"Daddy, I've been naughty."
I looked at my watch. Right on time.
"Yes, Sweetie?" I asked, as I picked up the remote and switched off the television.
Natalie walked past the kitchen and into the room. She was wearing just a black silk camisole and panties that matched. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back from her face with several bowed barrettes. She stood in front of me, her hands folded in front of her thighs and her eyes on the ground.
"Daddy, I've been naughty," she repeated.
I patted my right knee twice, and she climbed onto the couch on my right side, kneeled over me, and then lay down on my lap, her bottom thrust into the air right in front of me. I placed my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand on her thigh, my fingers curling over between her legs.
"What did you do today?" I asked, stroking her thigh lightly.
"I was thinking about your hard penis this morning on the subway, remembering how nice it was to feel it in my throat, and I missed my stop."
"Yes?" I prodded her for more, touching her higher on her legs, which she spread a little for me.
"I had to walk back four blocks. And while I was walking, I was thinking about how good your hard penis felt in my pussy last night, and I almost stepped off the curb in front of a taxi."
"Sweetie, you should be more careful," I admonished her, the fingers of my right hand now tracing small circles on her firm, lovely ass.
"I was late for work, but no one noticed, I think."
"Is that all?" I asked as my fingers dipped between her thighs, tickling her warm, plump labia through her panties.
"No. I teased the cute summer intern today."
"You did? What did you do to him?" I pressed my middle finger into the crease in her vulva. Her pussy was slippery inside.
"Not him, her. She just started two weeks ago, and she is really pretty. Her name is Amy. I rubbed against her backside in the breakroom. She was standing, facing the sink, and when I reached around her to get a coffee cup, I pressed against her. She has a really nice bottom."
That was surprising. "What did she do then?" I asked.
"She didn't do anything. She just froze until I stepped away. When she turned to see who I was, I smiled at her and made small talk, like nothing happened."
"That's very bad, Sweetie. You could get in trouble."
"Is that all?" I asked her again. I pressed my knuckles into her, the wet silk sliding over her skin. She ground her pussy into my hand.
"No, Daddy. After that, I went back to my cubicle and played with myself."
"Sweetie, I told you not to do that again."
"I can't help myself, Daddy. Besides, no one noticed," Natalie explained.
"Yet," I warned her. She didn't say anything. She just rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy against my open palm, my thumb resting between her cheeks. "Anything else? No? So, how many do you think are appropriate?" I asked her.
"Um, ten, Daddy?"
"Yes, I suppose that's enough. Take down your underpants, Sweetie."
Natalie raised her bottom up, reached back with both hands, and pushed her panties over her hips and half way down her thighs.
"Please keep count," I said. I smacked her left butt cheek, not very hard, but hard enough for it to sting for a moment.
I smacked her right cheek, again just hard enough to smart. The pale skin of her left butt cheek was starting to turn pink.
I alternated spanking her left and right as she counted. By ten she was dripping wet, her pussy nectar staining my slacks. By sixteen, both butt cheeks were rosy pink and hot, and her hands were balled into little fists, tucked next to her shoulders, as she raised her ass for each blow. By twenty, she was panting and ready to come.
"All done, Sweetie. Shall I finish you off?" I asked her.
"Please, yes Daddy!"
I slid my fingers down and through her hot vulva, picking up her slick honey, and smeared it around her hard, pink clit. I trapped the little pearl between my index and middle fingers and rubbed back and forth and in small circles. She started climaxing almost immediately, her cute bottom humping the air, gasping for breath as her legs and tummy spasmed. I kept going until she reached back over her ass and pulled my hand away.
"That's enough, Daddy," she pleaded.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy."
She lay on me, grinding herself slowly against my cock, which had started getting hard when she first lay down over me. It was throbbing now.
"Shall I take care of you, Daddy?" Natalie asked me.
"If you wish."
"I do. I want to suck your hard penis, Daddy," she told me.
"Whatever you want, Sweetie."
Natalie pulled up her underwear, raised herself up and climbed off me. I kicked off my slippers and spread my legs as she kneeled between them. She unfastened my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. She grabbed my erection in her small, soft hand and sucked the swollen tip into her mouth, her lips closing around the corona, while her other hand played gently with my heavy testicles. She began sliding down and backing off, her tongue tickling random patterns on the underside of my stiff prick. She took my rod deeper each time, and when her cute nose was nestled against my pubes, my cock lodged deep in her throat, she looked up at me, smiling with her eyes. I was shaking with the effort of holding back my orgasm, barely daring to breath, but I knew she wanted me to come now.
"Okay, Sweetie," I whispered.
She slid backward, the mushroom head of my shaft withdrawing from her clasping throat and I came, my belly heaving, a gushing torrent of jism spilling out of my loins into her hot mouth, deflecting off the tongue she had pressed against my pisshole. She swallowed it all, still sucking the cream from my cock and bathing it with her raspy tongue as I slowly softened inside her.
When she was satisfied that there was nothing left to clean, she let me drop from her mouth, my penis slapping wetly against my thigh.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said.
"Thank you, Sweetie," I replied, "Please try to be better tomorrow."
Natalie was my fiance'e. We'd both moved to the city only a few months before, after she graduated from college and I finished my MBA at the same school. I discovered her enthusiasm for an occasional spanking not along after we started dating. But this game was new, though it had been going on now for almost as long as we'd been in our new apartment. Not that I was complaining; the sex was fantastic! With interesting new jobs, a shared first home, and a wonderful love life, I think we were both having the time of our lives.
Her nightly stories of naughtiness got us both charged up. I had no idea how much was true - I suspected that they all had a kernel of truth, though. For example, there probably was a pretty summer intern name Amy, but I bet Natalie didn't actually touch her, and I bet she didn't really masturbate at work, especially in a cubicle! And as for calling me "Daddy?" That made me uncomfortable at first, but she assured it was only because the taboo made her feel especially sexy and naughty. Of course, I had spent a lot of time with my future father-in-law over the couple of years and I had no reason to doubt her.
"Daddy, I've been naughty."
As I clicked off the television, I looked over to the kitchen hallway, where Natalie stood.
Natalie was wearing a tight, pink baby-T. It came down to just above her belly button. Her pretty, cone-shaped tits pressed against the thin fabric, her nipples easily apparent. She had on a tiny white cotton G-string as well. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail that rested high on her head.
She padded over to me, her bare feet making scarcely a sound on the hardwood floor. She stood before me, her hands folded together in front of her pale, lean thighs.
"Daddy, I've been naughty," she said again.
I patted my right knee, and she lay down as usual. I began caressing the back of her legs, high up on her thighs.
"What did you do today?" I asked.
"After you left for work, I started missing you. I took one of your T-shirts out of the hamper and rubbed it against my pussy until I orgasmed."
"That's not naughty, Kitten."
"It made late for work again, Daddy," she continued.
"Oh. Is that all?"
"No. I got bored at work and started thinking about the taste of penis and your come last night. You have yummy come, Daddy. So I went to the bathroom and played with myself until I orgasmed, again."
"That's better than doing it at your desk, Kitten."
"I don't think you're finished yet, are you?"
"No, Daddy. When I came out of the ladies room, I saw the cute intern, Amy, making copies. When she left the copy room, I sneaked in and took my wet panties off and placed them on the copier glass. Then I went back to my cubicle and called her over and asked her to copy some reports for me."
"Yes. I'm pretty sure she found them, Daddy. She didn't say anything when she brought me the reports, but no one else had been in the copy room," Natalie said.
"That's very bad, Kitten. Is that all?" By this time I was freely rubbing her hot little pussy through the small strip of fabric covering her vulva as she rocked against me.
"No, Daddy. The panties I put on the copier? I lost them. I'm sorry, they were the little blue thong ones that you got me. That's all, though."
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