Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

A very could scarcely breathe. As she walked into the bedroom, she considered all the reasons for why. First, there was fear. Well, not fear, exactly, but concern. Concern that after so many years of dreaming and fantasizing about this, she might be screwing it up. Concern that Thom planned to spank her again; he’d already proven he could deliver a spanking that left a residual sting. Concern that her boss seemed to accept and endorse her relationship with Tom. While it was nice to know she wouldn’t have to hide anything, she did wonder if his seeing her as submissive to Thom would make him question her ability to do her job. Concern that she might have jeopardized it even more by the way she’d chosen to launch her own private rescue.

That really had been stupid. Hindsight being what it was, if she had it to do over again, she definitely would have done things differently. Sadly, that prototype chopper didn’t come with a time machine built into its stealth array. There was no going back and changing things now.

She drew a deep breath, trying to quell the butterflies raging in her system. Not only could Thom provide her with an effective spanking, but she absolutely knew he would, and it would be effective on multiple levels. It would let her know, as he’d said to Mac, the depth of his displeasure at what she’d done. It would be harsh enough for her to find cathartic release, physically bringing her to tears and mentally allowing her to forgive herself for what she’d done. And lastly, it would arouse her to all these heights that she’d never known before submitting to Thom. The very thought of being face down over his knee as he spanked her was enough to make her wet and cause her nipples to bead into tight little raspberries.

The only issue, and perhaps the one that concerned her the most, was his plan to use her bottom hole. It wasn’t that she feared he would hurt her. God knows, she’d been through that before. She could take it, but even if she couldn’t, Thom wasn’t that other guy. She loved him. So, although she knew his spanking was going to hurt, and although his pounding of her girly parts would leave her just as sore and aching afterward, she was determined to submit to all of it. Including that uncomfortable moment when his large cock pierced the tight rim of her back hole, sinking his impossible length so deep inside her that she ultimately felt it all the way up into her chest. She could take that—the punishment and the humbling aspect—because she loved and trusted him. What really concerned her was that he was right when he said she’d take pleasure from the act as well.

Standing next to the bed, Avery removed her clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them in the top drawer of the dresser. She glanced up at the room’s two windows. This place was so remote, she couldn’t see another sign of human habitation in any direction, but there was still something extra embarrassing about undressing with curtains wide open. Obviously, he wanted her to feel vulnerable and exposed.

She probably ought to mention to him that when he’d sent her to the corner that last time, it had been the first time she’d ever been made to do that. He’d said he didn’t care how she stood before a spanking, but Avery wished he’d given her instructions on what to do with herself. He said he wanted her to think about why she was being punished. She suspected he also wanted her to think about just what that punishment was going to entail. She might also mention to him, at some point, that there was very little chance that she could do anything else but that.

Opting to simply face the corner with her arms hanging loosely at her sides, Avery waited. Fortunately for her, he didn’t make her wait too long.

It might have been this sense of vulnerability and embarrassment, heightening her sense of hearing. She could hear seabirds and the ocean waves in the distant background, crashing up against the barrier rocks before rolling in to lap more gently at the cottage’s boat dock and the sandy beach. Closer by, she could hear Thom’s movements too. Her body tensed as the clump of his cowboy boots came resolutely in from the main room. The sound was mesmerizing. Why was it she’d never noticed he wore cowboy boots before? Expensive ones too, judging by the weight of them. He was almost to the door now, and all other sounds faded from her consciousness. She became focused only on Thom.

And the promise of what was yet to come.

T he jolt of arousal that swept over him was intense and amazing. That he wanted Avery was not surprising nor was his body’s reaction to seeing her standing in the corner. What was curious was that even though there was nothing sexual in the way she was standing, the thought of having the beautiful woman before him face down over his knee while he paddled her backside was provoking a level of carnal need in him he had never experienced with anyone else. He sat down on the edge of the bed where she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

“Good girl, Avery. I’m very proud of you for doing what I told you to do. You are strong, beautiful, and courageous, and I’m the luckiest daddy in the world to have you as my little girl. Are you ready for your spanking?”

“I really think I’ve learned my lesson on this,” she said, her voice trembling every bit as badly as he could see the rest of her doing. “I know we agreed to it, and I’m not trying to avoid taking responsibility for my actions. But maybe I don’t have to be spanked quite so hard?”

“You disobeyed me and put yourself at unnecessary risk, didn’t you?”

Her head bowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“We agreed that when you choose to do that, you were going to get punished, didn’t we?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you have any questions or was there something we forgot to talk about on the couch?”

She sniffled, then shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Do you know I love you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a very quiet voice. “I… I love you too.”

“Thank you, baby. I know that was hard for you to say especially when you know you’re about to punished. I want you to come over here and put yourself over my knee.”

She turned, but it wasn’t until he patted his thigh to encourage her compliance that, stifling a sob, she came to give herself to him. She lay herself across his lap, assuming a position as old as the very concept of love and discipline.

His heart swelled. He’d made a big deal about his need to humble her, but her trust in him—in them, as well as in herself—humbled him too. He was the luckiest man in the world; he got to call Avery his own.

As she settled herself over his lap, he scissored her securely between his thighs, placing one hand on her shoulders to encourage her to stay in position while his other hand rubbed her quivering bottom. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, trying to hold back the tears. “Scared, but ready.”

He stroked her bottom, letting her know without words that he understood. But there was really no help for it except to just get through it.

Raising his hand sharply, he brought it cracking down in the first set of hard swats, flattening the summit of one cheek, and then the other. With hard, stinging slaps, he spanked her, covering her entire bottom with bright pink handprints that gradually began to meld all together, vanishing beneath the quickly darkening blush he was creating.

She squirmed, trying to kick despite the vise of his restraining legs. This was part of the process. She couldn’t help but resist as the hurt intensified, but she wouldn’t find her own forgiveness for her bad behavior until he got her to that point where she finally gave in, yielding both to the pain and his authority. And for Avery, he knew, it was especially important for her to know that she could fight as much as she needed. He would always be strong enough, and love her enough, to enforce his dominance.

Again and again, he swatted her ass, concentrating for the most part on the fullest bloom of her cheeks and turning them a dark red. Once or twice, he directed his hand to her delicate sit spots, which made her yowl in protest. As red and hot to the touch as she now was, he knew her belabored flesh would soon be swollen, but he didn’t stop.

The longer and harder he spanked her, the stiffer his cock became. And here, he hadn’t thought it possible that he could get any harder than he’d been when he first came walking in here. Seeing her standing naked, with her nose in the corner as he’d told her to do, would likely always do this to him. But he couldn’t afford to let himself relent before he’d given her every bit of what he’d promised. If he did, not only would it hurt Avery’s feelings and undermine her surrender to him, but it would undermine the commitment he’d made to her regarding consistency.

He doubled his efforts, covering her entire backside with open-handed strikes that he meant to be felt for at least a day or two. But this wasn’t just about chastisement; he needed to inflame her arousal too, and to that end, he let his fingertips start catching that most sensitive spot between her legs.

She sucked in a hard breath and immediately snapped her kicking legs together. He’d made sure that hurt, but it also told him everything he needed in that moment to know… she was wet and just getting wetter by the swat. Each time he let his fingers connect with her labia, they came back glistening with the proof of her arousal.

Avery’s moans of pain became shadowed by those of pleasure, her gasps turning to cries as he let his punishing focus shift to all the most tender places between her legs. Pausing to caress her swollen clit, he ignored the squirming, humping grind of her bottom as she both tried to evade and bucked up into his touch for more. Instead, he let his fingertips play along the slit of her weeping folds, stroking until he’d parted her, laying the silky pink entrance to her pussy open. Already those lower lips were swollen with need. It didn’t take much force behind the swats he targeted there to make her shout, twist, and yowl.

And yet, the wetness gushed from her. It spilled between his fingers as she writhed, panting in pain and moaning her lusty need. God, he needed her too. Removing his hand from between her thighs, he spanked her backside until she finally slumped limp across his lap, crying in earnest.

“Daddy, I’m sorry! Please stop!”

“You were very naughty and could have gotten yourself killed, Avery.” Bringing his hand to rest on her heated backside, he let his fingers slip in between to caress back and forth across her tight rosebud. “You are going to have to learn to mind me and follow the rules.”

“I know. Please?”

“Only because I think you are genuinely remorseful.” He tapped her bottom hole twice, catching her attention. “I’m going to let you up and you’re going to go back to the corner. Do you remember how Daddy expects you to stand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me.”

She took a deep breath. “I’m to put my hands flat against the wall, push my bottom out, and spread my legs.”

“That’s right,” he crooned. “And why does Daddy want you to stand that way?”

Another deep breath expelled in a sigh. “So you can see the evidence of my spanking and my pussy.”

This time he did chuckle. “That’s right. You go stand in the corner. When I’ve gotten my fill of eye candy, I’ll come over and fill that naughty pussy with my cock. I’m going to plow you pretty hard, little girl, I want you to feel each lunge of my hips as I drive into you.”

Releasing his hold, he allowed her to stand. He loved watching her return to the corner to assume the correct position. Her bottom on display for his visual pleasure was something he was quite sure he’d never tire of. He had a great view of her wet pussy and swollen labia as well. Wet as she was, he had no doubt that they were both going to enjoy his dominant possession of her.

He let her have enough time to gather and center herself before he got up to join her. That she now answered to him was evident in the way she shivered as he ran his hand down her burning flank. “Do you know what Daddy is going to do when he finishes with your pussy?”

Trembling, she nodded, then yelped when his hand made sharp contact with her already thoroughly punished derriere.

“Words, Avery.”

“I’m sorry. Yes, Sir, I know what you’re going to do.”

“I want you to ask me to do it. I want you to acknowledge that you need and deserve to have me do it.” Excitement hummed through him. His blood was on fire, roaring and pounding inside him with his need to have her.

“After Daddy’s done with my pussy, he’s going to fuck my ass because I deserve and need it… and I want him to,” she admitted in a whisper, shivering again.

“Why do you want Daddy to fuck your bottom hole?”

“Because he wants to and thinks I need him to.”

Thom squared up behind Avery. Opening his fly, he released his cock and took a steadying hold of her hips. With no warning or preliminaries, other than the spanking, Thom thrust into her. Her pussy clamped all around him as she came. He loved that she came so easily, but he wasn’t done with her and, for all that he was going to make her orgasm throughout, he intended to be rough.

She needed it.

Hell, who was he kidding? He needed it too. Before he was done, he wanted them both bowlegged.

A very had always been responsive in sex, but nothing in her past prepared her for the intensity of her climax as he drove himself balls deep into her. Nothing had prepared her for the onslaught of his possession.

He was so powerful. He held her, rumbling low in her ear as she pulsed all around him, lost in the lingering ache of own response.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred. “You feel so right.”

His grip on her tightening, he began to thrust hard and deep. His size stretched her. She could feel every inch of him, every contour and vein of the cock hammering at her pussy. He made her pulse. He made her burn. When he groaned with the effort and excitement of his own hunger, her whole body pounded and throbbed in response. She tried to move with him, but the tightening of his hands prevented her from doing so. All she could do was stand there, arms braced to take the force of his battering, her tender ass arched back in willing surrender to everything he wanted.

His thrusts became frenzied, more powerful. He was going to come; her own need immediately swelling, racing to meet him at her next soul-shaking pinnacle of release, she cried out when it hit her, and the hot wash of his seed pumped into her. Filling her as he rammed one last time, desperate to get as deep into her as he could reach.

Though over, he remained buried inside her. As he had done before, he placed one hand over hers where she leaned against the wall. She knew what was next; he’d told her, so she knew what to expect. Part of her wanted him to uncouple with her and take her anally to get it over with. A greater part wanted him to do as he’d said, take his time and make her enjoy it. Either way, he was going to fuck her ass and damn if it didn’t make her weary pussy twitch on his cock.

“Thinking about what Daddy’s going to do next?” he whispered seductively.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Relax, baby, Daddy wants you to enjoy it.” Slowly, he withdrew from her, but instead of loss, all she felt was the sheer size of him.

Her nerve weakened. “Thom,” she begged in a pitiful voice.

“Turn around, Avery, and kneel down.”

Doing so brought her right to eye level with his cock. Only partially erect now, it was still huge and still covered in the sheen of her orgasms.

“Open your mouth, kitten.” He combed his fingers through her hair along her scalp. “Daddy wants you to use your pretty mouth until he’s hard enough to fuck your little bottom hole.”

That she found that arousing was just another testament to how much she loved him. Opening her mouth, she let herself relax as the head of him parted her lips, pushing over her tongue as it sank into the back of her throat. He didn’t go quite deep enough to cut off her air, though for a moment she felt that twinge of concern that he might. Instead, he held himself still, his eyes closed as he reveled in the sensation of just being inside her. His fingers in her hair tightened their grip as she let her mouth close around him. Slowly he began to rock his hips back and forth, surging in and not quite all of the way out of her mouth. She brought her hand up, hungry to touch him, but stopped when he clucked his tongue.

“Just your mouth and tongue, kitten.”

Her fingers itched to hold and caress him, but she obediently dropped her hand. This was so much sexier than just a blowjob. With her bottom hot and aching, the act felt like the ultimate submission. She wasn’t bound by anything but his will, but with his hands on her head, guiding her movements as he made slow love to her mouth, she was definitely restricted. Controlled. Owned, even, in the sexiest way possible.

She stroked him with her tongue as his hips rocked. Swirling her tongue around the head of him, tasting those salty-sweet drops that seeped from him, she felt his cock swelling, stiffening, and the moan she wrung from him was pure magic. Without a doubt, he was the most deeply sensual man she’d ever known. He laced his fingers on her scalp, trying not to pull her hair, but steadying her as he massaged her scalp and the flare of arousal as he guided her into serving him resurrected her own arousal.

His cum was dribbling out of her; she could taste latent drops of it spilling from him onto her tongue. She really was Daddy’s sex toy, and yet she wasn’t offended or repulsed. She didn’t even like oral sex, either giving or receiving, and yet with Thom, the inherent submissiveness of his fucking her mouth was deeply arousing. She ached, pulsed, burned, the heated hurt of her bottom migrating into her needy clit until all she wanted was for him to come just so she could taste a full load of him all at once.

“Good girl,” he moaned. “Take all of Daddy in your mouth. Get Daddy’s cock good and wet so he can use that and the slick from your pussy to take your bottom hole.”

His hips began to piston and she relaxed her jaw, striving to take as much of him in as she could. The tip of him kept tripping her gag reflex. She could feel him nudging at her tonsils on every inward stroke. Her eyes teared up in reflex, but the more she forced herself to relax, the easier it got. And he kept on swelling, growing so thick that her mouth almost couldn’t take him. Any minute now, she expected his slow, deep rhythm to quicken, for him to really start pumping, letting go while he fucked her mouth with unbridled virility. She more than expected it, she ached for it. She was ready, eager even to see how much she could take, but he never did. Completely erect once more, he withdrew from her instead.

Helping her to her feet, he turned her to face the bed. “Kneel on the mattress, kitten. Stretch your arms out and put your head down. Present your pretty little bottom hole to me for punishment. It’s time you got a bit of humbling.”

She moved toward the bed, her heart racing, heat pooling low in her belly. She climbed up into position, very well aware of exactly what he would be seeing—her well-fucked pussy, wet and glistening, her back entrance willingly exposed to him, the bullseye his cock now aimed for.

“It’s all right, baby girl,” he encouraged when she hesitated. “Daddy will take care of you. Get in position.”

His words and tone were gentle, but there was no doubt that he meant to be obeyed.

Bending, she lay her head on the bed and stretched her hands above her head, helpless to do anything except grab hold of the blanket when the heat of his hand found her hip.

Stroking her bottom, he caressed all the places he’d punished. Up onto her back his touch wandered, following her spine to the small of her back where he began to press, applying gentle pressure until she lowered her torso and pushed back her hips.

She relaxed, letting him adjust her until she was exactly as he wanted her. She caught a shaky breath when he fingered her dark rosebud. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he moistened her, using lubricant from the nightstand to make her anus every bit as slick as her pussy was. Her eyes closed when he entered her—first one finger, then two. It had been a long time since anyone had been in her this way. Two fingers were smaller than his cock, but she still felt the pinch of discomfort as she was gently forced open. She buried her face into the blankets, but as he pumped them slowly in and out, letting her bottom grow accustomed to the invasion, gradually arousal returned to overwhelm everything else.

“Breathe, kitten,” he said, withdrawing his fingers to smear the remainder of the lubricant all over his own cock. “You know you deserve this and that you will enjoy it, don’t you?”

Nodding, Avery clutched tighter to the blankets. “Yes, Daddy.”

And still she bit back a whimper when she felt the head of him pressed to her.

“Push, open up for me.”

She couldn’t. All she could do was try her best to relax as he entered her, pushing through the tightness, her discomfort growing to more than just a pinch as her private passage expanded enough to accommodate both his length and his girth. She breathed through the worst of it.

“Good girl,” he moaned, the purest expression of pleasure as he seated himself— God! —fully inside her.

Her bottom pulsed, clamping down all around him in a twitch so strong that she could feel it all the way from her pussy to her womb. He held himself still, letting her adjust, until the intensity of the discomfort became nothing more than just a pinch once more, and she released the breath she’d been holding.

“Good girl.” He stroked her back and massaged her hips, before reaching under her with one hand. Avery gasped when he touched her clit, her pussy and ass both clamping down tight all over again. He rubbed her and her back arched. Never had anything felt more wrong and yet so right all at the same time.

He pumped, a slow, gentle thrust that awakened every nerve ending she had and instantly brought them humming back to pleasure-filled life.

“Who do your orgasms belong to?” he whispered seductively as he began to fuck.

“Daddy,” she sighed, giving herself over to him completely. “Please, yes, Daddy.”

The thrusts of his hips bumped and ground against her sore bottom as he rocked in and out of her, plunging in deep, dragging himself until he was almost all the way out of her again, and reducing her to nothing more than a mass of wanton gasps and writhing.

“What is Daddy doing?” he asked, pleasure deepening his tone to a growl.

“Fucking my ass,” she gasped, throwing back her head with a cry as he slapped the side of her hip. “T-taking m-my naughty bottom hole,” she quickly amended while he chuckled, low and dark. His thrusts quickened.

God, it was all she could feel. In and out. Big as hell, and pounding into her until it was all she could do not to push back against him, desperate to race him into the intensity of the pleasure now building hot inside her.

He caught her clit, pinching sharply and that pleasure erupted inside her.

“Oh, my God!” She shook, shoving back hard until he was pounding into her every bit as hard as he’d punished her pussy. If this was punishment, she had no hope of ever being Daddy’s good little girl. She liked it. She liked the burn, the hurt, the steady spanking assault of his hips now pounding into the pillow of her ass, his strength and weight now gradually forcing her down to her belly on the bed.

Her inner walls grasped him, fluttering on the waves of her climax, and he rammed into her in return. The force of his thrusts peaked several rough seconds later when he came too, shouting out her name as he slammed home, hips grinding into her punished buttocks until he’d exhausted every last twitch of his orgasm.

Stroking her back, he rested long enough to get his ragged breathing under control, and then shoved back off both her and the bed. Too exhausted to move, she watched him walk into the attached bath. She heard the water in the sink running. He reemerged moments later, already buttoning himself back into his jeans. A washcloth in his hand, he gently cleaned her up, then leaned down and kissed the small of her back as he ran his hand lovingly over her well-spanked and now well-fucked bottom.

“Relax now, baby. I need to do the incident and follow-up report, but I want you to close your eyes and get some sleep.”

“Thom?” she called softly, lifting her head when he started to walk away. “Can I come sit with you? I’ll try to sleep, but…”

“You just want me close?” he asked with a smile.

She nodded.

“No, I’d rather you actually nap. But I’ll get the laptop and come sit next to you on the bed.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Daddy.”

He walked back to the bed and kissed her gently. “You’re welcome, baby.”