"Elise," Chapter 23 (MF old/teen18, bond, foreplay)
Sandy
Elise's call on Sunday night was certainly good news. Elaine seemed to accept our friendship as it was, and she seemed to be supportive toward Elise. I was happy to hear it, and not just for selfish reasons. I realized that Elise had deserved, for a long time, more from her mother than she was getting. It was gratifying to hear that Elaine was making a nice attempt to engage more with her daughter. That could only be good for everyone.
Zirconia had a couple of home volleyball matches in the coming week, but I thought it best that I avoid them. Elise didn't like that at all, but I pointed out that her mother was absolutely right, that the last thing we wanted was to have people talking about us any more than they already were. And as I would have if I had been her parent, I preferred that she concentrate on her school activities with a minimum of outside distractions during the week.
Anyway, the short time she'd have with me on any school night, particularly with volleyball after school all week, just wouldn't work. I liked to take my time with my sub, knowing that not only would we not enjoy it as much if we were rushed, but more importantly that rushing increased the possibility of errors or accidents, and I was going to be extremely careful that those couldn't happen.
We finally agreed that she would come to see me on Saturday, and until then we'd just text or phone. In addition to the lower-key nature of that plan, there was another reason, one I didn't want to share with Elise just yet. I needed her for an extended time, because I owed her punishment for her threat to her mother, completely without my knowledge or authorization, that she'd come live with me if it came to that. She had no right to make such a representation, and she was going to feel my disappointment for having done something as presumptuous as that. I also intended to introduce her to a type of punishment new to her, one that would no doubt make for an interesting time.
There was also the fact that I thought it was time that, with Elise's consent, she officially lost her virginity, and I was frankly excited to be the one to help her with that. Our two sexual trysts so far had been some of the most exciting that I could remember, and we hadn't even gotten as far as intercourse. Elise was an overwhelmingly lovely young lady in every way, intelligent, perceptive, and independent, and I was definitely attracted to her. She seemed to be attracted to me as well. She was everything I could wish for in a young lover -- beautiful untouched athletic body, sexiness from head to toe, and especially an enthusiastic attitude toward everything I presented to her. I expected that it would be one of the great highlights of my sexual life to be her first, and more than anything else in the world I wanted to make it a wonderfully positive experience for my babygirl. I wanted to show her from the outset what good sex was and what it could be, in hopes that for the rest of her life, knowing what that looked and felt like, she'd never settle for second best.
Meanwhile, I would prepare for the coming weekend. I'd already decided that for our next session I would introduce her to my special playroom, the inside of which only I and one other person had previously ever seen. If there was indeed a deflowering on Saturday, I wanted it to be there.
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Elise rang my doorbell at 9am sharp, as agreed, on Saturday morning. One of the many ways I thought she was special was in her punctuality. I had a lot of anecdotal evidence to indicate that many in her generation were, shall we say, less than concerned about being on time. To me, it was simply a matter of being considerate of others' time.
Anyway, I opened the door to an unbelievable vision. I have always been an early riser, and my expectations of this day's activities certainly had me fully awake, but the sight in front of me at that moment kicked it up in me even a couple more notches.
She stood before me, clad in a tight white tank top, obviously braless, and one of the shortest miniskirts I had ever seen, also white. The outfit was completed by a white pair of athletic shoes, no socks. I was betting she was dressed as minimally as she could and still be decent -- meaning no panties, either. I was going to find that out soon enough.
To Elise at that moment, I must have looked like some type of star-struck boy her age, perhaps even younger. And that little nymph knew full well what she was doing to me. I could tell that just by the knowing little smile on her cute face.
Gathering myself as best I could, I gave a low whistle, then ushered her in. I closed the door and turned to her, saying, "I don't have the words to describe how sexy and pretty you look, babygirl. Is that outfit just for me?"
Still beaming, Elise nodded slowly. "Of course, Daddy. This is my celebration outfit. After all, I'm celebrating being back together with you. I know it's only been a week, but it's seemed more like a year to me. Just wanted to show you how thrilled I am to be back in your 'House of BDSM,' and how excited I am to find out what my naughty Daddy has planned for his little girl today." And in her sexiest voice, she added, "I'm all yours for as long as you want me today, Daddy."
I had been planning to go right to her punishment, but I just couldn't resist a bit of a show of my appreciation for both her provocative outfit and her seductive words. So, right there in my front living room, looking right into her lovely eyes, I slowly closed the distance between us and, taking her slender body in my arms, I gently kissed her. We held the kiss very tenderly for a time. Then I pulled back a few inches and, giving her my most intensely affectionate look, whispered, "It's so good to have you back here, babygirl. Even more than usual, you're a wonderful sight for this old man."
Staring back at me, she whispered back, "You're not an old man, Daddy. At least you certainly don't kiss like one." Then it was her turn to move toward me, and we had ourselves another one of our lovely deep kisses.
We finally moved apart, both of us breathing heavily. Believe me, I was seriously considering dispensing with her punishment and just taking my darling Elise to bed with me, getting on with her deflowerment, having my wanton way with her all day. But I was anxious to show her yet another way to be punished -- and anyway, her impertinent assumption that she could crash at my house whenever needed could not go unpunished.
I took her hand and led her into the dining area, motioning her to sit. I got bottled waters for both of us and sat across from her.
"So babygirl, how do we start our time together when you've been a bad girl?"
"I get punished," she answered, but confusion showed in her young face. "But I don't understand, Daddy. Are you saying I've been a bad girl and need to be punished?"
"Yes, Elise, babygirl. You really don't remember what you did?" Still baffled, she shook her head.
"Your mother told me what you threatened to do if she tried to keep you from seeing me. Do you remember what that was?"