Page 207 of Daddy, Take Me Away
As much as I wanted to pleasure her all day long, I needed to be inside of her. Clamping down on her clit, her body tensed for a moment as a powerful wave of pleasure rolled through her. Then she thrashed, crying out, overcome by the power of her orgasm.
I flipped her body over and onto all fours, sank my cock inside her welcoming entrance, and smacked her ass several times until her skin glowed with a warm pink. My need to fill her with my seed drove me, taking her hard and fast until both of us climaxed moments later changed.
I dropped down onto my side and tucked her to me. “That was a nice welcome home.” I teased.
She gazed at me with a sad expression.
“What’s wrong, Luna?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Not the answer I’m looking for. Do you need a timeout in the naughty chair?” I’d threatened her with that before and knew it had piqued her interest.
“What’s the naughty chair?”
“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” I deliberately baited her and watched as she lost her shit, kicking the sheets and trying to get away from me all the while mumbling about gaslighting, but I didn’t mind the predictability of her outbursts as it was teaching me a lot about her triggers.
“As you are begging to be punished, I will satisfy your itch.” I sat up against the headboard and tugged her over my lap. What a sight she made with her kicking legs, my seed dripping down her thighs. I placed one of my legs over the backs of hers and pressed one hand against her lower back. She was effectively locked in place.
I brought my hand down with crushing ruthlessness for a solid two minutes. Luna’s cussing quickly changed to cries, and it wasn’t long before she was begging for the spanking to end, but I knew better. This was exactly what she wanted. When she lay still, with her bottom a bright raspberry red, I moved her and went to grab the naughty chair, something I’d never used and couldn't wait to try.
Essentially, it was a chair with sandpaper on the seat and a chastity belt ready to lock a naughty girl into place. The chair itself had settings so if I chose to, I could have the seat moving forward and back and she would get the full effect of the sandpaper scraping across her raw bottom.
Locked into the belt, she would be unable to pleasure herself through the pain/pleasure threshold. I set the chair in my office across from my desk and then placed her in it. Her initial interest wore off pretty fast when I pressed the buttons for the chair to start moving.
“Artair! No! This is a horrible device. Please let me out.”
I sat back wearing a smirk, and pretended to be working on my computer. But the reality was she’d captured my full attention. I moved to her side of my desk and leaned against it, leaving little space between us and unzipped my pants. My cock sprung free of its constraints. “You asked for it, my sweet Luna. Now open your mouth, naughty girl. It’s time to suck Daddy’s cock.”
She obeyed, parting those sweet full lips and darting out her tongue. I spanked her tongue with my dick, before sliding in halfway.
Luna moaned and the vibration was heaven. I worked my cock down her throat little bits at a time. “That’s it, swallow for me.” When I’d gone as far as I could, I gripped the sides of her head and fucked her face. “It’s all part of earning your way into the naughty chair, isn’t it, my little flight risk?”
She moaned again, apparently loving the forbidden words spoken aloud. Her nipples tightened to hard points. I wanted to punish them with my teeth but that would only heighten her desires and I had no interest in her being on the receiving end at this point. She needed to know there were consequences for her actions and choices.
More than that, she needed to know she had a Daddy she could lean on who wouldn’t let her down. I’d come to learn that although she’d come from a loving family, both her parents had been docile and unable to control a teenage Luna. She’d done whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and that was part of her dysfunction in controlling herself, as she’d never had to before.
Spit and tears cascaded down her face, but she sucked like her life depended on it. My girl really was perfect in every way. Just before I was about to come, I pulled out of her mouth, not giving her the satisfaction of swallowing my seed.
She glared at me, her plump lips forming a perfect pout. If her arms hadn’t been tied to the armrests, I knew they’d be crossed. Apparently, she hadn’t learned her lesson yet.
She’d feel it though, the moment I let her out of the chair. My cock had stimulated her, without it, she’d feel every scrape of the paper. Within seconds of my cock’s departure from her mouth, she started whining. Real tears appeared and tracked down her glowing cheeks.
“Please, Daddy, please make it stop.”
“Are you repentant, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you going to act up when I ask you a question?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Now answer me: Why were you sad?”
Luna nibbled on her lip as if debating what to share with me. “In two days I’m supposed to be leaving Scotland.”
“That won’t be happening, Luna. I’m sorry, but this isn’t a good time for you to be without protection.”
