The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) (7 page)

David jerks his teeth off my neck and yanks
out the fingers he just blissfully stuffed me with.

“Dad!”

“What the hell is this? What the… Get the
hell off my daughter! Now!”

He literally hurls David off me, who lands
on the carpet. “I go away on business, leaving an innocent girl
behind, and come back home to a slut, who is fucking in
my
house?”

“We’ve been dating for months, dad. I’m not
a little girl anymore. I haven’t been innocent for a long time now.
I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it’s true, and you need to let me
grow up!”

“I need to get more strict, obviously. I
haven’t been disciplining you like you need. That’s about to change
right now.” He picks up David’s belt off the floor.

David stands up. “Don’t you dare touch
her!”

But my dad bashes his palm into David’s
chest, stopping him in his tracks. “If you care for my daughter,
you should be just as concerned for her reputation and well-being
as I am. You’ve been slutty and bad, young lady. You’re going to
get the lickings you deserve, right on your bare tush. And he’s
going to watch.”

I start to cry.
This
dynamic is so
much different. Without the tugs of arousal that nipped at me in
the rec room, it’s hitting my mind in an entirely different way. A
way I needed. A headmaster is not entirely off limits in my mind,
but a
dad
totally is, and a dad is all I can see in this
moment. I feel dirty and embarrassed. I’m sorry David’s still
hanging out and hard from my doing and that my pussy and breasts
are on display, once again. I feel the weight of my transgressions
and world of shame. “Please, dad, don’t. You haven’t spanked my
bare ass since I was like eight. Please don’t! Especially not with
him here.” Giant tears roll out as I blubber more pleas.

“You’re getting it good. Right now. It
clearly can’t wait another second.”

I shudder and gasp when he kneels on the
bed, clutches my ankles and shoves them back towards my head.
Everything tender is now open to the loop in his hand, and he rains
down on me. He pummels me with slap after slap, carrying me into a
hellstorm of humiliation and soreness. I bawl my eyes out and beg
him to stop. I kick my legs, but he only grips me harder and pins
them in a more uncomfortable way, which lifts me back even
more.

The belt keeps lashing up agony, even as he
says, “David. You’re responsible for turning my daughter into a
slut. You’re going to help me give her what she needs. Kneel by her
head.”

He shakes his head, no.

“Get the fuck over here!”

David huffs and does as he’s ordered to.

My dad lets go and stops whaling on me. “Put
your feet flat on the mattress and spread your legs, Pumpkin.”

I buck and writhe and shake my head back and
forth. “No, Daddy. Please.”

“Do it, now. Stop squirming and do as I say,
or I will fig you.”

“What the hell is ‘fig’?
Fig
as a
verb? Yeah, I didn’t want to find out, so I stop struggling. “All
right!”

“Very good. Hold her pussy lips apart,
David.”

“What?”

“Spread her open.”

“Why?”

“That naughty cunt is going to suffer,
that’s why? It keeps getting her into trouble.”

David’s breaths are hot and bothered as he
presses my petals apart and pins them to my inner thighs. This is
exciting him.

It’s not exciting me.

My dad pulls an object out of the nightstand
drawer and taps my clit and butt cheeks delicately with it. I look
and see that it’s a rubber-backed brush.

“Admit you’re a bad girl, Sweetheart.”

I shake my head and lose tears.

He keeps tapping, tapping, tapping all over
my sex. “Say you’re a bad girl, Molly. Say it, Say it.”

“I’m ...” I sob profusely. “I’m … a bad
girl.”

He whacks my clit and inner lips with the
plastic.

“Oooww.” I jolt and scream at the hard flick
and tears sting my eyes. I gasp for breath.

He’s back at it, tap, tap, tap, all along my
pink parts and along my inner thighs. “Say it again. Tell me you’re
a bad girl who deserves to be spanked.”

I shake my head no as sobs spill out.

“Say it.”

I blubber, “I’m so … bad. I’m such a bad
girl. And I deserve … to be spanked.”

He hits me again.

“Noooo! Ow, ow. Please.” I moan and cry.

“Are you sorry for being a bad girl?”

Tears are streaming, and I can’t stop
sobbing. “Yes, yes. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Does your pussy deserve a hard one? A good
spank to remember how much I love you? Are you
that
bad,
Molly?”

My body is resistant, but bounciness awaits
me. I need to press through. I need to take it. “I am
that
bad. Hit me, daddy. Please. Hard. Do it. Do it.”

It falls like a spike, and I scream at the
pleasure-pain. I come, explosively.

David releases me. “That’s enough! Cut it
out! Please stop. I’m not doing this anymore.”

I curl up in a ball and sob my eyes out as I
get swept away in orgasmic contractions. My walls wave and wave. I
clutch my throbbing cunt and rub my clit back to a soothing state
with the heel of my hand. More dew moistens my hand. In spite of my
disarray and meltdown, I feel bouncy, and I’m so, so relieved
because I didn’t think I ever would.

“You are forgiven. Do you feel loved,
well-disciplined and bouncy, Molly?”

“Yes, dad. Thank you for punishing me.” I
don’t have a real dad. My ‘sperm donor’ left when I was four and I
haven’t seen him since. So, for a brief moment in time, I had one,
I had a dad, and he spanked me to correct me for my bad behavior.
As fucked up as this was, it worked.

“Who do you want to provide you with
aftercare, Molly?”

Aftercare.
That sounded nice. And
blissful. The pastor gave that to his wife, and it turned her into
an angel. Still in fetal position, I rasp, ‘David. David. I want
David.”

“Very well. Comfort her until she’s
satiated. Do not leave her, except to get her something to eat or
drink if she wishes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When Brent leaves the two of us and closes
the door behind him, David rubs my bottom and pussy with cream and
scoops me up into his arms and plants me in his lap. He dots my
brow and cheek with kisses. “You’re so amazing and precious. Are
you okay, Molly? I’m so sorry you had to hurt like that? Do you
need anything? Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes. Well … the one thing. The bouncy, free
feeling I wanted.”

“That’s good. What else did you want?”

I look into his eyes. “I already told you. I
already asked.”

“You’re sure? Right now? You don’t want to
recover more?”

“No, I’m so hungry for you. Do you need
aftercare? You got whacked hard yourself?

“Nah. I’m good. Doesn’t hurt at all
now.”

“Then, I want you, David. Right now. You
heard the man.
Satiate
me.” I shiver as he smiles and helps
me kneel in front of him. I assumed he’d ask for a strip, so I’m
surprised when he peels off the rest of my clothes himself. He’s
slow in his approach and full of caresses.

When I’m naked before him, delicate
fingertips trace my arm, and he follows the lines with marshmallow
kisses. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smile when he jerks forward and hikes his
shirt up from the back and slides it over his head. I snatch it and
chuck it on the floor in a ball. I rub his abs as he strips and
take great delight in watching him shed down to skin. He’s muscular
but not meat-head huge. He tugs my head down so we can kiss and
rekindle flames.

He flops me over and crushes me to the bed,
and I wrap my legs tightly around him. We rub genitals together as
our kiss goes from sweet and tame to feral and savage. After a
couple minutes of wild mauling, he curls up into a kneel over me. I
run my tongue back and forth along my bottom lip and rub his balls
with cotton-soft strokes as he rolls on a condom.

He groans and his eyes roll until that
beautiful blue disappears behind his lids. He lets me play with his
sack. “Mmm, Molly.”

“See? I told you I could baby to your nuts?
Aren’t I
really
…
nice
?”

“Very.” He laughs. Eyes still closed, he
drifts back on top of my chest. I keep fondling him between our
pelvises.

His hum in my ear and whatever he’s doing to
my asshole with his finger makes me shiver. I rock into his hand.
“Uh, David.”

“How much foreplay do you need?”

“Foreplay? We’ve been playing games all
morning. Fuck me now.”

He doesn’t hesitate to line up with my
entrance and stuff me up with a hard thrust. I’m so juicy and ready
for that.
Ah, yes!
He kisses my face, but waits and holds
still, judging my reaction maybe. My walls press tightly around
him. I cry out, “Keep going,” and seize his mouth with mine. “I’m
good.”

“Hardly,” he laughs. He picks up tempo and
pumps me so good. When we’re slicked up, he goes deep, oooo, so
deep, again and again and again. I tug him down with my legs at
each thrust. Several minutes in, he suddenly props up on his elbows
and slows waaaay down. He laces his fingers in my hair as he screws
me like a China doll. I set my feet beside his hips and lift up
into him to encourage him to move faster.

“What are you doing, David? What’s wrong? Go
faster.”

“Greedy? I’m just drinking you in.”

“My jiggling breasts you mean. Just fuck me
good and hard and fast. You can watch me latter.”

“Dirty brat. You know I’m going to be
whipping you into shape.”

“Yeah, I know. I can’t wait. And you know
I’m going to be fingering and fondling myself for your pleasure,
wherever you say.”

His eyes light up. He pulls my legs up on
his shoulders and presses down on me at an angle. I love the glint
in his eye right before he starts ramming me so hard and fast, it
makes me scream in delight and see stars.

“Yes, yes.” I grab his ass and yank him
roughly into me as I’m building, so he’s punching my cervix to the
point of pain, a pain that feels so damn good. “Ooo, fuck me, fuck.
Errr, yeah, like that.” We’re loud in our grunts and groans and
getting slicked up with sweat. “Uh, David.”

He thumbs my clit on the final stretch, and
I eagerly roll against his treat to me.

“Mmm. Uh, Dave … Ohmygod.”

He comes three seconds before I do, his face
looking so sexy, scrunched up like it is. I shoot over the pinnacle
and squeeze madly around him in contractions that flutter and buzz
in my cunt like a blast of fireworks. I drop my koala legs to
either side of him, and he collapses on top me. We laugh as we kiss
out of breath.

“Uh, that was sooo damn good. What a
perfectly beautiful fuck, Fanelli.”

“Mmm. Thank you.” He stays inside me for a
few more moments. When he pulls out and rolls off me, he peels off
the condom and ties the end.

Still breathing hard, he comes back to me
and kisses my brow … and my cheek … and my lips … and my neck.
“When’s your next session with Brent?”

“What? I don’t know. I’m not even thinking
about Brent. He helped me so much already and pointed me in the
right direction, so I don’t know that I need one. I’ll probably do
a wrap-up session to discuss what worked and what didn’t, and maybe
he can explain why I have the craving I do, but I think you can
take care of me for a while. I wanna be spanked when I’m bad. Can
you do that? Like, a lot. I get into trouble all the time and I
need … encouragement to be good and punishment when I’m not.”

“I just said I’ll be whipping you into
shape. I love painting on pink and have no problem dealing with
Trouble
… in a
really, really
…
nice
way.” He
laughs but smothers it when he jerks me into a sexy, gropey,
wrestle and roll, make out session that gets us winded within
seconds. I groan when he suddenly helps me up and hands me my
clothes. He chucks the condom in the trashcan and starts
dressing.

“Wanna go to the movies, David? I don’t have
to be to work until 5.”

“Nah. There’s nothing out that I want to
see.” My “Are you nuts?!” look tells him what I meant, and I can
see that flames of desire flare up in his eyes when it hits. “Why,
yes,
yes
, I’d
love
to go to the movies, Miss
Channing. But,
later
.” He drops an octave as he insists, “We
have other plans now. Get dressed. Leave your panties.”

Elated by his order and the hunger in his
eyes as he watches me dress, my heart starts banging against my
ribs.

Covered up in a hurry, he heads to the
window, unlocks it and spins back to focus on me again.

“What are we doing?” I say, as I twist my
skirt up.

“Sneaking out for Match 3 or 4 … or whatever
the hell we’re on now. I’m going to grope and fuck you madly in the
rain, Sweet Trouble, then bend you over on your knees in the grass
and spank your wet ass with my hand and belt. I think you could use
a little more …
encouragement.
”

I slide into my loafers. “I think you might
be right. But … what if someone sees?”

“Who the hell cares if they do?”

We both grin wide at one another, right
before he takes my hand to lead me into more trouble.

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