Taste me, Daddy novel Chapter 4

A hot asshole...

"On your stomach, Maya." he commands and pats his thighs like he used to when I was little and he was inviting me to sit on his lap for another one of his far-away-land stories; except now, it wasn't to tell me a story. "That's already twice that I've said it. You were disrespectfully off in la la land the first time. If there's a third time, I'll skip to twenty-five, Maya." he warns as he watches my face through narrowed eyes.

I swallow hard, then hurry to comply; I step forward and glance down at his thick thighs. I lick my lips, my stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies as I sit on the sofa beside him; I watch him scoot his hips all the way back to make more room for me on his lap, then I lick my lips once more and lean to my left to drape my body over his lap. I adjust myself until my stomach is on his thighs instead of squishing my boobs between us, then I scoot backward until my left hip is pressed firmly against his tight abdomen; my eyes widen when I feel myself growing wetter and I am positively horrified by that reaction.

I gasp when my Father reaches for the tight-fitting hem of my skirt; it won't budge.

"Off." he barks, then practically shoves me off of his lap.

I land hard on my knees, but the floor is carpeted. I quickly rise to my feet, my face turning blood red as I reach for the rear zipper on my pleather mini skirt. I wish that I hadn't worn the g string now, thinking that I was going to fuck my boyfriend at Shayenne's house last night only for him to pull a no-show. I blush even worse as I slide the skirt to the floor and step out of it; I know that my dampening pussy is covered by the black crotch, but the instant that I lay on my Father's lap? Full ass flashing and, Lord, if he can smell my arousal...

"Twenty five, then?" he growls in warning.

I shake my head, then hurry to place myself back on his lap as I was before.

"What the fuck are you wearing?!" he growls and grabs the tiny string at the top, near my lower back; he raises it, pulls at the string until it pops from between my plump ass cheeks. "What the fuck kind of whore panties are these?!" he demands as he pulls it even higher as if that will show him the thin straps clearer. "Who bought you this...this...ass floss?!"

I blush worse and struggle to breathe; the way he's pulling it has the front of the cloth pressing against the pulsing bundle of nerves at the top of my femininity and I'm getting even more aroused, even more wet between my legs. "I...I bought them with birthday money..." I confess because I know that he was waiting for an answer. "I thought they were sexier than the cotton briefs that I used to wear. More grown up..." I admit quietly.

His left hand grips my chin and he turns me to look up at him awkwardly. "Sexy for whom?"

My eyes widen with fear. "M-m-myself, Daddy." I stutter nervously.

"Don't lie to me, little girl!" he warns through narrowed eyes.

"I swear, Daddy!" I cry out, then I gasp when he releases his grip with both hands a second before his right hand crashes down to my right ass cheek; the slap of his palm to my bare flesh echoes like thunder in the quiet house a brief moment before the sting burns along my nerve endings to register as pain in my brain. I struggle to take my next breath, lay my palms flatly on the couch cushion above my head. Now I know that he's pissed because that spank really hurt, I know that they will ALL hurt like that or worse, and brace myself for the next slap.

"Who is he, Maya?" he demands as the second, third, fourth, and fifth spanks rain down.

I almost say him because that's that truth. I bought a shit-ton of thongs and g strings the very same day that he had spanked the adult me. I bought them hoping for another day like that, like today. Can I say that to him? Can I tell him that I bought them hoping that he would see and have access to the ass that now craves his hand against it as roughly as he's touching me now?

I gasp and close my eyes, the stinging in my ass hot while my clit pulses wildly; I squeeze my legs tighter together in the hopes of giving some much needed attention to my now needy clit. "There's nobody, Daddy, I swear!" I whisper, then gasp when I feel the next five spanks in quick succession, but on alternating cheeks. I shiver, my pussy blooming beneath the tiny triangle of cloth covering it; I've never been so wet or ashamed of myself. "I'm a virgin!"

"Don't—" spank. "—you—" spank. "—lie—" spank. "—to—" spank. "—me!" spank.

I moan and I moan quite loudly; I don't mean to, but I do it. I've always been sexually curious, but only got horny enough to start masturbating in the shower during my Father's Veteran's meetings Saturday nights a week or so after my eighteenth birthday. I was going to give my virginity to my boyfriend at Shayenne's party last night, but he pulled that no show and that was why I had gotten shitfaced.

Now it's my Daddy that's got my pussy oozing with need.

That's so wrong. That's disgusting!