*Author's note* This a completely fictional story about a DD/lg dynamic between two consenting adults. If you don't like a little degradation/humiliation, this is probably not the story for you. **
It was our very first time together at that kind of party. The kind of party those who claim respectability as a complete defense to unoriginality would turn their nose up at, instead choosing to piously adjourn to their bi-monthly Saturday evening missionary sex for all four (and a half!) pumps with comically bored partners.
Anyways, my digression into the average middle America suburban white sex life is admittedly a delay tactic. The story I'm about to tell makes my cheeks flush just as intensely as it soaks my panties.
So, as I was saying, we were at that kind of party. Everyone there liked what they liked, and no one took it upon themselves to judge the preferences and needs of others. I know, it already sounds like a fairytale. All jokes aside, fairytale isn't an entirely inaccurate description. After all, I get to be the princess of this story.
This story has a Princess, because that's what Daddy calls me. Either in a soft velvet sound when I'm a good girl, or in such a thunderous tone when I'm being disrespectful or disobedient that it sounds like a different word altogether.
This evening, Daddy was saying my name in the latter tone. For the record, I'm still learning how to let my guard down around anyone who isn't Daddy. In my role in society I have people who rely on my capacity to make the best decisions for them in personal matters that will impact every aspect of their lives. My credibility cannot be questionable. Intellectually, I know this. This knowledge does not stop my submissive heart from wanting nothing more than to submit to my Daddy anytime and anywhere he wants.
If that tangent was too incoherent, long story short, I sometimes become a bit of a mouthy brat to my Daddy when other people are around. Because it was our first time at that kind of party, I had no idea how far Daddy would go in front of other people. I definitely could have hedged my bets better.
I was wearing a schoolgirl outfit. If you couldn't tell, I am into that kind of thing. I wore a light blue button-down blouse that was tied sharply under my breasts, forcing them to display prominently, constricted together. The tiny blouse was matched with an even tinier blue plaid miniskirt that just barely covered my ass. Under that was a hot pink g string that did not even cover my pussy fully. Daddy had picked my outfit earlier that evening. He told me he was going to show off his toy and he warned me to behave. I might have listened better.
We were standing in a group, just chatting. Everyone had a red solo cup in hand, but mine just had water in it. I wanted a clear head; I hadn't yet relaxed. Plus, I needed the water. My outfit was so tiny and I could feel so many eyes on me. My heart was racing. I could feel a thin sheen of sweat line my brow even as I felt my tiny little soaked panties pulled tightly against my most sensitive skin. Suddenly, I heard his voice, and I snapped to attention.
"Princess" he said in the soft velvet, "Lift up your skirt and show the group those sexy panties"
I flashed a belligerent grin. "why don't you show them your sexy panties?"
One of the girls in the group, a fellow sub, gasped audibly. A couple sets of eyebrows rose. I expertly masked my flinch and instant regret under a devil may care smirk even as I watched the expression on Daddy's face turn from a sunny day at the park to a tsunami raging across an island.
"Princess." The soft velvet was long gone now. I gulped.
"Come here. Now." I couldn't keep up the façade anymore. I guess I'm losing my touch. My gaze dropped immediately and I felt my lower lip start to tremble. I bit it so it wouldn't show as I obeyed and closed the small gap of safety that had been separating us. His hand fisted in the back of my hair and his lips found my ear.
"You know better" he growled. It was getting harder and harder to keep my trembling lip in check.
"Yes Sir." I said simply. This is our communication. This is how he calls me on my behavior when I break our rules and how I acknowledge my mistake and affirm I understand why I am about to be punished.
Daddy grabbed the back of my neck and walked me over the couch where he sat and threw me over his lap. "If you are going to act like a naughty little girl in front of everyone, I am going to punish you like one in front of everyone."
I felt the blood rush to my face even as I prayed I wouldn't leave a telltale wet spot across his light colored pants as he flipped up my miniskirt, exposing my ass to anyone who cared to watch.
I thought I heard a couple of approving comments from other Doms in the room, but I wasn't given long to process that before Daddy's hand crashed across my bare ass hard, leaving an instant handprint and forcing me to release an involuntary wail. All I could think then was how much it hurt and how much I regretted sassing Daddy in front of people. It always amazed me that it took him approximately one good smack to get through my thick head.
The other side of my ass got the same attention. Daddy pinned my legs down so I was helpless to do anything but whimper and cry as he alternated hard smacks across my upturned ass. My cries fell on deaf ears as Daddy turned my ass practically the color of my g string. He was proving a point. He would not tolerate a disrespectful mouth in public. My body filled with submissive contrition, and I stopped trying to resist the spanking.
Then it was over. Before I knew it, I was upright in Daddy's lap, his strong arms wrapped around me, his fingers gently stroking away my tears. I hadn't even realized tears were still falling He was whispering in my ear,
"Did you learn your lesson Princess?"
I sniffled. "yes Daddy."
"Hey" he said, soft velvet restored. "You were so brave. You did such a good job taking your punishment. Daddy is proud of you."
I gave him a tremulous smile.
"But I am going to make sure you learn this lesson."
Uh oh. Translation? The punishment wasn't completely over.
His voice changed again, both in sound and volume.
"Strip, slut."
I hesitated. He lightly smacked my sore ass, as a reminder.
"Do you want to be fucked in the ass in front of all these people like a good girl or a bad girl?"
My response was automatic, "like a good girl Daddy."
That wasn't enough for Daddy. "Say it."
His message was clear. Hesitation would have consequences. "I want to be fucked in the ass in front of all these people like a good girl, Daddy."
"Good. Now strip."
I untied the shirt and pulled it from my shoulders. My hands trembled and I could feel the stain across my face start to match my hair and ass. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground around my ankles, stepping out of it carefully, before hooking my thumbs under the my g string at the hips and slowly pulling it down my thighs. I kept my eyes on Daddy the whole time. When I was naked, Daddy gently stroked my pussy as a reward.
"That's a good girl." I couldn't suppress the moan that leapt to my lips.
"Kneel slut."
I obediently kneeled in front of him, and moved my hair out of the way as he put my collar on me and attached my leash.
"Get on all fours."
I briefly considered resisting, my the stinging in my ass was a powerful motivator to do as I was told. I got on all fours and let Daddy walk me on my leash back to the group we had been talking to.
"Wow, you have a really good handle on that one." One of the men in the group commented. He was fairly nondescript. White, average height, no particularly distinguishing features. But his comments about my Daddy's control over me made my clit pulse.
"Do you folks want to feel her freshly spanked ass?"
"Hell yes!" I heard someone call out. My eyes were trained on the ground.
"Ass up face down slut."
I placed my cheek against the floor obediently, arching my back so my ass was presented for Daddy. I felt different sets of hands touch and caress the handprints burned into my ass. I heard a woman giggle.
