Play Night pt 2 of (still maybe?) 7: Discovery (Sure Hope Mom Doesn’t Find Out)
You were expecting some kind of costume or uniform, but the outfit he hands you to put on fails to offer any additional clues as to what’s going on. After he leaves the room, saying he has to check on something, you change into a soft light gray tank top that’s a little tight on you, no bra, panties that almost matched the shirt, slightly darker loose but fairly short flannel pajama shorts that seem to only half cover your backside, and thigh high socks (all extra soft and warm and smelling like fresh Bounce sheets due to the fact he apparently had time sneak them in the dryer for a few minutes without you even noticing). He comes back in wearing his usual (but you notice also freshly dryered) boxers and t-shirt and carrying a rolled up towel as you stand in the middle of the room like he asked before he left.
He walks around you, noticeably checking out every inch of your body so intently that you almost feel your face turn red thinking that maybe you should have done a little more to prepare. Still looking you over, his large hands begin to glide over your body, along your shoulders, over your arms, up your thighs, as if he’s exploring some new found territory for the first time, or going over a pre-flight checklist. You can’t help but sneak a peak and notice the tent he’s beginning to pitch in his plaid boxers. Your nipples begin to harden and rub against the soft fabric of your top, sending a little spark directly to your clit when his hand brushes slowly across them.
The entire ritual is beginning to make you feel more self conscious by the second, your mind starting to run through all the inadequacies you notice every day in the mirror when you get ready to go out, or attempt to hide when you try on a swim suite. You begin to feel that every blemish, scar, and part of you that you want to just go away seem to almost burn under his gaze like they turned bright orange. But the way he touches you, caresses you, seems to almost intentionally pass over them without even noticing as his light tracing causes goosebumps on your arms and his clear erection shows no signs of going anywhere. His circling ends as he moves behind you, gripping your shoulders and pressing up against you, making the warmth he radiates joining that of your thin clothing.
You feel him move his face to your neck and inhale your scent when he says, “Tonight rules are pretty easy to remember.” He lightly kisses behind your ear. “You do what I say and only what I say, understand?”
The reveal almost makes you a little giddy as you nod, but his hand quickly darts up and grabs the hair on the back of your head, giving it slight, but not quite gentle, tug that catches you by surprise. “You can do better than that,” he growls low in your ear.
You blurt out, “Yes, daddy” so quickly you don’t even have time to think about what you’re saying. This response seems to not be the one he was expecting as his head moves away a little in surprise, but you can tell by the twitch you feel pressed against your lower back that it doesn’t seem to upset him.
After a moment of consideration he says, “I guess that’ll work,” almost like you convinced him of something. He releases your hair and wraps his arms around your middle, almost snuggling you as he continues. “You know what that means, right? It means you have to be truthful with me, not hesitate or debate me, and most importantly,” his hand slides down and gives your crotch a squeeze, “no cumming without permission.”
You wonder if he can feel the heat coming off your pussy when his hand moves over it. This isn’t what you had in mind, but so far you’re liking where it’s going. His hand pushes up, causing the lips on your mouth and those between your legs to part slightly, opening the floodgates that had been slightly sealed by the skin being naturally stuck together. He seems to notice the wetness burst forth on his fingers and rubs you approvingly before bringing his fingers to his nose and smelling them with a satisfied grunt.
“Is that all clear?” he asks while tasting you on his fingers.
“Yes, daddy,” you reply, starting to get in to the rhythm, becoming more flirty, like the naughty schoolgirl you pretended to be with him a few weeks ago.
“Alright,” his voice almost like he’s talking to a little kid. He grabs the large beach towel that he had brought in with him and lays it out on the floor. “Now get on all fours on this.” You comply, trying to do your most seductive little kneel to your hands and knees that you can manage.
SMACK
You’re knees barely reach the towel when his slap hits the uncovered part of your ass, hard. So hard it sends a shock through your body with an aftertaste of stinging that lingered minutes after the impact. You yelp in surprise and pain as he says in a hard, flat, serious tone “I didn’t tell you to do it like a little slut, did I?”
It takes a second for the words to register, “N-no, daddy” you say, your voice quivering slightly from the shock and still noticeable stinging in on your right cheek. The self consciousness from earlier starts to return.
“Okay” his voice returned to the lighter daddy tone, “Let’s remember that, baby.” You hear him move over to the nightstand on your side of the bed and get something, then come back and kneel down next to you. “Now, have you been a good girl?” You feel his hand gently caressing your lower back, soothing you down from his disappointment.
“Yes, daddy” you say in a quick, obedient voice while nodding. You’ve determined that you will be the best little girl for him tonight.
“Tch, tch, tch,” he chides, shaking his head.
SMACK
A new harsh sensation in your left ass cheek joins the one that was just beginning to subside in the right, making your face clench up as you feel an uncontrolled tear form on the edge of your eye.
“That’s what you get for lying,” his hand resumes rubbing your back. “You have been a naughty girl, don’t your remember?” Your mind starts racing to figure out what he’s talking about, eyes moving back and forth over the last few minutes. “You forgot to drop those things off at your mother’s, didn’t you?” The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Is he bringing real world stuff into this?
He interrupts your thoughts by squeezing your still painful ass. “Hmm?”
You wince, “Yes, daddy.”
“That’s right, now daddy has to take care of it for you. On his time.” You feel his fingernails run down the back of your thigh, both making you nervous and excited at the same time. “I’ll have to chat with her, listen to go on about whatever.” A shiver runs through you as you feel his teeth lightly graze over your skin. The shiver turns in to a chill when he says with more of a sadistic inclination, “Maybe I’ll tell her about what we’ve been up to at night.” The mere thought almost gives you a panic attack.
“Please, no,” your voice has a slight tinge of real fear in it. “Daddy,” you swiftly add.
“You don’t think she wouldn’t find it interesting what a little pervert her daughter’s been lately?” He gives you a wicked little bite. You can actually hear your heart start to pound in your chest, and almost like he can hear it too he says, “But I couldn’t do that to my good girl could I?” He shifts his body so he’s on his side next to you. His hand gently closes around your cheek and he turns your head to face him, tenderly kissing your mouth. His voice become genuinely loving, “You are going to be my good girl, right?”
“Yes d-daddy,” his gentle kiss has somewhat taken your breath away, calming you more than you would have thought it could. You briefly wonder if this is what they mean by “swooning”.
He moves back to where he was behind you and goes back to his more firm tone. “But I can’t just spank you for what you did. Spanking only works as an immediate response to show consequences. This is going to require being taught a lesson…” He starts by parting your legs more and moving behind you, now running his fingernails up and down the backs of both bare thighs. “Now, your mother has to wait for what she wants, so it seems to make sense that you have to wait for something you want…” He leans down and lightly kisses both your hand-print infused ass cheeks. You feel his breath between your legs as he passes from one to the next.
While one hand still rakes up and down your left thigh, his fingers begin to slide up under your shorts and past your panties, lightly brushing your flushed pussy mound. All the sensations are starting to mix together as you let out a stifled moan at his touch. Your body remembers how many times he’s made you cum with those fingers as you unconsciously start wiggling before quickly catching yourself. You noticed that his left hand had stopped running over your thighs and pictured it raising up for another spanking, but it returns when you still yourself.
“Good girl, you always were very very smart.” His finger sliding up and down your slit began spreading the wetness all around your now almost red, aroused pussy lips and a little up to your tight butt hole, making it clench a little at the touch. “Hopefully that will help keep you in line.” Your breathing is getting heavier. You notice that sweat is starting to form on your brow and various other parts of your body as he continues to raise your heat with his exploring digits. “You really are enjoying this aren’t you, or at least your body is.”
“Y-yes, daddy” your breathless voice replies. The urge to just shove as many fingers as you can fit into your opening or push him to the ground and fuck his cock, or his face, or hell, even his thigh is inescapable, but your desire to play along and show him what you can handle is almost higher than your disregard of the pain you would surely get in return. Or maybe it would be worth it, having your cheeks spanked till you couldn’t sit for a month while cumming all over him sounds soooo good at the moment. But before the compulsion causes you to jump up, (thankfully?) his finger slides past your pulsing labia and penetrates your drenched hole, flooding the thoughts out with pleasure and making you moan loud and long.
“Listen to this little hungry slut. I’m starting to worry that you might not be able to handle your lesson and lord only knows what I might have to do if you break the rules while I’m trying to teach you.” You bite your lip hard and try to focus, whimpering slightly. You want to beg him, bargain with him, anything to convince him to grant you release, but you’re not so far gone you can ignore that this would just make it too easy for him and honestly probably kill the mood with his disappointment in you giving up so fast. His deep voiced dirty talk isn’t helping though…
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet before. I can literally see it soaking your crotch and dripping down your thighs, you dirty cock addict.” He’s never talked to you like this before. In fact you can’t remember him ever talking like this about anything. Another finger effortlessly slips inside you, making your hips involuntarily buck. “Oop, careful now. I know your trying, my filthy fuck bunny, but we can’t have you losing it after just two fingers… Here.” You fell a smack on the back of her thigh, not nearly as hard as the other two but enough to snap your mind back into the moment.
“Maybe I should go get some ice to cool you down or something. Maybe slide a few pieces in here?” His fingers push down slightly onto your g-spot. You realize that you’re almost panting at this point.
“I’m sorry, daddy…”
“What’s that?” His fingers push harder while his thumb begins to move in circles over your swollen clit. You can’t help but just respond by moaning loader as the build up fills you. “Are you getting close sweetie?”
“Yes daddy…yes…” your about to go over the edge when his fingers slip out, leaving you empty again. The pressure drops quickly and you can’t tell if you want to thank him or punch him in the face.
“Okay baby, okay. It would be unfair to just go all in on the first round. We’ve got all night left.” The evil grin on his face makes you think you should have just punched him. The relief he’s giving you, however, isn’t nearly enough to steady you against what he has planned next…
Continued in Part 3: Escalation (That’s a Slippery Slope)
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