Healing (General's Daughter Book 5) Page 4

  “Wow. That was so intense. I feel like my body is made up of rubber bands.”

  “Rest up for a few minutes. Thirsty?”

  “No thanks. Wow,” she exclaimed again.

  Rich stood to gather some surprises. He hummed as he flipped her restrained body to her stomach.

  “What are you doing?” she asked timidly.

  Rich ran his hand down her back. “It’s my turn now. I’m going to enjoy this to the fullest today,” he said, rubbing her perfect bottom. She shivered as his rough hand settled against the little ‘v’ at the top of her buttocks.

  “What…”

  “Shh, let me enjoy,” Rich commanded. “Close your eyes and relax.”

  “I’m scared,” she admitted.

  “Of what?”

  “The unknown.”

  “You’re safe with me. It will only hurt a little while. Keep your eyes closed,” he announced, sliding his left knee underneath her hips and adjusting her bottom under his hand. Sam held her breath, anticipating the upcoming sharp swat that easily covered the entirety of her backside. She grunted, relaxing as that same hand gently caressed the tingling flesh before reaching between her slightly spread thighs.

  “That hurt,” she complained.

  “Shh.” Another spank fell. Then another. Slowly, one by one, Rich covered her bottom with sharp, heavy smacks, each followed by caressing and teasing. Despite the pain, Sam lifted her bottom to invite more of the hard swats.

  Rich paused, satisfied with his warm up. “Now, let’s see what we can play with next. Hmm...” He walked to the foot of the bed, noticing as Sam tried to twist around to see him.

  He spanked her sharply three times. “Uh uh, I told you to keep your eyes closed,” he scolded. “Here, this will help.”

  Sam inhaled deeply as he tied a blindfold over her eyes. Something hard and cold flattened against her stinging flesh.

  “Ow!” she yipped as Rich lifted the small wood paddle and sent it down across her pinkened cheeks.

  “Hush, now. It’s not that bad. This is not a punishment paddling, baby,” he cooed, sending another ten claps to her quivering bottom. Sam tried unsuccessfully to escape the wood, squirming under the restraining hold of the cuffs. She felt his hands on her again, stimulating her to the point of begging.

  “Not yet. You have to be much redder and hotter than this before you get your reward,” Rich teased. He picked up a suede flogger, running the ends across her bottom and over her back.

  She hissed as the first thuddy, caressing lash fell. “Holy shit! That feels good!” she exclaimed, arching her bottom for him. She was covered with pink stripes when he finished, still surprised about the lack of pain.

  “You like leather, hmmm? Let’s try this.” He picked up a tawse, running the three tongues of the split leather over her thighs. She yelped as it struck, took a breath, then prepared for more. He smiled, now knowing how to please, and how to punish.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, hearing her panting.

  “I liked that flogger better. And your hand.” Sam admitted

  “How about this?” He struck her right lower cheek with a riding crop and watched as she immediately lifted her hips to greet the next several blows, finishing with feather-light rubbing.

  “One more thing. The cane,” he boldly proclaimed,

  Sam panicked, hearing it swish in the air. “No, please. Not that,” she begged, truly frightened.

  Rich caressed her shoulders and down the sides of her torso. “Yes, that. You’re not being punished. Give yourself to me,” he ordered softly. He swished the cane several times in the air before laying it down upon her trembling, red bottom. He struck her just enough to bring forth a sting, gauging her reaction by the tiny yip that squealed between her clenched teeth. He struck again, this time a little harder, and brought forth the same results. A third time, a tad more aggressive, resulted in an ‘ow’. He rubbed her gently.

  “Three more times. Real ones,” he announced. The cane fell sharply across the center of her bottom and she squealed. The next two were across her sit spots and she started to softly cry. He pulled her across his lap again and began to spank her with his hand, hard, slowly and exact. She cried gently, but did not struggle. His erection was throbbing painfully.

  He released her restraints and pushed her to her knees, bottom high in the air. Gently, he inserted himself deep into her wet and aching hole, smiling as she shoved herself backward to take him fully inside. His strokes were long, deep and slow, holding her from speeding up. He played with her clit as he held her against him, feeling her hot bottom press into his stomach and groin.

  Rich was in heaven; this perfect creature underneath him was holding nothing back with her desire for him. He flipped her to her back and lunged deep inside, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist. Gritting his teeth, he could no longer hold back and came with a loud grunt. Sam joined him, pulling him as close as she could, ankles locked in a strong wrestling hold so he couldn’t escape. Neither would ever look at that move quite the same way again.

  They finally both collapsed, Rich on top, panting. “That was incredible,” he whispered, face buried in her neck.

  Sam slowly stroked his back, eyes closed. “Uh huh. In so many dimensions.”

  “You okay?” he asked, kissing her neck.

  She purred. “Yeah. I don’t like that cane, though. Get rid of it.”

  “No way. I know what to use if you are ever really in trouble.” Rich smiled, rolling to his side.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Oh, I certainly would. You like leather, too. That’s good to know.”

  “I hate Daddy’s strap. That’s leather. And the belt.”

  “Would you rather face the belt or the ruler?”

  “Depends on who’s wielding it. The belt, I guess. It hurts longer, but isn’t as sharp. My bottom’s sore,” Sam stated, turning her back to him. Rich gently rubbed the red and slightly bruised skin; pleased to see that he’d left some small marks for her to remember. He kissed the back of her shoulders and her waist, once again working himself into an erection. He pulled her against him, her tiny body sitting perfectly in the curve of his stomach. He took her gently from behind, pulling her left leg over his. He came once more, pulling her tight as he did. She purred again.

  They napped for a while, naked in each other’s arms. The sun was starting to set when they wakened, made love again and then rose lazily to go downstairs.

  “I’ll phone in for Chinese. Go sit in the hot tub,” Rich said, picking up the telephone. He watched her naked body as she gracefully walked outside and slid into the hot water. After quickly giving his order, he rushed to join her. “They’ll be here in an hour. How are you doing?”

  “Good,” she murmured, snuggling in his arms.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  “I did. I want to do that again. I won’t be so afraid next time.”

  “I have more things to play with, too. You okay with all that?”

  “It was exciting, dangerous, forbidden. I’m an adrenaline junky, remember? You can even go a little more once I get worked up.” Sam giggled, chewing underneath his chin. His face was rough and in need of a shave. The shadow gave him a bad boy look and she felt herself wanting him again. She turned to face him, straddling his lap and reaching down to hold his large, but relaxed, penis.

  “I want you again,” Sam boldly announced.

  Rich chuckled. “My greedy little girl. Honey, guys can’t go forever like girls can. You need to give me time to recoup.”

  “How much time?”

  “After the amount we had today? A couple of hours, at least. I am more than happy to take care of you, though,” he offered, stroking her gently and inserting a finger deep into her canal.

  She started to move up and down on it, grinning. “Not quite the same, although I love your mouth.”

  He hoisted her to the edge of the tub, spread her legs and began to kiss and eagerly suck her throbbing
clit, and bringing her to climax within seconds. Rich rested his head on her inner thigh, stroking her stomach as she lay back on the deck; him still in the tub. “My little nympho. You’re so easy to please.”

  “You are incredible. Do you, well, would you like me to do that to you?”

  “On occasion. I prefer to cum either here.” He inserted his finger into her vagina. “Or here,” he said as he slowly inserted another finger into her anus.

  She tensed for a moment, and then relaxed. “I don’t know how to take you there. It’s, well, different.”

  “I’ll work you up to it, I promise. If you want, that is.”

  “I want. I think I would like it. I mean, it feels good with your finger. It’s just, well, embarrassing.”

  “Did your daddy ever take your temperature rectally?” Rich asked, pulling her back into the tub.

  She shrugged. “When I was little. Before they invented the digital thermometers. I hated it too, I remember fighting with him. I’m not a very good patient.”

  “We’ll have to play doctor sometimes. I warned you, I’m into some kinky stuff.” Rich snickered, holding her close and stroking her nipple.

  “How bad?” She looked worried.

  “Nothing too serious, I swear. The worse would be anal play. That might require an enema.”

  “Gross.”

  “Nah, I’ll give you privacy,” he chuckled, enjoying the shocked look on her face. “I’m surprised you’re shy about that. It doesn’t seem like your brother cares about your bathroom privacy.”

  “He potty trained me and he never hangs around for that. I-I’ll have to get used to the idea, that’s all.”

  “We’re not in any hurry. How about you? Do you have any fantasies you would like to share or act out?”

  “I do have one. But it doesn’t make much sense,” she admitted.

  “Don’t be ashamed. That’s the beauty of fantasy; it doesn’t have to make sense. Share.”

  “Rape.”

  “Even after the incident?”

  “Since the incident. Kidnapping, vulnerability and being taken, but not harmed. Daddy would send me to a therapist if he knew.”

  “Honey, that is totally normal. Most women have rape fantasies. It’s not the situation, but the fact they have no control. Much the way you felt when I restrained you.”

  “Yeah, I was scared, but it also allowed me to stop fighting and focus.”

  “See? How about role play?”

  “My life is nothing but role play,” Sam sighed.

  The doorbell rang and Rich went to answer the door after wrapping a towel around himself, leaving Sam in the tub. He suspected that she felt good, complete and more than a little bratty. He did not see as she pulled herself out of the tub, giving the delivery man an eyeful of her perfect body.

  Rich turned in response to the man’s widening eyes just in time to see her feet ducking below the rail. He bit his cheek, quickly thanking the guy and closing the door. What was she up to? After placing the food on the table, he went down to the private dock and looked around. She was leaning on a rock inside the inlet, naked and looking very much the mermaid.

  “Samantha Anne! Come over here this instant!” he ordered, hands on his hips.

  Sam stuck out her lip. “But, Daddy, I was just swimming.”

  Oh, so that was her game! Rich frowned. “I will count to three, young lady! One… Two…”

  “Oh, all right. I’m coming,” she grumbled, diving into the water and swimming over to him. She popped her head up to look at him innocently.

  Rich pointed to the dock. “Up here now. How many times have I told you not to go swimming naked?”

  “I dunno.”

  “I see. And how many times have I told you not to take off without asking me?”

  “A few, Daddy.” She pretended to look remorseful.

  He popped her backside with a smack. “Get upstairs and hose off. You and I are going to have a long talk after dinner.”

  Sam ran upstairs, still naked, and hiding the grin on her face. She rinsed off in the shower outside and wrapped a towel around her body, waiting for Rich to join her.

  “You are in so much trouble, little girl. Do you call that appropriate clothing? Go put something on.”

  “But I’m comfortable,” she whined.

  Rich frowned, lifting her towel and spanking her wet bottom three times as he held her up with one arm. She shrieked, trying to protect herself. “Do as I tell you. Now!”

  She ran upstairs, rubbing her bottom. Was he supposed to actually hurt her when they played? She slipped on a tee shirt and panties, and then thoughtfully added a pair of shorts.

  Rich sat her down to eat dinner, watching her with amusement as she submerged herself in the role of brat. But then, the only difference was who played her daddy, as well as the blatant defiance. She would never dare that with either of her parents.

  “Eat your dinner, young lady. I am so disappointed in you.”

  “Get over it, Daddy. I know how to swim.”

  “You’re really pushing me, aren’t you? How dare you speak to me with that tone of voice?” Rich answered.

  She shrugged. “You don’t scare me. You need to stop treating me like I’m a kid.”

  “We’ll see about that. Are you done? Go stand in that corner, now.”

  “No.” She defied him.

  For a moment, Rich felt a flash of anger, then reminded himself that they were playing. He also knew that she would never speak to her real father in that manner. “I will be right back. If you are not in that corner, you will have a serious price to pay,” Rich commanded, turning to go upstairs and get dressed. He put on jeans, a polo shirt, sneakers and his leather belt. It would be needed tonight, for sure.

  He came down and, sure enough, she was on the couch, watching TV. “I told you to do something, young lady!” he bellowed.

  Sam gulped, reminding herself that they were playing. He was scary, though. She wouldn’t want to meet him in that mode for real. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m 18!” she shouted.

  Rich stormed over to her, pulled her up and forced her to face him. “I can and will tell you what to do. I’m your father, you will show me respect,” he said into her face, softening his hold on her arm.

  She tried not to look scared, but his acting abilities were too convincing. “Let me go!”

  “I will not let you go. You are going to get a good bare bottomed spanking for acting like a little, spoiled brat!” he informed her, placing her easily across his knees. He slowly pulled her shorts and panties down to expose her still red bottom pecked with some bruises.

  “You can’t do this!” She kicked, squirmed and fought to be released.

  He held her tightly and moved his knee so her bottom was high in the air. “You are a very bad little girl,” he scolded as he started to spank her. “Very naughty and very disrespectful. I don’t know what to do with you anymore.”

  He spanked her harder, measuring her reaction with how far he could go. She started to whimper, but still called him names – things that would never dare come out of her mouth if she were in real trouble. “I can’t believe the rude things coming from your mouth. You were raised better than this. Must I take of my belt?”

  “Fuck you,” she hissed, giving him permission. He held her tightly, unbuckling the belt and slipping it from his jeans. She kicked and struggled more, pushing her bottom high in the air to make a better target. Rich grinned. His little pain slut.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl. Needing a spanking because you’re so disrespectful. Shame on you.” He began to strap her lightly with the belt. She swore at him, provoking him to go harder. He met her challenge

  She finally stopped fighting, in tears and very sore. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered, clutching his legs.

  Rich put the belt down, running his hand over her welted bottom. She sure took a lot in play. It surprised him. “Go stand in the corner and think about how bad you’ve been.”

/>   “Yes, sir,” she sniffed, obeying.

  Rich put his belt back on, leaning on the couch to watch her. He had her stand there for ten minutes, and then called her back over. “Samantha? Are we going to have an improvement in your behavior for now on?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She climbed into his lap and started kissing him.

  “I gather I’m not Daddy anymore.” He kissed her back.

  She rubbed her aching backside into his lap. “Make love to me. Please.”

  “No, you were just punished for being a bad little girl. Bad little girls don’t get to cum,” Rich teased.

  “You’re mean,” she grumbled.

  Rich hugged her. “Nah, just tired still. You exhaust me. Have fun?”

  “Yeah. I’ve never done that before.”

  “Role-played?”

  “No, pretending to mouth off at my father like that. He would have killed me.” She giggled.

  “I’m sure you’ve wanted to at times.”

  “Hell, yeah, but I’m not stupid. I’m still hungry. Anymore shrimp left?”

  “In the kitchen. I’ll join you.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Mike, this is so nice. I think it’s the first time we’ve really been able to just hang out and not worry about time or anything,” Jen murmured against Michael’s bare chest. They’d just finished an afternoon of torrid lovemaking in the romantic, and very private, cottage Michael had rented for them in Julian.

  “This is nice. My family tends to be very active. It’s hard to find quiet time in our home.”

  “Your dads would leave us alone; Sam, though…” Jen giggled.

  “Is Sam. You’ve discovered that she pushes in areas that you give the greatest opposition, right? If you pretend it doesn’t bother you, she’ll find something else.”

  “I adore her. Mike? I was wondering if you, well…”

  “Anything. What do you need, hon?”

  “I want you to meet my family. Would you fly to Kentucky with me? Just for a couple of days.”

  “Sure. When do you want to go?”

  “Really? You mean it?”

  “Absolutely. I need to put in some leave time. The folks have tons of frequent flyer miles too, so we can get some decent seats. Will I need to rent a car?”