Meeting Daddy

Lianna was sitting on the plane, finally on her way to meet Daddy. She was already so nervous, and so turned on. Daddy had already been very clear with her about the rules. She would have to earn his cock, like a good girl. She would always call him Daddy when she answered him. Not daddy. Daddy.

She texted him back. "Yes Daddy, I promise to follow the rules and be good for you."

Her phone pinged. Another message from Daddy.

"I want you to feel nervous and turned on. You're going to go to the bathroom on the plane and say that into your phone and send the voice message to Daddy. I want you to notice the fear and arousal as you do it. How wet it makes you."

Lianna took a deep breath as she felt her pussy melt and heart pick up a beat. She had never felt more like her or exactly unlike her. Almost without her knowing it, her body stood up and made its way to the back of the plane.

She slipped inside the bathroom, avoiding the glance of the flight attendant to the side of the door. No one would have any idea what she was doing, but still she felt like "Daddy's Slut" was written on her face.

She took another deep breath as she stood in the bathroom, steadying herself from the movements of the plane and pressing the record button.

"Yes Daddy, I promise to follow the rules and be good for you."

She felt each word as a vibration through her body and she couldn't tell whether it was the movement of the plane or her nerves or her arousal but she felt it all.

Shakily, she flushed the toilet for cover, washed her hands, and walked back to her seat. Waited for Daddy's response.

Thankfully, he didn't make her wait. "Good girl. You've been very good today. Now you can relax and enjoy the flight. When you come to meet me tomorrow, remember, Daddy wants you to wear leggings for him like he likes. Don't disappoint Daddy."

"Yes Daddy," she texted. "I'll be a good girl and wear the leggings you like."

The next day she stood at his door, leggings on, nerves firing.

The moment of truth: would this whole thing seem crazy when they met? Maybe the pheromones would be off or he'd be different from their video calls or he wouldn't be into her or...

"Hi." Daddy stood at the door and her nerves began to calm immediately. He ended the torment by leaning down and kissing her. Their first physical contact. She didn't hate his smell. Far from it actually. One disaster averted.

They walked into his house and after dropping her shoes and coat and taking a brief tour, arrived in his bedroom. He asked her how she was feeling and she told him: "Nervous.. and also excited." It felt so good to admit that.

"That's cute." he told her. "Nervous and a little turned on. I love that."

He sat on the bed with her and pulled her legs over his. "Now remember Daddy asked you to think about your boundaries, what you want, what's off limits."

She felt her inner Teacher's Pet come alive at the reminder of her homework. "Yes Daddy, I have been thinking about it for you. Off limits for me is anything water sports or scat play. Yellow is choking. Sometimes I like it, but I've had bad experiences too. And I like having my ass played with but I'm still a little scared of anal sex so I would want to build up to that."

"Very good," Daddy said, smiling at the seriousness and completeness of her answer. "I can see you really did your homework. We'll start slow tonight with your training so we can check in."

"Now, stand up and bend over, hands on the bed." Immediately his tone shifted. She jumped up and leaned over feeling her nerves build up. She felt Daddy come up and stand behind her, felt his hand on her neck as he leaned over.

"Part of being a good girl is following Daddy's rules. And what rule did Daddy tell you was very important?"

"Daddy told me that I needed to call him Daddy whenever I spoke to him," she said.

'Yes he did. And when you came in, you spoke to Daddy without saying that. So now Daddy needs to punish you so you can learn to be a good girl for him."

"Yes Daddy," Liana said, feeling herself slipping into a state of relaxed desperation.

"Each time Daddy spanks you, you will say "I'm sorry Daddy." Make sure you don't miss any or Daddy will have to punish you more."

"Yes Daddy!" Liana said, the anticipation building.

Daddy moved to the side, taking in the sight of her full ass, the skin tight leggings almost sheer when bent over like this. He began spanking her, slowly at first, but picking up the pace quickly.

She would learn soon some rules were meant to be impossible to meet.

Thwack!

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

Thwack!

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

Thwack!

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

Thwack!

Thwack!

She lost track of Daddy's hands, all of her energy invested in repeating over and over "I'm sorry Daddy!" as fast as she could.

Every once in a while he would break from the spanking and pull her leggings up even tighter, so she could feel the fabric getting wet from her already sopping pussy. His fingers would trace against the wet seam, teasing her, and his mouth would follow, biting into the flesh of her ass until she felt a flash of pain, and then easing, his hands smoothing after it only to rise up again and continue the spanking.

Her feet flailed on the floor, socks slipping on the hardwood as she struggled to maintain the position he had told her to stay in, some part of her urgently needing to be a good girl for him, no matter how impossible the rules seemed.

He took the flailing in, appreciating the effort and the jiggle in her ass as she tried to stay in place.

Thwack!

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

Thwack!

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

She had lost all track of time, lost track of anything other than trying to please him when she felt him come back around her, his hand sneaking up between her legs, feeling the wetness pooled there.

"You've been a very good girl, taking your punishment for Daddy," he told her as he stripped her leggings off slowly, savoring the flesh pouring out of them, already peppered with his bite marks.

"Now get on the bed and wait for Daddy" he said, as he began stripping off his own clothing.

"Yes Daddy," she said.

As Daddy got onto the bed he pulled her to kneeling and guided her mouth to his cock, already hard from watching her try so hard to be good during his punishment. He held her head lightly onto him as he instructed her.

"Good girls need to please Daddy. When Daddy's cock is in your mouth, you will feel relaxed, and happy to be there. Daddy will put his cock in your mouth a lot. Over time, you will learn to take Daddy's cock deeper and deeper and you will make Daddy very happy."

She moved her mouth over the head of Daddy's cock, swirling her tongue around the tip, and down the underside as she sank her mouth over it. She didn't know what had come over her, but all she wanted was to make Daddy happy.

Daddy guided her hand to his balls, instructing her to always have her mouth or her hand on his cock and his balls, and as she got into a rhythm of sucking him, going down until she began gagging, then up, then down, a little further each time as she settled into her responsibility.

Daddy's hand wandered back to her beautiful ass, his fingers slipping down past the little puckered star, finally dipping into her wetness. She moaned onto his cock as his fingers played with her, dancing around her clit, one going into her soaking wet opening.

He removed his fingers before she could get too distracted and told her. "Daddy wants to see your face looking at him while you suck his cock. And he wants to hear you saying "I love sucking your cock Daddy' as you please him."

She turned her face immediately to look at him as she responded, "Yes Daddy," as best she could with a mouth full of his cock. "I love sucking your cock Daddy!" "I love sucking your cock Daddy!"

The words came out like garbled jumbo and her mouth drooled around his cock as she struggled to talk while sucking him deep. The mixture of contradictory efforts should have been comical but he seemed pleased so she kept going, earnest in her quest to make him happy. "I love sucking your cock Daddy!" "I love sucking your cock Daddy!"

"Good girl," he said. "Daddy loves hearing you struggle to please him while you suck his cock. Soon Daddy will cum and you will drink all his cum like a good girl, OK?"

"Yes Daddy!" she squealed in her garbled cock-stuffed way. "I will drink all of your cum Daddy. I love sucking your cock Daddy! Please give me your cum Daddy! I want to earn your cum Daddy!"

He seemed pleased by her enthusiastic struggle, his face beginning to contort as he held her face to his cock and she kept her eyes on him, her hand cradling his balls as her teary eyes and drool covered face continued to attest to her desire to please. "I love sucking your cock Daddy! I love sucking your cock Daddy! I love sucking your cock Daddy!"

As she spoke she felt Daddy's cock tighten inside her, pressing even deeper as she struggled to keep talking, not choke and breathe simultaneously. In a few seconds, she felt the hot spurt of liquid coat her, going down her throat as she swallowed, determined not to let any get away.

Daddy's hand slowly let up from her head, his body relaxed as he pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her into his chest, facing him, his head kissing her forehead as he ran his hand over her back, down to her ass, dipping his fingers into her pussy once again.

"You've been such a good girl for Daddy, tonight, fully submitting yourself and learning what it is to be owned by Daddy."

"Thank you Daddy," she responded as she tucked her body fully into his, wanting to somehow crawl inside him and also feeling her own arousal grow from his touch.

He tapped her head as he continued to cuddle and play with her, and into her ear told her, "I love your ass but this...this is what I really want to fuck."

She felt her pussy throb at those words, her mind unable to think of anything other than doing what he wanted. She had never felt so relaxed during sex, but it was the kind of relaxation that was anything other than sleepy. She was a live wire, she was a lost cause, she was...his.

He pushed her stomach and face down onto the bed, propping a pillow up under her face for comfort, and came up behind her, kissing her ass and then biting, the sensation telling her she would almost certainly see bruises in the morning. The idea of being marked was hot and a little bit scary. Like being claimed. But then again, she couldn't deny the truth of that.

His mouth dipped down to her pussy as his hands spread her cheeks apart, enjoying the feeling of her bruised flesh filling them. The mixture of sensations was almost overwhelming...the tenderness, the arousal, the softness, the grip that held her steady. Her moans filled the room and increased as his fingers moved to graze her clit and asshole. Teasing.

As her arousal grew, he would abandon her pussy and graze his mouth over her ass, leaving more bites, reminding her of the punishment she would learn to take.

Damn, he couldn't get enough of her ass. So juicy, marked by him, owned by him. He was going to enjoy training it to take his cock, but for now, she needed a reward.

He flicked his tongue around her asshole, dancing it over the edge as two of his fingers dipped into her wetness, curling towards the front of her body until they felt the raised texture of her g spot, and pressing on it repeatedly as another finger settled near her clit.

She would have to earn his cock in her pussy, but she would still get rewarded tonight.

Her moans escalated as the sensation grew, almost overstimulating her, but just when she thought the pleasure was too intense to focus he would let up with his tongue, allowing the familiar pressure against her g spot and clit to build energy. After a night of play and teasing, she was primed.

She felt the wave growing and heard his voice behind her, encouraging her, "Yes, be a good girl and enjoy Daddy's reward."

Her voice broke as the wave hit her, the tremors pulsing through her pussy as she struggled to both get more and get away, her pussy contracting around his fingers as he kept pressing on her gspot, the tickle of his mouth on her ass a reprieve from the intensity of sensation around her clit, her body bucking back and forth between his fingers and his mouth.

As the tremors slowed, her body fell into relaxed submission, and she felt his mouth moving over her ass, leaving another bite on its journey.

He patted her ass while she laid there, in complete peace, no need to do anything but be. He picked up a bottle of lotion and poured some into his hands to rub on her. Some care after punishment and play was always needed.

His hands rubbed the lotion into her tender skin as she melted further into the blankets, and he admired the result, the round globes marked with already purpling marks, her inner thighs and asshole streaked with a glistening mixture of saliva and her own fluids.

"You look so hot with Daddy's marks on you. Like such a good girl," he told her.

She noticed on the table in front of her a polaroid camera and emboldened in her satiation, asked, "Do you want to take a picture of me like this Daddy?"

Daddy smiled as he got up and picked up the camera. Face still in the pillow, she heard the click behind her and smiled as Daddy tucked into bed beside her, hand going around her waist, grazing over a nipple as the other held the photo in front of her.

She looked well fucked, and this was only the beginning.

"I love being owned by you, Daddy," she told him as she drifted off to sleep.