Authors: Jordan Silver
Pulling my pants up I walked away
leaving her a whimpering quivering mess.
"Don't leave this room for the
rest of the day, I'll see to my kids, you stay in here and figure out where the
fuck you went wrong." I slammed the door shut and walked away.
Believe it or not, I knew that would
hurt her more than the spanking did.
She stayed in the room for the rest
of the day, I heard her call out for me a few times but I ignored her ass; let
her stew, I was pissed way the fuck off, some dick was flirting with my fucking
wife over the Internet. Not gonna happen.
Every once in a while I could hear
her crying through the door but I didn't let that soften me up, I'm protecting
her from predators out there and she's letting them in through cyber space.
I'd sent that smarmy little fuck a
message letting him know that I'd boil his balls in motor oil if he contacted
my wife again. Guess that's the last we'd be hearing from him.
I walked into the room a few hours
before the boys were due to be picked up. She was curled up in a ball in the
middle of the bed.
"You ready to tell me what you
did wrong?" She sat up slowly, her face red and splotchy from crying.
"I joined the group without
permission."
"And!"
"And I opened myself up
to...lewd suggestions from strange men." She sulked and pouted which made
me soften a little. I could never resist my little girl's pouty lip.
"Come 'ere." I lifted her
chin with my fingertips and looked into her eyes. Brushing the hair back from
her forehead, I kissed her lips softly.
" I love you." She reached
her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly to her.
"I'm sorry daddy."
"I know you are, I just worry
about you and the boys getting hurt, it's my job to protect you, but I can't do
that if you do things like that behind my back, do you understand?"
"Uh huh." She sniffled.
"Now let me look at you."
She laid on her stomach with a pillow
under her hips.
Damn, her ass was a red mess. I went
to the bathroom and got the ointment and a warm wet cloth.
After cleaning her up I applied the
salve to her ass cheeks.
"Lift a little." She canted
her hips and I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs, she was still a little red
and swollen, but not as bad as before.
"Does it hurt still?"
"Not so much now."
I dug two fingers into the tub of
ointment then changed my mind. Wiping them off in the wet cloth, I took her
hips in my hands gently, being careful not to touch her welts.
I raised her pussy to my mouth and
licked her from behind.
"Oooohhhh...." With my nose
buried between her ass cheeks I licked and sucked her pussy until her juices
started flowing onto my tongue.
"Does this hurt?"
"Uhm, but it feels so good,
don't stop."
"Tell daddy what you want little
girl."
"Eat my little pussy...eat me till
I cream all over your face."
I growled in her pussy as her words
went straight to my dick, it was stiff and ready but not yet, I wanted more of
her sweet pussy juice in my mouth first.
I ate and sucked her until she tore
at the sheets, begging me to take her.
"Your little pussy is too
red."
"Fuck me fuck me fuck
me..."
I plunged my fingers back into the
ointment, put them deep inside her, coating her insides, then I greased up my
stiff cock just to be on the safe side and eased into her doggie style.
"Kneel on the bed baby, I don't
want to put too much pressure on your ass."
She climbed up with me stuck inside
her pussy.
"Fuck my cock, take as much or
as little as you need." She took me in to the hilt.
"Yes…yes…yes...uhmm...."
She fucked back at me hard being careful not to slam her hips too hard into
mine.
"Does it hurt babygirl?"
"So good, harder, I love it,
hurt your naughty pussy."
Huh, I'll have to be careful, there
was a time in the beginning when she'd gotten to like her spankings so much
that she started doing shit on purpose just so I would punish her, until I
caught on to her tricks and put a stop to it.
When her punishments became
banishment to our room for the day with no contact from me, she'd got her act
together.
Although I'm boning her that in no
way meant that her punishment was lifted, but at least I accept that it wasn't
entirely her fault.
"You want daddy to finish in
your pussy?"
"Yes please."
"Make me cum."
She reached between her legs, took my
nuts in her palm and rolled them while squeezing me with her cunt.
"Fuuuuuuckkkkk." I grabbed
her hair and pulled hard my hand squeezing her throat as I spurted my hot cum
into her throbbing pussy, over and over again, until there was nothing left.
I kissed her nape and ran my hand
down to the small of her back.
"Sleep."
She crawled to the head of the bed
and collapsed. By the time I reached the door she was out cold.
Poor baby, it's been a while since
she got her ass whipped, hopefully she would keep her little ass quiet for the
next little while and not give me reason for a repeat performance anytime soon.
"Mommy, daddy says it's time for
dinner sleepy head."
I awoke to the boys jumping on the
bed trying to wake me up.
How long have I been asleep? The
bedside clock said five o'clock I'd slept for almost three hours. Thankfully
Roderick had covered me with a sheet sometime after I’d fallen asleep.
"Give mommy hugs and
kisses."
They fell on me, my little kissing
monsters.
"How was school?"
Little Michael and James talked over
each other in excitement as they filled me in on their busy day at school. Then
of course we had to have our tickle fight which mommy always lost.
"Come on you three, dinner's
ready." Roderick came to the doorway wiping his hands on a dishtowel.
I gave him a big smile of thanks I
understood that he was showing me a kindness by lifting the ban so to speak.
"Boys go wash your hands and get
ready for dinner.
"Okay daddy." They ran to
do his bidding. He came over and touched my forehead, checking for fever I
guess.
"How do you feel?"
"Much better, the ointment and
the nap helped."
"I'll put some more on before
bed, come to dinner."
"Okay."
"Simone...do not under any
circumstances Interact with anyone over the internet no matter who it is, or
who they say they are, it's very dangerous. I know you don't understand but
trust me, there's a reason I live the way I do, there's a reason for my
paranoia as you call it. What might seem like an innocent occurrence can
sometimes become deadly. I took you Simone, I make no apologies for that,
because with one look you captivated me, but had I been of a different mind,
had I been a monster, how do you think this would've turned out?
I'm not going to apologize for
thrashing you, you know I won't, and if you put yourself in that kind of danger
again I will do the same, you know this too, do you understand?"
"Yes." My voice was small
and childlike.
"Any questions?"
"Uhm...." I bit my tongue,
how do I say this without getting myself in deeper shit?
Roderick in no way mistreats me,
neither is he abusive, in fact he's far from it, but when he gets pissed or
more to the point, scared, he can lose his shit. I should know I've got the ass
whippings to prove it. So how do I tell him how I feel without turning this
into a major issue?
"Simone?"
"Can we talk about it after we
put the boys to bed?"
He looked at me for a long minute
before nodding his assent.
"Fine, let's go eat."
"What did you make?"
"Your favorite of course."
"Whew, vegetable lasagna, thank
you daddy."
I got a hug and kiss before we headed
out to get the boys.
Dinner was boisterous fun, Roderick
and I like to interact with the kids while we eat, in an appropriate manner of
course, there was no chewing and talking at the same time, but conversation is
plentiful with two four-year-olds who were full of stories and a million and
one questions about everything under the sun. There was lots of 'mommy guess
what' and daddy did you know?'
Roderick was really great with them I
liked to watch him, his patience and understanding so completely different from
my father's.
I bathed the boys and got them ready
for bed while Roderick took his shower. I was in bed under the covers by the
time he was finished. It got dark early up here this time of year, by seven it
would be pitch black, we would either watch TV or read but I knew we needed to
have this conversation so I left my book sitting on the nightstand.
"You ready to talk little
girl?"
"Yes daddy."
"Go ahead."
I fidgeted a little because although
Roderick has always maintained that we could discuss anything I've never really
questioned his authority before.
"Uhm...it's just that...I didn't
deliberately go looking for that Sam guy...."
"Is this the first time some guy
tried to talk to you on there?"
"Uh...." Shit, I knew I
should've left well enough alone.
"No....." My voice was
barely above a whisper.
"And how did you handle it the
last time?"
"I just ignored it."
"And did he stop?"
"Eventually yes."
"This group you're in, do you
know anyone there personally have you ever met any of
them?"
"Of course not."
"How do you know they are who
they say they are?"
I shrugged my shoulders; this is not
going at all the way I expected it to.
"Do you remember about ten years
ago? You might've been too young to remember but it made international news,
there was a young girl that went missing. Her family begged and pleaded for
weeks, the media was all over the story because the girl came from a very
influential family."
I did not have a good feeling about
this. I wanted to stop him before he went any further but that train had
already left the station and I just knew he was about to tell me something
horrible.
"The police, the FBI, every
possible government agency was called in, money was no object, with all those
resources there was nothing to be done, she disappeared without a trace.
Finally a cyber task force took over, when they took her PC apart they found
all these emails and private messages between her and an unknown man.
It took them months to piece it
together but by then it was too late, she'd been dead since the first week
she'd been taken. That thirteen year-old girl was my sister Janet, she met her
predator in a chat room where she'd been meeting other kids and sharing
information, you're an adult, you're not a thirteen year-old girl, but you're my
wife and I'll be damned if the same thing will happen to you."
"Oh my gosh, oh daddy, I'm so
sorry." I hugged him as tight as I've ever hugged him before, my heart
breaking into a million pieces for him, for his remembered pain.
That answered a lot; though I always
suspected it had to be something horrible that had sent him running from
civilization, I’d never imagined something like this. He hardly ever spoke of
his past and his contact with his family was minimal at best. Now I understood
why he was so overprotective so anal about our security, it's a good thing I
didn't mind being hidden away up here, had I been one for big city lights and
the party scene we would have major issues.
Now with this new revelation it was a
wonder he even let me near the computer at all.
"I promise to be careful I won't
talk to people on there."
"You can talk Simone, just not
about personal things and definitely no fucking flirting there's no difference
between flirting on there or in person as far as I'm concerned.
You're no longer a prisoner here, you
can come and go as you please...okay maybe that's stretching the truth a little
bit, but you know what I mean, you have your freedom, but if you put yourself
in danger I'm not going to handle it very well, call it paranoia call me
domineering, whatever makes you happy, but I will never stop taking care of you
and if that means you get an ass whipping every once in a while, then so be it.
Are we clear?"