collapsed in sobs.

He let me.

Daddy Chase held me tightly, stroking my hair, and whispering over and over to me, “It’s alright baby girl. Daddy’s right here.”

When I finally calmed down, I looked up at him. He smiled down at me.

“Did we learn a lesson, baby girl?” he questioned.

“Yeahhh,” I giggled.

“One more time for Daddy. What was the lesson?” he asked.

“That you’re mean!” I giggled again and tried to squirm away out of his lap, but he grabbed me.

“That’s not funny, baby girl,” he said sternly. “Tell me now.”

My cheek still throbbed hotly. I shuttered in excitement and fear. My cunt began to pulse again.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. I flashed him a huge grin. “Anything for you,” I cooed at him, reaching up and booping his nose with my finger playfully. “Texting and driving is dangerous, Daddy. You don’t want me to be hurt. Foul language isn’t fitting for a young lady. Innocence is your favorite thing about me and I’m to guard it for you.”

“And?” he prodded.

“Aaand,” I said, rubbing my smarting ass against his cock. “And I want you, Daddy.” I reached up and kissed him deeply.

He firmly placed his hand around my neck and pushed me back down in his lap.

“Little Girl, tell me the last part of the lesson. It’s part of every lesson. I know you know,” he growled.

I felt my juices begin to seep out of my pussy. That tone always gave me chills.

“Yes, Daddy,” I nearly moaned. “You punish me because you love me.”

As soon as I finished, he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. In between passionate kisses, he said:

“That’s right baby girl. I love you so much. You’re such a good girl. And you’re all mine.”

My pussy swelled with each word and kiss. I needed him inside me.

“Daddy,” I said, as his lips and tongue ran up and down my neck. “Daddy, please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

It was true. My whole body ached to feel him fill up my tight little hole.

“Say it again, little girl,” he demanded. “Daddy loves to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I half giggled, half whined. My cunt soaked, ready for Daddy Chase’s big thick cock. “I need to feel you inside me!” I repeated, gazing directly into his eyes with a look of desperation.

“That’s a good girl,” he breathed, as I felt a single finger glide all the way into my pussy. I gasped and moaned in pleasure.

To be continued…perhaps… _giggles_

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