Page 2 of D*cked By Daddy

“What does it mean, Daddy?”

He grins, a look that holds a lot of fun promises.

“Punishment.”

Another three hours of driving later and we’re finally at the cabin. We decided to come up a few days earlier than everyone else so that we could have some alone time before my kids show up. I was a little worried when I started my birthday week off with a fight between me and Holly.

But after talking it out with her, I understand where I went wrong. And she understands that she needs to communicate just a little better so that I can work on solving the problem and making sure it doesn’t happen again.

And she’s back to her normal self now, laughing at my jokes and talking about how excited she is for the cooler mountain weather and all the colors of the changing leaves. I’m excited as well. I would move up here if I could leave the bar behind. The further away from people I am, the happier I am.

“Hard to believe next time we’re here, we’ll be getting married on that gorgeous deck, right?” she asks as she takes a deep breath of the fresh air.

The old cabin has had a lot of updates since I bought it, including a huge back deck that juts out into the forest and over the drop-off behind the house. The backdrop to where we say our vows will just be a ton of trees, hopefully heavily covered in snow.

“Everyone is going to freeze,” I joke as I drag our bags out of the trunk.

“That’s why we have the blankets!” She grabs her duffel bag and eagerly runs up the front porch, unlocking and throwing open the door and running straight to the fireplace. It’s not that cold outside, maybe sixty-five, but my girl is a sucker for anything comfy and fall, so I let her start it up.

I don’t rent the house out while I’m not here like a lot of people do up here. I don’t want to worry about people breaking things or sleeping on my beds. So the house smells a little musty from being closed up for most of the summer. But once we open some windows and get our stuff carried in, we’ll get rid of it.

But right now, that’s honestly the last thing on my mind. Holly has a punishment coming — or a funishment as she calls them. I had intended to have her a panting, mewling mess by the time we got up here, but our little disagreement ruined that for us. And I can’t wait to get my toys out and get her tied up on that bed.

I think about how exactly I want her punishment to go as we both carry in all the groceries, her blanket she can’t sleep without, and the rest of our clothes. She unpacks quickly, getting all of the groceries put away and our stuff in the bedroom.

While she’s putting her things in drawers, I walk up behind her and let my hands move up her ass and around her hips. Skirting up her stomach and over her breasts, she moans and leans back into me. I kiss her hair, her ear, and down her neck until she rolls that ass back into my crotch. I’m already half-hard, and I’m going to be full mast soon if she keeps this up.

“Are you ready for your punishment, baby girl?” I ask as I pull her hair to the side, exposing her neck to my mouth. The view from here is one of my favorites because all I can see is her cleavage and the soft rolls of her hips.

“What’s my punishment this time, Daddy?” she asks, spinning to face me and pinning those pitiful eyes on me.

“I was thinking a little rope, a couple toys, and maybe some spanking to round it all out. What do you think?” She smiles up at me, and I’m struck for the millionth time at how beautiful she is. How lucky am I that I get to spend the rest of my life with this woman? What did I do to deserve her?

As an answer, she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor at our feet. She takes a step back from me and unbuttons her jeans before shaking her hips as she pushes them down her long legs.

She’s wearing a black cotton sports bra and high-rise underwear that accentuate her hips and those sexy-as-sin dips right above her thighs. She could wear all the sexy lingerie in the world and I think I’d still prefer her like this—simple and real and so fucking beautiful.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“Yes, I am.” I take another second to look her over. “Get on the bed.”

She walks over slowly, letting her hips and ass sway as she does. And when she crawls onto the bed, she makes sure her ass and thighs are the only thing I see. She gets to the middle and lays her face down on the blankets and leaves her ass in the air.

“Stay there, princess.”

She wiggles her ass but otherwise stays still. I dig out the things I want from our bags, and the rope I leave here in the closet. My dick is hard as a rock with the anticipation. I love tying her up, taking my time as I run my fingers over her skin with each loop of the rope.

“Okay, baby girl,” I say as I move onto the bed behind her. “First, I think, we fill you up. What do you think?”

I slowly pull her panties down over her ass and thighs, taking them the rest of the way off as she lifts one leg after the other. Pushing between her legs, I run my nose up her thigh until I can run my tongue through her slit. She’s already wet for me, and I tease her clit until she’s moaning and pushing back against my face.

“First,” I tell her as I pull back and grab the little silicone butt plug. “Let’s get this nice and wet so that it slips in easily for you.”

After sliding it through her slit and pumping it inside of her a few times, the plug is slippery with her arousal. When I push the tip inside of her, she whimpers, and I can tell she tries to relax so that it goes in more easily. It takes a few tries, but eventually, it’s inside of her, the cute little gem sitting comfortably between her cheeks.

“And your favorite,” I murmur, kissing her ass. “Relax for me, baby girl.”

It’s always a tight fit, and I have to go slow as I push the bright pink Lush inside of her pussy. She’s whining and moaning as I work it inside of her, playing with her clit while I do. With one final push, it’s in. Falling forward a bit, she groans, and her thighs clench together.

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