Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

I was on the toilet at the time. I almost freaked out when Joe came knocking on the bathroom door to check on me. Apparently, I’m to answer him even in those intimate moments. Mr. Garrett was so pissed when he got home, he pulled me in here for my first punishment. When he spanked me with the paddle that day, he’d covered it with fur to soften the sting. Now it’s just the wood and I know that’s going to hurt much worse.

“I’m going to hit you twelve times. You will count.”

“Yes, sir,” I say again, swallowing hard to moisten my dry throat.

I do my best to make my ass go numb, but I still feel the slender, rectangular paddle resting on my right cheek. He raises it and I tuck my ass in even more, bracing for the hit. It lands with a resounding smack on my skin. I jump a little, but I hope it wasn’t too obvious.

“One,” I say, through gritted teeth. “Thank you, sir.” The sting is worse without the fur, but not unbearable right now. He lifts the paddle again and brings it down on my left ass cheek. “Two,” I say, this time I didn’t jump at all. “Thank you, sir.”

By the time I muffle out a “thank you, sir” for the twelfth smack, my ass is on fire. I hear the paddle hit the floor and I listen for him. I startle a little when I feel him behind me with his rock-hard erection pressed into my stinging behind. The roughness of his jeans is making me very uncomfortable. He’s breathing hard and I know he’s completely turned on. He pulls my dress from between my legs and moves it up my body, exposing my breasts. He cups them in both hands.

“So hard,” he says when he feels how erect my nipples are. “What has you so turned on?”

“I don’t know, sir.” And I truly don’t. I didn’t like getting spanked. It hurt. My ass still hurts, but I’m somehow turned on and I don’t understand it. A moan escapes my lips when his teeth nip at my shoulder.

“Why this color?” he demands to know of my dress. He’s pawing at it.

“I thought you would approve of it, sir.”

“That I do,” he says, moving his mouth to my other shoulder. He brushes my hair to the side with his fingertips, massaging my scalp. I shy away, hunching my shoulder to protect my neck, but he pulls my hair to make me lean my head. He sucks on my neck and I’m revolted and turned on by it at the same time. I hate that I like it. He gathers my hair in his hands and turns my head to face him. “Enough to reward you,” he tells me right before he sticks his tongue in my already slightly opened and very willing mouth.

I want to wonder about the reward, but all thoughts go right out of my head. I moan as our lips battle in pleasure. My body reacts before my mind can catch up to it and I lean into him, wanting more. My panties are so wet they’re stuck to me and I wiggle a little, trying in vain to adjust them.

Like always, he pulls away from me too soon. He moves in front of me and I suck in my breath when I feel his mouth on my nipple, sucking the hell out of it while the palm of his other hand rubs the other. I throw my head back and stick my chest out to get more of my tits in his mouth and hand. My dress falls as he runs his hands up my thighs once again. This time he hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them off. I’m embarrassed that I haven’t washed up. I know it can’t smell good down there, but I can hear him moan as he inhales deeply.

“Do you know how delicious you smell?”

“No, sir.”

“I will never tire of the smell of your arousal for me. It smells better when it’s not hidden in body wash. It’s the perfect gift to give to your Dom. After complete submission, of course.”

“Yes, sir.” My legs tingle at the feel of his breath.

“And then comes the taste,” he says. I squirm when his finger touches me. “So wet for me, Foxy.” I whimper when he says that name. It’s always when I’m close to coming. The way he says it is bad, but it makes me feel so good. “And you just got even wetter,” he says, playing with my pubic hairs that are starting to grow back in. His voice sounds almost enthused

The sound of him sucking me off his fingers arouses me even more. He spreads me open with his fingers and his tongue flicks my clit.

“Oh, God.” I moan, but I quickly shut up.

“I like making you wet and you taste delicious, just like I always knew you would,” he says, darting his tongue out, flicking my clit like a thirsty animal lapping water. “Is Daddy making you feel good?” I can’t take him calling me that. I try to move away, but he won’t let me. “Stop fighting it,” he says, playing with me with his finger. “I know you want to come. All you have to do is ask. Just say the word and I’ll let you.”

“Please.”

“Please, who?”

“Sir.”

I quiver as my orgasm starts to take hold of me. I moan when, like the last time, he abruptly stops right before it happens.

“That’s not the word.”

“Please,” I whimper shamelessly this time.

“You’re still fighting it.”

“No.” I shake my head in agony making him stand up and grab hold of my face with his hand to stop me. I know he doesn’t like me doing it because he holds me a little too tightly between his fingers. “I’m not fighting, but I can’t call you that.”

“Then you need to make me come first. This is about me, remember?”

“Sir, how