His Little Runaway (9 page)

“Well, be a good girl for daddy and daddy will fuck you after dinner just like he promised.”

She looked up at him, her eyes once again wide at the dirtiness Wes could mix in with the care and the comfort. “I’ll try, daddy,” she said.

* * *

After dinner, he taught Ashley how to do the dishes without a dishwasher. She didn’t sass him, but Wes could tell that she would find it difficult to get used to having actual chores to do around the house.

“You’ll do the dishes by yourself from now on,” he said. “As I’ve said, you’re going to live a traditional life here with me.”

Ashley didn’t respond to that. She had seemed to enjoy the burgers and salad he had made, and he had thought once or twice she almost spoke up to say that she didn’t think she could cook. But he had cut that off by telling her that she would make spaghetti with tomato sauce and a salad for their next dinner. That news seemed to quiet the almost bratty expression on her face.

When they had finished the dishes, he said. “Okay, honey, go into the bedroom and take your clothes off. Bend over the bed and put your hand between your legs and play with your little pussy until daddy gets there. Daddy’s going to train your bottom for a little while before he fucks your pussy.”

“T-train?” Ashley stammered, turning to him.

“It will make it easier when the time comes for you to take daddy’s cock in there. I’ll start with my fingers, and then I’ll put a little plug in your cute anus to teach you how to open and get you used to having something big back there.”

A nose wrinkle. “I’m scared, daddy,” she said, though Wes felt sure he could detect the same arousal in her eyes that all his wicked suggestions seemed to provoke. “Won’t it hurt?”

“It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, honey—especially when I fuck you there. But anal sex is very important to me, and so you’re going to have it regularly. I’ll do my best to get you ready, and that’s what your little lesson tonight is all about. Don’t think you can get out of it, though. When your daddy wants to fuck your bottom, he’s going to fuck your bottom.”

“But why?” she pleaded, her tone getting a little whiny.

“Because I said so, honey. I’ve taken you in hand, and that means all of you. Your little bottom is a place I’m going to enjoy having my cock, and so you’ll have regular anal sex whether you’re reluctant about it or not. Now quit talking back and get going. Everything off and bent over the bed, with your hand on your pussy. If you get yourself nice and wet, you’ll enjoy your anal training more.”

Chapter Eleven

Ashley dragged her feet as she went from the kitchen toward the bedroom. To her surprise, though, she realized suddenly that she didn’t drag them because of her actual anxiety about the lewd things Wes had informed her he would now do to her. She dragged them instead because she wanted Wes to notice her slow, shuffling step, and to tell her that if she dawdled he would punish her. Spank her or switch her or… put something much too big in her bottom.

“Young lady, did you hear me? Get going, or I’m going to spank that little bottom before I plug it.” His deep, rumbly voice seemed to send shivers down her spine almost any time she heard him utter a word, but most of all when he told her to do something and he didn’t say
please.
And the shivers became almost unbearable when Wes made it clear how ready he was to apply his firm hand to her bare rear end.

“Yes, daddy,” she said, turning her head back over her shoulder to look at him, standing in his kitchen like—well, like one of the oak trees she had played among before dinner. She almost gave him the little pout she had tried a few minutes before, but now she really did fear that he would spank her for that. In her eyes now she tried to communicate that she had never imagined she might have to have her bottom trained, have to have her pussy shaved, have to bend over and play with herself so that her vagina would be ready for a man’s hard penis. With her hastening feet, at the same time, she tried to tell him that although she thought she could never admit it in so many words, when she had gone out to play she had started to understand just how much she needed to feel little, and taken in hand by a man who knew how to set boundaries for a girl like Ashley.

I’m going out to play
, she had thought, as she left the cabin and emerged into the fresh-smelling woods where the last of the snow crunched under her feet, wearing one of Wes’ hoodies and a pair of his boots stuffed with extra socks. It seemed hard to believe that just the day before the snow had seemed so awful and nightmarish as she tried to make her way through it to the road.

Ashley couldn’t remember even approximately when the last time would have been when she had gone out to play. Had her parents
ever
told her that, or allowed it? She went to the mall, or to the kids’ club at the gym. She remembered that. Recess at school was a thing, she supposed, but teachers didn’t say,
time to go out to play.
The bell just rang, the kids poured out into the playground, and if you were like Ashley you stood around awkwardly with your friends and talked about boys.

She supposed that in the time before she could really remember, she had been one of the kids who climbed on the play structure and played pretend games about pirates and things. Now, here among these amazing trees, with what must be her new daddy’s workshop visible right next to his cabin, she found that she didn’t know how to start.

She
wanted
to start playing, though. When Wes had first told her to go outside and play, her conscious mind had scorned the idea even as something deeper seemed to respond to it eagerly. She looked at the workshop again. Would Ashley have to sweep it tomorrow, maybe? Daddy said Ashley had to do chores, like a good girl in an old-fashioned house. Ashley would have to learn to keep things neat and tidy, just like Ashley’s pussy would be neat and tidy for daddy after tomorrow.

She blushed furiously at that thought, and without even intending it she hid behind a tree so that if her daddy were in his workshop he wouldn’t be able to see her and tell her to sweep the floor. When she realized what she had done, hiding that way, she giggled, and suddenly she had figured out how to play.

She played pirates in the woods. The pirates were coming up the mountain to get the princess, and the princess knew that if they got her they would do terrible things to her. That thought made her cheeks get hot, too, because as soon as Ashley thought of the idea of terrible things, she thought of what her daddy had done to her already, and how even though when he had turned her over and put his penis inside her from the back like that, she had felt like he should do that to her because he clearly liked to have his little Ashley that way.

Pirates would do that, too, wouldn’t they? They would lay Ashley on her tummy so that they could have her…
fuck
her… just as Wes had done, with their big bodies covering her little one so that she would have to confess that she liked it, and that she
wanted
to stay there with the hard penis going back and forth in her young private part. The next pirate would be standing behind, holding his own penis, waiting for his turn inside little Ashley’s vagina.

The first one would get up, once he had filled Ashley’s womb with pirate seed, but he would warn her gruffly to stay lying there on her tummy on the ground, because five other pirates were waiting their turns. He would make her admit that she didn’t want to get up, and make her say that if she tried to get up, they should flog her with their cat o’ nine tails. No, filthy, slutty Princess Ashley needed to take all their cocks, and then she needed a very sore backside. Because Princess Ashley was like that: Princess Ashley loved big pirate cocks.

Dodging between the trees, keeping an eye out for pirates, letting this wicked fantasy unfold in her mind, Ashley could hardly believe she had thought she didn’t know how to play outside. She even gave herself over to the fantasy so much that she started to speak her lines, just whispering them.

“My daddy is the only man allowed to touch me there!” she said to the pirate captain who boldly thrust his hand between her thighs. “He’s going to catch you and your men! Don’t hold me down like that! What are you doing? Only my daddy is allowed to put his cock in me!”

She giggled then, as if to prove to herself that as intense and surprising as these fantasies and the cravings they told of were, she enjoyed letting them out—and she enjoyed
playing
them out with her new daddy Wes—very much indeed.

Now, as she took her clothes off once again, she wondered whether the pirate captain would know how to train a bottom properly. Probably not, she reflected. Only a caring daddy would do that, because he knew that a little girl who had to have anal sex needed lessons so that it wouldn’t frighten her, and so that when the time came for her daddy to have her bottom he would enjoy himself fully, the way he had a right to enjoy himself there.

Ashley already loved the way her bottom seemed so precious to her daddy, like a special treasure that he would use to make both of them happy. Her daddy punished her on her bare bottom, and he would train her there. When he put his penis in her pussy, he liked to do it with her bottom up and toward him, so that he could hold it and look at it. Someday soon he would even put his penis right up her bottom itself, and after that he would do it all the time, because it was important to him to do that.

She wanted to turn around and see what Wes was doing now—how close he had gotten to coming into his bedroom to have big-girl time with his little Ashley. But the thought of the look she might see on his face, and the stern words he might say if she dawdled any more in getting ready for his pleasure, made her stay with her back to the door as she took off the sweatshirt and his oversized t-shirt. She pictured him looking at her from the kitchen, seeing her bra strap, enjoying the view he wanted of the girl he had taken in hand, and she blushed yet again.

Was she really scared he might spank her if she turned around? Yes, but… no. Didn’t she feel like she wouldn’t mind feeling his firm hand on her bottom, teaching her how it would be in his house, from now on? Didn’t she feel like he would never actually punish her for something like that, no matter how much he might play at it?

Ashley had no doubt at all that if she failed to do her chores she would end up over Wes’ knee for a real punishment that she certainly did fear, no matter how much she now felt like she might actually need his discipline. But though she couldn’t define for herself exactly why, Wes had also made it very clear to her, perhaps when he was talking about the girl overseas and what he had done to protect her, that the big-girl time stuff—the
sex
stuff—was play, even if in the course of the play her daddy knew how to turn his little girl on with threats of spanking and—Ashley swallowed hard as she pulled down her jeans and then her panties—other kinds of punishment.

She stepped out of her jeans. Then she noticed that she had just left her clothes lying on Wes’ bedroom floor. With a conscious realization that the duties of a traditional young woman involved keeping the rooms of her daddy’s house tidy, she picked them up and folded them, careful to keep her naked back to the door and still picturing Wes watching from the kitchen as she went about this tiny chore. She hoped suddenly that her daddy would praise her for tidying up his room, even though she had created the mess.

“Good girl,” came his voice behind her, then, as if he had read her mind. He must be right outside his bedroom door. Was he just passing by on his way to some other daddy activity that little girls didn’t get to take part in, or had he taken a stand there to watch Ashley’s every obedient—or
dis
obedient—movement? “You can put your clothes on the dresser. Then go ahead and do as daddy told you, please.”

She risked a look over her shoulder. Wes stood right there, smiling, with his hands on his hips. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle at her, as if by folding the clothes she had indeed shown herself to be her daddy’s good little girl. The thought made her tummy give a flip-flop, as her body responded, without any conscious will of Ashley’s own, to the idea that daddies train good girls’ bottoms the same way they train naughty girls’. That daddies fuck good girls the same way they fuck naughty ones, because daddies like to fuck, and daddies are in charge.

The dark blue comforter on the bed, which Wes had tidied and made up, maybe after Ashley had gone out to play, looked as soft as Ashley knew it felt, having spent the whole afternoon wrapped up in it with her daddy’s warm, naked body against hers. Ashley would have to make the bed tomorrow, wouldn’t she? She knew how to do that at least—not that she had had to do it at home in Westchester, but they had made the girls at Tall Oaks make their own beds. Now, though, she would keep house for her daddy, the way a good girl does.

But before that… in the hours here, in Wes’ bedroom, she had to bend over that soft comforter, with her back to her daddy. Feeling almost hypnotized, she started to lean forward, her hands in front of her. But the right hand—that had to go somewhere else, didn’t it? Her cheeks got hot at the thought.

“Spread your feet, honey,” Wes said, “and bend your knees a bit. Daddy wants a nice view of your little pussy when you start to touch yourself.”

Still leaning over a little and biting her lip, Ashley obeyed her daddy’s wicked command, knowing that as she inched her feet apart he could see more and more of her private places.

“All the way over now. Why don’t you put your left elbow right there on the bed and start rubbing your clit for me. That’s it, honey. Arch your back a little now, and push out that bottom, like daddy’s going to spank you. Show me you know what you need.”

“Yes, daddy,” Ashley whispered to the bed, trying to push her bottom out the way Wes liked it, so he would give her what she had coming, what she needed, there. Right there.

Chapter Twelve