His Little Runaway (12 page)

“After sex?” she said softly.

“Yes, honey. Daddy will have sex with you every night from now on. You can plan to wash your panties after that, each night. Not before, because daddies like to take down their little girls’ panties themselves, if they’ve been allowed panties that day.”

Another little sigh, and a wriggle to go along with it, as if the washcloths were having a rather complicated effect in the region to be shaved. “Yes, daddy,” Ashley said a little dreamily.

Wes took the washcloths away then and started to lather her between her legs. “This may tickle a little, honey,” he said rather wickedly.

“Oh, daddy,” Ashley moaned, squirming under his fingers. “Tickle?”

“Yes, tickle,” he replied in a firm voice as he applied the lather to the area right around her adorable pink clit.

“Yes, daddy!” Ashley cried, bucking against his hand.

“Are you helping with the lather, honey?” he said as he moved his soapy fingers further down, to find her wetness.

“Yes, daddy!”

“Good girl,” he pronounced, and got the razor. “Keep these legs nice and wide for daddy. We’ll have the hair gone in no time.”

Oh, he loved to see her little pussy clench as he delicately swept the razor down and around, and he loved the scent of helpless arousal as he rubbed gently under the pretext of checking how smooth he had gotten her. The folds of her young privates glistened as he bared them, and it was all Wes could do not to taste them immediately.

Instead, he said when he had trimmed the final embarrassing stubble from around her bottom hole, “Time for lotion, honey. When I put it on, you’ll probably have some big-girl feelings, and that’s okay. But I want you to remember that you’re being punished. Daddy’s going to make you show him how much you need his penis, but you aren’t allowed to come. Do you understand?”

“I think so, daddy,” Ashley said with trepidation in her voice.

Wes rubbed the lotion in thoroughly, while Ashley cried out with forced, shameful pleasure. “Please, daddy… Daddy, please…” she begged, almost as if he were already spanking her. She writhed on the towel, her face a bright red and her eyes closed, as if his admonition that she must not let herself orgasm had made this demonstration of her erotic craving for her daddy’s penis a terrible ordeal.

Finally, Wes satisfied himself that he had moisturized the whole precious place he had shaved. He looked at the pussy and the anus where he had decreed that he would find his release at least once a day from henceforward, feeling like he wouldn’t mind forgetting about Ashley’s punishment and just fucking her in her sweet eighteen-year-old pussy and then in her cute eighteen-year-old backside. But he had taken her in hand, and though he had forgiven her instantly about the dishes, her not having done them and having gone outside instead demonstrated very clearly that she needed a stern lesson.

“Stay like that while daddy cleans up, honey,” he said, picking up the basin. “I’ll be back to spank you in a few moments.”

“Oh, daddy,” Ashley whined, but in the pleasured state Wes had put her in, it sounded less distressed than it might have been.

When he returned, bringing the ginger he had cut in a paper towel, and had sat in the chair, once again contemplating the beautiful sight of the newly bare privates of his little girl, he said, “Stand up, Ashley, and put your hands on your head.”

He spread his thighs so that she could stand between them, and laid the paper towel with the ginger inside on the bed. The contrast of his jeans and shirt with her nakedness seemed to have its proper effect, and Ashley couldn’t meet his eyes as she stood there, gazing at her perfect breasts and the tidy cleft of her pussy.

“Look at me, young lady,” he said, and she did, with wide eyes. “You’ve said you’re sorry, and I appreciate that. But we both know the reason you apologized, and the reason you’ll do the dishes from now on, is that you know that you live in a house where traditional discipline is maintained. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, daddy.” Her voice sounded frightened, just as he wanted her to be.

“You’ll call me
sir
when I’m punishing you,” Wes said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” Ashley whispered, her eyes going even wider.

“Your bare bottom is about to feel the consequences of your actions, and if I can I want to be sure that as I spank you you’re reaping the benefit of this lesson. Why are you about to be spanked over daddy’s knee, Ashley?”

He reached out to take her hands in his, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Ashley trembled. She looked down at their hands and then back up at Wes.

“Because I didn’t respect you, sir,” she said with a little sob. “You asked me to do something, and I didn’t do it. And I didn’t respect you when I went outside without leaving a note.”

Wes didn’t waste any time, but released her hands, took her hips in his grasp, and turned her, then upended her over his left thigh. Ashley gasped, and then cried out at the sudden beginning of her punishment, so much more abrupt than he had treated her the day before.

Then he began, again without further delay, to spank her very hard—so hard that she started to scream and struggle within a few seconds. Wes held her tightly with his left arm and put his right leg firmly across her thighs and kept spanking her, going from cheek to cheek and raising his arm high to bring his big hand down with the force needed to make Ashley sorry she had neglected her duty.

He knew that he had driven the arousal from her body with the first few blows, and he closed his ears to his little girl’s heartrending cries as he disciplined her so sternly. He kept spanking hard, until her whole backside had turned crimson under his firm hand and she lay limp over his knee, sobbing. Then he reached for the paper towel, unfolded it, and took the ginger, a little plug three inches long, in his right hand.

“Wh-what…?” Ashley sobbed as he used his left hand to open her bottom.

Wes didn’t answer, but put the narrow tip of the ginger to the little flower of her anus.

“Oh, no… oh, daddy, please…”

He pushed the ginger in a bit.

“N-not… not yet, daddy… oh, God, please, daddy,” Ashley wailed. “Oh, daddy, it burns! Oh, please!”

“It does burn, honey. It’s supposed to burn.” He pushed further, and satisfied himself that the little plug had seated itself fully inside her. “You will keep it in your anus for an hour. If it falls out, you will have a bigger one, and the hour will begin again.”

“No, daddy… please, don’t…”

“Hush, Ashley. You’ve been doing so well. Go get the apron from the kitchen closet and put it on. We’ll start the sauce now.”

He opened his legs and helped her stand up. Ashley turned to go, her face streaked with tears and her eyes downcast, but Wes stopped her and enfolded her in his arms. “Are you learning your lesson?” he asked softly, right into his little girl’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she sniffled. “But it hurts so much! My bottom feels like it’s on fire! And the ginger… it’s just so… I’m sorry I didn’t do the dishes.”

Wes put his hand down to her bottom to fondle the pert cheeks, now so very warm from their severe punishment. Ashley gave a little sigh and snuggled into him. But Wes couldn’t resist giving the ginger a little push that made her jump and drove her even closer to him.

“You’ll be sore for a while,” he said, “as you should be.”

“Yes, sir,” Ashley said.

Chapter Fifteen

Ashley’s daddy put his penis in her bottom for the first time that night. After he let her take the ginger out—she had had to eat lunch standing up, of course, still wearing only the apron, and then he made her take the awful, burning little plug out in front of him, bending over to show him just what her bottom looked like with a piece of
root
inside, which made Ashley’s face glow as hot as the sun—he told her that she could play for the rest of the afternoon until the time came to finish dinner, and that she would have the reward he had promised that night.

She wasn’t to wear anything but the apron for the rest of the day, though, to remind her that she lived in a traditional house, now, where girls did their chores and wore their aprons. And she wasn’t to sit on the furniture, because the furniture was for responsible grownups. She could play games on the living room floor she had made so nice and clean: Wes showed her a fairly impressive shelf of card games and board games, for a man who lived alone, most of which could be played solo, alongside books of crossword puzzles and Sudoku.

As she played a dice game where you tried to get different combinations of the numbers on the dice, she shifted around uncomfortably, trying to find a posture that didn’t feel terribly sore. Really, the lingering effects of the hard spanking her daddy had given her weren’t nearly as distracting as the heat that remained from the ginger in the anus Wes had started to train with the little pink plug the previous night.

The game didn’t require a great deal of concentration, but she still found her hand letting go of the dice cup and making its way behind her, to touch her punished bottom where the apron left it bare and of course so visible to her daddy, whenever he decided to come back from his workshop and have a look at his little girl’s bottom—something, Ashley thought with a blush, he obviously liked to do very much. She also found herself nearly unconsciously thanking heaven that he had put her in the apron so that she didn’t have easy access to the pussy he had shaved, because after he had spanked her so hard that the terrible arousal of the lotion had gone completely away, that arousal had come back even more achingly into her privates. Together with the ginger the remaining heat from the spanking, the pleasant irritation of her newly bare vagina, and even the very idea that her daddy had bared her there for his pleasure put her in grave danger, she thought, of playing with herself when she heard the whine of the saw that meant her daddy was busy and would never catch her.

But though Ashley did, once or twice, put her middle finger right up against her bottom’s little dimple, and though once she couldn’t resist kneeling up and bending over the couch so that she could just feel what her privates were like with no curly hair down there, she didn’t do anything more than that. She felt proud to be able to answer honestly when Wes, having come back to find that she had finished dinner, still of course in only the apron, asked with narrowed eyes whether she had done anything naughty.

“No, daddy.”

“You didn’t touch yourself? That can be hard for some little girls, after a spanking.”

“No, daddy. But…”

Wes’ brow creased slightly, as if he were sure she was about to confess something for which he would have to discipline her.

“But what, honey?”

Ashley’s voice fell to a whisper, and her eyes darted from one of his deep blue irises to the other nervously. “But my bottom…”

She hadn’t even been sure what she wanted to say, and now she lost her courage and looked down at the buttons on his green plaid shirt.

Did he guess what she meant? “Your bottom will get what’s really coming to it tonight, Ashley. I’ve decided. Tonight’s the night.”

She looked up again, into his eyes, with alarm but also with the feeling that her daddy had read her mind. Wes nodded.

“After I fuck your pussy, I’m going to fuck your bottom, so you need to make your mind up to please me even though it’s uncomfortable. After you’re a good girl for your first anal, you’ll have that reward we talked about.”

“Yes, daddy,” Ashley whispered. The one thing she couldn’t seem to figure out—that she realized she didn’t even want to figure out, for fear of dispelling its magic—was why it felt so wonderful that she hadn’t had to admit to Wes that the ginger and the shaving had suddenly made her think, all the time she played the dice game and did crosswords, that she’d like to see what it felt like when a little girl had to let her daddy put his penis in her bottom, and had to let him move it in and out until the seed spurted out there, inside her young anus where a daddy could fuck as much as he wanted and not make a baby.

Her daddy had let her keep the shameful words unsaid; he had allowed her to preserve the idea that the choice lay all with him, the man who had taken her in hand and now used her tender body for his pleasure.

So after dinner, when to her surprise he helped her do the dishes—maybe because he wanted to see as much of her in nothing but the apron as he could, since he didn’t seem to be able to keep from fondling her bottom as she stood at the sink, trying to concentrate on getting the plates clean—she could show a little reluctance when her daddy said, “It’s time, honey. Into the bedroom, now.”

“But, daddy… please, not my bottom? Not yet?”

“Ashley, what did I tell you? I’ve decided. Lie on your tummy and put a pillow under your hips. Knees spread nice and wide. Leave the apron on. Daddy is very hard for you. I’ll try to be gentle, but it’s time for sex, and I don’t want to have to punish you again to teach you that I’m in charge.”

Ashley felt herself getting unbearably warm down there, under the apron. Her breath came in little pants as she dried the final dish, looking over her shoulder at Wes and seeing the hunger in his eyes. He stood a little behind her, his arms folded over his chest, looking back at her with an expression that said very clearly that he wouldn’t hesitate to spank her again if he needed to, before he enjoyed her with his penis. She felt her brow furrow as the reluctance took hold a bit more, much as she knew deep inside that Wes knew exactly what she needed.

Wes unfolded his arms and put his hand down, took her whole bottom in his palm. “This belongs to me, Ashley,” he said solemnly. “I decide what to do with it.”

“Oh, God,” Ashley whispered, feeling the wetness seem almost to gush between her thighs.

“Because you’re dawdling, honey, and keeping me waiting, you’re going to need to kneel down and suck daddy’s cock right now, just to take the edge off.”

“But…”

He took his hand from her bottom and started to unbuckle his belt. “Kneel down, Ashley. This instant.”

She did. She obeyed him as if her body had a will of its own. He had his jeans down now, and his cock stood up stiffly from the wiry hair that he had because he was a daddy. Ashley knelt and opened her mouth, and her daddy put his cock inside it. Ashley did her best to bob her head to make her daddy’s penis feel good, and she thought she had started to get the hang of it because Wes said “Good girl” several times before he held her head still and moved his hips the same way he did when his penis was in her vagina.