Emily lay on her bed, watching the clock intently. She still had half an hour before she needed to leave for the stables, and all at once she felt that the time was going much too quickly and that it would never arrive. Excitement tingled through her body, but it was accompanied by a pounding in her head and a lurch in her stomach. Her superficial body ached to see Mr Gregson again, but deep inside she wasn't so sure.
Emily ran her mind through the previous week's events. She remembered how Mr Gregson had kissed her embarrassingly small breasts so tenderly; how he had run his hands down her body so intimately; how his cock had taken her virginity so lovingly. Her pussy tingled lightly at her memories, and as her thoughts turned to the way he had called her his little girl and asked her to call him Daddy, her pussy started to drip with desire.
She was wearing the shirt Mr Gregson had given her last week, and as she thought of him she let her hands trail over the fabric, feeling her nipples harden beneath it. It wasn't long before her hand explored lower territory, gently stroking the inside of her bare thigh before tentatively making its way to her slick, wet pussy. She stroked a finger up and down her wet slit, and then finally brought it up to her swollen clit, circling it gently. Emily repeated the motion only a few times before she felt her body tighten on the brink of an orgasm. Just as she was about to come, she removed her hand and clenched it into a fist at the side of her body to keep it from returning to her aching pussy.
She had done the same thing countless times during the past week. Her thoughts of Mr Gregson drove her wild, but whenever she was about to come she remembered the way he had said, "Come for me baby girl, come for your daddy" and she was suddenly consumed with the conviction that she shouldn't be touching herself without his permission.
As Emily looked at the clock again she realized it was finally time to get going. She made a quick trip to the bathroom and tried to dry the area between her legs, which proved to be an impossible feat because her pussy just wouldn't stop dripping. She returned to her room to slip on the jeans Mr Gregson had told her to wear.
As Emily started to walk down the road towards the stables, she noticed that her jeans were rubbing against her still swollen clit. She tried to walk slowly to ease the pressure, afraid that she might orgasm before she arrived. By the time she got there, she was ten minutes late. She walked through the gate and made her way over to the horses, but Mr Gregson was nowhere to be seen. She considered mounting Gigi and starting on her ride anyway, but she didn't even want to think about the effect that would have on her throbbing pussy. Finally Emily looked over at the house and tentatively made her way towards it, hoping Mr Gregson wouldn't consider it an invasion of privacy.
She made it all the way to the door with her hand poised to knock when her nerves suddenly overwhelmed her. What if he was mad at her for coming to the house? Had last week really happened anyway? And if it had, did she really want to do it again? Her hand was still hovering at the door when it suddenly swung open. Mr Gregson looked down at her with those familiar, friendly hazel eyes which made Emily almost certain she had imagined the previous week; it was impossible to imagine quiet, gentle Mr Gregson taking her as confidently as she remembered.
He didn't smile, though Emily thought she saw a tiny smirk as he looked at her raised fist. He simply stood to the side which Emily assumed was an invitation to come in. She stepped into the house just far enough to let him close the door and waited awkwardly. Mr Gregson stood in front of her again, looking her up and down with no apparent expression on his face. He gave a small nod of approval as he took in her clothes. "I see you dressed how I asked." His voice was flat, almost mumbling. He was the same, shy Mr Gregson who had barely spoken two words to Emily before last week.
He took a step towards her and Emily's mouth dropped open as his hands reached down to unto her jeans. He slipped them down to her ankles and looked down quickly to take in her lack of panties before giving her a tight smile. "Exactly how I asked." He walked towards the couch and without looking back at her said, "You may step out of them." Emily shook her jeans off and self-consciously clasped her hands in front of her pussy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to do. Mr Gregson settled into the couch and turned on the TV. "You were late." He didn't move his eyes from the screen.
"I-I'm sorry. It took me longer than usual to get here."
"Why?"
Emily blushed at the thought of her jeans rubbing against her swollen clit. "I guess I was walking a bit slowly."
Mr Gregson finally turned to look at her, but his face was suddenly very stern. He spoke more firmly this time; the shy, bumbling man disappearing. "Why? And don't cover yourself like that. When I undress you it means I want to see you."
Emily slowly let her hands drop to her sides. "I don't know why." Her face was bright red. Mr Gregson stood and started walking back towards her. As he got closer Emily was afraid he would slap her, but he stopped in front of her and looked down at her the way a father would look down at his rebellious daughter. "Tell me why."
Emily felt tears well in her eyes. She had hoped that Mr Gregson would take her in his arms and call her his little girl before fucking her again, taking her back to the amazing level of ecstasy he had before. She didn't understand what was going on, and deep down she was terrified that he wasn't attracted to her anymore. She just wanted him to stop being so stern with her, so as much as it humiliated her she decided to tell him the truth. "I was horny, and my jeans were rubbing against me so I was afraid I would come." She looked down at the ground as she spoke, afraid to watch his expression.
"Why didn't you want to come?"
"Because I didn't have your permission." Mr Gregson was silent for a full minute, so Emily finally looked up at him. To her relief, he was smiling at her.
"That's a very good girl Emily, I hadn't even told you that rule yet. So tell me my baby, what had you so horny?"
"I had been thinking about you...Daddy." Emily hesitated a moment before using the name, but she hoped it would make him even more happy with her. She was rewarded with a large grin and a strong hand gently stroking her hair.
"You really are a good little girl." Then his face turned serious, though not stern this time. "But you were late, and Daddy doesn't like it when you're late."
"I really am sorry Daddy."
"I know you are baby, but I can't just let it go like that. My girl needs some discipline to make sure she becomes the best girl she can possibly be."
Emily's eyes grew wide as she looked at him. He was looking at her so tenderly; it was hard for Emily to believe his words. "Discipline?"
"Yes my Emily. What do you think we could do to teach you not to be late?"
"I don't know Daddy."
"Think Emily, you're a smart girl."
