Bringing the book into it is getting too close to reality for my taste. I don’t want to feel like Mike’s spanking me for something that bugs him in real life-and while it doesn’t make sense that he’d suddenly be offended by my taste in novels, I’m not sure why else he’d bring the book into it.
Of course, my brain’s not working at one hundred percent right now because the blood that’s supposed to power it has rushed to my clit. I’m easily confused in this state.
We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike-Daddy, I mean-paddle my ass.
He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell I’m rubbing myself against him, not trying to escape.
“You’ve been bad, Cherise. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like the heroine in that appalling book.” It sounds so corny that I can’t help laughing, although I try to disguise it with a groan.
I want to remind him he groans over some of the writing in some of his thrillers and still gets sucked into the story-but I’m afraid if I do, I’ll blow the mood, blow being Cherise, miss out on my spanking.
He hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband of my panties. As Cherise, I should be struggling and protesting, but instead I raise my hips and wiggle to make it easier for him to yank them down. Sometimes it’s hard to make myself fight back when I want it this badly.
Then I spread my legs so he can see how wet I am.
I know Mike wants to touch, but he’s not Mike now, he’s Daddy, and Daddy just chuckles deep in his throat. “Poor little girl. That’s what happens when you read too much smut.”
He plants one hand on the back of my head to keep me in place.
The other one starts spanking.
Sometimes he starts off hard and fast, going for a sharp build to crescendo. This time, he opens soft and sensual, little teasing parts that make me want to purr, that bring the blood to my asscheeks gradually. I raise my butt, eager for more, and he gives me more, going faster and harder, building a rhythm.
Soon, my ass feels huge and hot and tender, but in a good way, like huge and hot and tender is its proper state, and I’ve been waiting for years, not knowing what I was missing, for someone to repair my sad spanked bottom.
My entire body tingles, alive and excited by the smacks on my ass, the firm, controlling hand on the back of my head. I can’t get away, I don’t want to get away, I want to lie forever over Mike’s lap as his hand smacks down on my ass and thighs.
No. Daddy’s lap. Mike doesn’t spank me.
Mike’s lap? Daddy’s lap?
Hell, I’m not sure who I am at the moment.
Cherise and Kaitlyn blur together into a creature of pure sensation who just wants to enjoy this wonderful spanking.
Every time his hand smacks down, I rise up to meet it. Every time he lifts his hand again, I grind my bare mound as best I can against his corduroy- covered thigh. It’s a slow build, each slap and each grind getting me closer to orgasm without pushing me over the edge.
Close. So close.
The room’s gone. My mind is gone. There’s nothing left in this world but my throbbing ass and my straining, swollen clit, and Daddy’s hand, Daddy’s body, the smell of Daddy surrounding me, Daddy’s voice telling me what a naughty, naughty girl I am.
But when the orgasm takes me, throws me even farther from normal reality, forces a scream from my throat, what I cry out isn’t “Daddy!” but “Mike!”
He pulls me up, helps me sit on his lap. Every ridge of the corduroy is an exquisite torture to my sore butt. I wrap my arms around his neck and cuddle close, feeling small and safe and very much loved.
As I start to come down from the heights, I realize I’d called him by the “wrong” name, try to recover with “I love you, Daddy.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I think I liked it better when you called me Mike. Maybe we can save Cherise and Daddy for special occasions and just be you and me when I spank you.”
I go from warm and fuzzy to anxious in a heartbeat, not sure I like where he’s going. He notices, I think, because he kisses me so sweetly and deeply that my body turns to liquid.
Then he slips his hand between my thighs and with a few flicks of his finger on my already sensitive clit, liquid becomes light and I’m flying again.
This is something that Daddy never does to Cherise. Cherise may get off on being spanked, and Daddy may say and do things that would be inappropriate for a real father, but he never does anything directly sexual. Caressing me is for Mike, not Daddy.
So is fucking me, and when he lifts me up so he can unzip his pants and take out his cock, I think that I could get used to Mike rather than Daddy doing the spanking if it ends like this.
After he pulls me down to straddle his cock, filling me like I didn’t know I ached to be filled, he starts smacking my tender ass. This time there’s no doubt at all who’s doing the spanking because his cock is deep inside me and my eyes are locked into his and he’s saying my own name.
This time, when I shudder and scream, it’s with Mike.
Yum. Spanking and fucking, two great tastes that taste great together, far better than peanut butter and chocolate. It’s just… it’s just not something I’ve ever let myself do before. My ex liked to keep it separate, and it was easier, safer, that way.
He feels my body tense, and asks me what’s wrong. I sort through a few variations before finding the right words. “That was great. But I don’t want you punishing me. That’s what Daddy’s for-so it’s not real and I can enjoy the spanking.”
I didn’t think he could pull me any closer, but he managed to. “Kaitlyn, sweetheart, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s fun. Sometimes I’d rather just be me, spanking the woman I love.”
“But… the book. You were scolding me. I don’t like that.”
“Oh, shit, you weren’t supposed to take that seriously! That was part of the game.”
Then he makes a weird face. “Besides, I picked that one off the bedside table because the cover picture was sexy and… well, the next thing I knew it was three hours later.”
“Ha! Told you they were addictive!”
He goes on. He loves to talk about books. “I loved the bit you’d bookmarked because the heroine was so open about liking to be spanked- and the hero is like me, loving how much it turns her on. I wanted to read it out loud during our scene, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it and still sound like Daddy.”
I feel a weight sink off me and through the floor. Now that we’ve tried it, I’d like good clean spanky fun mixed with fucking on a more regular basis, and I think I can even admit that now.
But a bit of me is disappointed. When an ER doctor has a bad day at work, it’s really bad. I want to make everything better, to save everyone, to get the world back under control, and I can’t. When I get home after a day like that, shucking being a grown-up and being bratty Cherise taken in hand by Daddy is exactly what I need.
It isn’t easy for me to say so in as many words, but after several false starts, I manage to get it out.
“That makes sense, Kaitlyn. I love spanking you because it’s fun and turns you on, but I definitely see why being Cherise is good for you sometimes-and I like that you like it.” He changes his voice to the stern Daddy-voice.
“And young lady, if you start acting up, and especially if I catch you with cigarettes, your Daddy is going to punish you!”
And what I say to that, since I’m not Cherise at the moment, is “Yum!”