Rule Seven - Callahan

What had I done? I stared at my hands as I paced my private quarters. Eleanor was currently in her room, whimpering from the pain. I"d been so angry, so fucking angry, that I"d blacked out. I"d bent her over my knee and spanked her. But that wasn"t what had me so concerned. What worried me the most was that I had no memory of pulling down her underwear, and I couldn't get rid of this hard-on.

Had she noticed? How long had I been hard while having her on my lap? Why did I like it so much? The image of her bare ass filled my mind. I had wanted to explore all of her. One quick slip of my finger and I could have...

No!

Young Ladies were off-limits. It was disgusting. I was a predator. The things they"d hammered into us for the last ten years.

Don"t touch the Young Ladies.

Not in the way I'd almost done tonight.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, but Eleanor"s soft crying from the other room made it hard. It made everything hard. Despite myself, my hand drifted to my cock. I massaged myself through my pants and swore. What had I done? Pulling myself out of the hypnotic fixation, I stormed back into her room.

"What do you want?" she demanded through her sobs. "Get out."

"I want to see your bruise."

"Why? So you can brag to all the other Daddies what you did to me?" She turned her head away, her body remaining in place. She couldn"t lay on her back. I moved closer to the bed. She"d pulled her underwear back up. Cautiously, I touched her skirt.

"I just want to see the bruise."

"You"re sick," she said but didn"t fight me as I gingerly lifted the layers of her clothing to see the deep purple of her behind. Well, fuck. I stormed out, heading to the medical center. The attendant eyed me up and down as I asked for arnica cream, but gave it to me anyway. I went back to her room and sat at the edge of her bed.

"I"m going to touch you now," I warned, lifting her skirt.

"Haven"t you done enough, Daddy?" she spat. "You"re worse than I thought."

My hands trembled as I put both hands on her hips, sliding her underwear down. She winced, and I lifted the cotton fabric gingerly.

"My job as a Daddy isn"t just to punish you when you get out of line but to take care of you and make sure you"re happy, healthy, and safe."

"Well, I don"t feel any of those things." She tried to fight me as I pulled her underwear all the way off. It was probably best she didn"t have anything against her skin for a day or so. I cleared my throat nervously as I stared at her swollen ass.

"I have a cream that"s going to help heal you. It"s cold." I unscrewed the lid and dipped my fingers into the white lotion. My mouth watered as I brought my hand to her backside and began to slowly, carefully, rub the soothing lotion in.

She winced.

"Shh, let Daddy take care of you." The word felt foreign and confusing on my tongue, but she let out a small moan and my cock jumped to attention. Thankfully, her head was turned away from me.

"I didn"t mean to hurt you so bad," I relented as I continued to massage her. Her ass cheeks were so soft and plump. I shifted my body, and in doing so, gave myself the best view of her lips from behind. Oh, how easy it"d be to simply slip inside and explore.

Eleanor winced, whimpered, and occasionally moaned. All of which made my cock twitch and strain against my pants.

"You"re beautiful. I should have never taken to corporal punishment," I said as I ran a finger along her slit. I"d heard about men using the other hole. They"d claimed it was tighter, better than the one more commonly accepted. Would that keep her virginity intact?

No one would have to know.

"Eleanor?" I whispered. She didn"t reply, so I called her name again. "Eleanor?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

My cock wept. I stared at her head for a long time. She was not going to look in my direction. I"d hurt her. Growing bold, I cleared my throat loudly, and as I did so, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid length. I was a deviant, preying on this Young Lady"s pain. Seeing her flinch and moan only made me harder. I ran my slick, lotion-covered hand over her ass. I stroked myself as I slid between her cheeks. She jumped but didn"t try to fight me. I wasn"t sure if it was because I now scared her, or if she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

I closed my eyes and imagined how good it would feel to move between her thighs and slide my cock up and down her ass, eventually positioning myself right at her tight little hole. The one that wouldn"t expose our secret. I ran my finger against the wrinkled spot, and she tightened, making me pull back.

"I won"t hurt you," I told her. "I just want you to feel better." I dipped my hand back into the jar and lathered another layer onto her bruised bottom. Oh, how tight her pussy must be. I"d been down to the Gen Pop bars with the other DITs to have fun, but those women weren"t new to sex. Hell, some of them had made it their careers, according to Milton, who enjoyed their services often. None of them mattered though. I"d never truly wanted any of them the way I wanted Eleanor right now.

Daring it, my finger ran down, tracing her bare pussy lips. She let out a small gasp. I trailed all the way up to her mound, and then back down again, teasing myself and her, but not pushing between her folds. I did it again at a lazy pace, all while continuing to stroke myself. No one had ever been here before, touching her like this. The very idea spurred me on. I wanted to be the first to touch, to taste, and to fuck her.

The second time my finger ran along her slit, her hips shifted upward ever so slightly. What was this? A gift? A request?

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, Eleanor?" I squeezed my cock, slick with precum.

"Are you going to make me feel better?"

I bit down. Oh, her voice was so... needy.

"Yes. I can do that. I can make you feel good if you want. Do you want that, Eleanor?" There was a pause, and then she said.

"Yes, Daddy."

I slid my pointer finger between her lips and found her soaking wet. She gasped as I ran along her slit, finding her clit easily.

"This will make you feel good. You just need to relax."

I stroked her wet, velvet folds tenderly. I explored her with a hunger I"d never felt before. God, how beautiful she was. She"d always been prettier than the other Young Ladies, but now, now she was otherworldly, splayed out with her ass in the air and her pussy on display for me to stroke as slow or as fast as I wanted. I matched her breathing cadences. She squirmed restlessly and gripped the sheets. Her breaths turned into pants and the hand stroking my member matched the speed at which my fingers strummed her clit.

"Oh, Daddy!" Eleanor cried out as she jerked and came all over my fingers. Her body pulsed, growing wetter and warmer. Her words had sent me over the edge as well, and I came in my hand. I opened my eyes once I came down, and stared at my hand, covered in my cum. What did I do? I gulped and removed the hand from between her legs.

"Do you feel better now?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

With shaky hands, I dipped both into the jar, mixing my fluids with the arnica cream. I spread them around my hand, mixing them thoroughly and returned to her purple ass. "Just one more layer and then rest." I rubbed the concoction over her, admiring every curve and mark. I"d never seen such a beautiful thing as Eleanor orgasming. I wanted to experience it as much as possible if I could.

Post-come clarity hit me all of a sudden, as I finished spreading the lotion. I pulled back in disgust at myself. This wasn"t the man I was twenty-four hours ago. This was someone entirely different. I was someone"s Daddy now.

What had I just done to my Young Lady?