Dancing in the house with our passionate lust, we couldn't wait to get behind closed doors to be alone. I hear the door shut the lock click and immediately we undress ourselves. I'm nude from the waist up and he is already fully nude when he grabs me into his warm embrace kissing me hungrily. My fingers roam through his hair as we kiss deeply with my breasts rubbing against his smooth chest.
He scoops me up carrying me into the living room to sit on the couch. I am on his lap facing him still wearing my little skirt with my g-string underneath. I feel his fingers roam my upper thighs and massage my ass. My nipples are as hard as his cock. I'm aware of the friction of his chest rubbing against my tits and the coolness of his bare legs against my skin.
We continue kissing passionately as he caresses my tits gently at first then squeezes them hard until he hears me moan. I begin rocking my hips rubbing my crotch a long his hard cock. Oh, he's such a good kisser. I throw my head back as he trails tiny kisses down along my neck to my chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. I arch my back making it easier for him as he supports my weight with his arms wrapped tightly around me.
He moves forward and we both fall to the floor with him on top. We never break contact from one another when we fall and begin to grind on each other as we roll over. I glance up and notice the stereo's remote and turn it on. I hear him mumble something about the song being his favorite as he flips me around and positions my crotch towards his face.
I hear him compliment me from under my skirt and I can't help but blush. He takes his pinkie finger to slide my g-string to the side and strokes his wet warm tongue against my pubic lips. He licks me repeatedly and another moan escapes past my lips. I sway my hips in time with his tongue. Oh, it feels so good and he has such a talented tongue!
I glance down and see his throbbing cock. I bend my head down to lick and swirl on the tip before trailing my tongue down his shaft to suckling on each of his balls. I hear him groan as he continues to give me pleasure. I wrap my lips around his cock and bob my head up and down to the same rhythm as he uses his tongue on me. The sensation of sucking him giving him gratification and me enjoying it is pure ecstasy. A few times I had a hard time concentrating on what I was doing. His tongue felt amazing. My hips began lifting but he held me in place hugging my thighs tightly.
I can taste his pre-cum from his tip as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I continue to massage his balls as I lick him using my gifted tongue. I can hear his muffled groans as he continues giving me pleasure. I get lost in the whole moment until I hear the stereo switch off and in its place I hear applause.
I tense feeling my stomach tie in knots because not only can I hear applause but I feel a glare burn through me. I pull my mouth off the cock and fearfully glance towards the clapping sound. Daddy is standing there scowl at me and he's furious. All the color drains out of my face from the cold stare he gives me. It feels like he slugged me in the stomach, knocking the wind out me. My stomach is queasy, the room is spinning and I want to throw up.
As I gawk at Daddy, I realize I'm still holding the guy's cock in my hand and it erupts all over my hand. Just my luck and if I thought Daddy looked angry before it was nothing compared to the look he gave me now. I immediately wipe his cum off my hand on to my skirt never taking my eyes off Daddy. His eyes blazed in rage but he kept his cool composure.
As I keep my eyes on Daddy, I slide slowly off the guy's face. I take note at the way Daddy raises his eyebrows, clenches his jaw, and his hands form into fists for a brief moment. This doesn't look good for me at all. There is no way for me to escape Daddy's wrath now. The guy pokes his head up and sees Daddy glaring at him. He jumps up and raises his hands as if he's surrendering. He scrambles around looking for his clothes. Daddy smirks looking amused for moment at the reaction he provokes.
The guy dashes out the door and Daddy follows him to close and lock the door behind him. I am still sitting on the floor, topless and now wearing a cum stained skirt afraid if I try to stand that my legs will buckle underneath me. I feel paralyzed. Daddy turns around faces me and stares at me intently. He stalks over to the living room taking off his business shirt and stands before me.
Daddy towers over me and I hear that familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone. I look down at the carpet. I know what is going to happen and I also know I deserve whatever punishment Daddy is going to give me. I hear the leather slide through his pant loops and I sneak a peek up at him. He doubles the belt and makes a snapping sound with it. I jump at the sound with my heart racing and scoot back away from him.
"Stand up." Daddy whispers deadly. Instead of standing up I scoot back again.
"I said stand up! Don't make me say it again, princess!" threatens Daddy. I slowly rose to a stance trembling. Daddy takes a step forward and I take a step back. I hear Daddy sigh exasperated.
"Princess, don't make this any harder than it already is. Now I want you to stand behind the couch and bend over. Do it quickly!" Daddy commands. I drag myself behind the couch and bend over. My face falls in the cushions. My feet can barely touch the ground except for the tip of my toes. All I can think about as I lean over the couch is; "Why did I let my sweet Daddy down? How did I let it get this far?"
It all started a couple of days ago when we got into an argument over the phone. Daddy had promised me that we were going to go on a retreat for a week. Of course, something came up at his office and he had to go fix it. So, instead of going on the retreat to spend much needed time alone with my sweet Daddy he went on another business trip. This isn't the first time he has had to cancel. I really needed this retreat to spend time with my Daddy. Anyhow, our conversation escalated and I hung up on him but not before I told him to "Fuck off!"
I have never ever talked to Daddy like that before. He tried calling me back immediately but I let it go to voice mail. He then tried to text me and I wouldn't answer any of them. I felt like I wasn't important to Daddy. That he didn't have time for me so why should I make time for him? Plus, I also knew he would be angry because of the way I spoke to him.
I needed to blow off some steam so I went out with my girlfriends. We had dinner at a nice restaurant than went to a popular club. The club is where I met that cute guy. I had no idea we would hit off so well or things would go as far as they did. It started with an innocent kiss and before I knew it we were in my living room.
I didn't plan on Daddy coming home until the end of the week. Of course, I didn't plan on having that encounter in my living room either. He must have guessed his little girl would have gotten herself into trouble and came home early. Now I'm in a lot more trouble than cursing with him on the phone. Daddy lifts my skirt folding it over to rub my bare behind.
"I think you know why you're being punished but just in case you don't it's for being a: VERY. DISRESPECTFUL. NAUGHTY. LITTLE. SLUT!! He angrily announces as he spanks my ass hard with his hand emphasizing each word.
"Daddy pleeeaaasseee, I'm soorr...." I start to say but he interrupts.
"I know you are princess and trust me you will be!" Daddy states calmly.
"Daaaddy!" I begin again but I'm interrupted again.
"I will not allow MY princess to act like a disrespectful little slut. Now stay still!" he commands. I know I deserve Daddy's wrath but I was terrified too. How bad was this going to hurt?
I soon found out after I heard the first swoosh of his belt. His belt lands with a loud crack on my ass. I yelp as Daddy swings his belt again. He's relentless with each strike harder than the other. I scream into the couch cushions. I have tears streaming down wetting my face. He has never swung his belt with such quickness or harshness before. Then again I have never disobeyed or disrespected Daddy as badly before either.
Why did I disrespect him by telling him to fuck off and then hanging up on him? Why didn't I answer any of his attempts when he tried to contact me? And the biggest question, why did I have to mess around with that guy? I really disobeyed my sweet daddy when I made that guy cum but what was even worse is I allowed him to eat my pussy; correction Daddy's pussy.
I deserve to feel every ounce of my Daddy's fury. I wish I hadn't let him down like I have. I can still see the rage and the disappointment in his eyes. I am so ashamed of my behavior. I never wanted to hurt my sweet Daddy like I have or disappointed him but I was feeling neglected and unloved. How very wrong I was to act out like this but I thought it could have been my little secret. It could have been my way of getting back at Daddy for breaking his promise to me. What was I thinking? I also knew that eventually I would have felt guilty and told Daddy the truth. I can't keep anything from him no matter how difficult the truth may be.
He ceased his spanking for a moment and rubs my sore behind feeling the heat off my inflamed ass. I put my feet flat on the ground to give myself a break from balancing but stay bent over the top of the couch. I turn my head towards Daddy and he frowns down at me. He gently moves my hair out of my eyes and wipes tears from my face. I stare back at Daddy through my tears and he looks back at me somberly. His forehead was moist with sweat from spanking me with such fierceness.
He continues rubbing my behind using soft strokes. I embrace Daddy's touch on my flesh even though my skin stings. That familiar tingling feeling has awakened between my legs and I knew that only Daddy's cock can satisfy it. I peek at Daddy and see in his eyes that he isn't quite ready to forgive me yet or to give me any kind of satisfaction.
There is still a hint of anger in his dark beautiful eyes. I am already on thin ice. I didn't want to push the issue but that is why I am so surprised by what I did. I straightened myself up in a standing position, look Daddy in the eyes giving him one of my devious smiles. He looks back at me puzzled. I smirk at him again and before he can say anything I run into the other room.
Daddy just stands there by the couch dumbfounded. I can tell by his reaction that he cannot believe what I did. I can't believe what I did either. Daddy finally recovers from the shock and smiles at me dangerously. However, he does have a hint of amusement in his eyes. He slowly walks around the couch and over to the dining room to where I was.
"Oh, aren't we just full of surprises tonight." He states amused. I can't help but grin seeing the amusement in his eyes but I also know it's very foolish on my part as well.
"So princess, what do you think you can accomplish with this little stunt?" he whispers.
"I..um...I...I don't know. I just um wanted to talk to you for a minute." I stammer.
"About what princess? If you think you can talk your way out of your punishment you're sadly mistaken. You were very naughty girl and you need to respect my rules." Daddy states sternly as we are circling one another around the dining room table. He leaped and was almost able to grab me but he missed. I ran through the kitchen to the breakfast table. He slowly enters in the kitchen giving me a wicked grin. I ran behind the breakfast table.
