Sold as a Mail Order Bride

Dan Chapter 21

I think I’m still gonna have to punish you. If you are OK with that.’ ‘Punish me?’ ‘Well, discipline, really.’ Time to take a big risk. Get this wrong, and it could be the biggest mistake of my life. ‘If I am gonna be your Daddy, I need to know that you are gonna obey my rules.’ Her cheeks flush pink. ‘You are already my Daddy,’ she says. ‘Feels like you have been since we met.’ I try to hide the happiness welling up in me. ‘Then that makes it even worse that you broke a rule.’

‘What is the discipline going to be, Daddy?’ she whispers. ‘I am gonna have to spank you.’ She looks scared, but I am sure she is playing around. ‘Will it hurt?’ ‘If I am doing it right. And I always do it right. Are you OK with this? You do not have to do it. Only if y—’ ‘I want to,’ she says, quickly. ‘Really badly I want to.’ She is nodding. ‘I deserve it. I was naughty.’ I fight the urge to chuckle. ‘Well, alright. Then you better come with me.’

I walk over to the side of the lake and there is a huge tree stump — easily big enough for me to sit down on. I walk over to it, and Karen follows behind. My heart is thumping. I can’t believe this is happening. I can not believe she is into this. I sit down on the tree trunk and gesture to my lap. ‘Bend over.’ ‘But your shorts are soaking. I am gonna get wet.’ She says. ‘You are gonna get wet no matter what,’ I growl. She bites her lip. Then she bends over my lap.

‘You know, this morning when you came off the plane wearing a skirt, I did not think it was the best gear for flying,’ I say. ‘But now I can definitely see the benefit.’ I slowly pull the skirt up her soft legs, revealing the smooth skin beneath. She is trembling as I pull it all the way up. She is wearing a tiny little thong. Pink and tight, practically disappearing between her legs. The sight of the split peach of her ass makes my c*ck twitch with desire. I feel it filling with blood, hardening, pushing straight up. If she cannot feel it already, she will feel it soon.

‘Daddy,’ she whispers, ‘I’m nervous.’ ‘Don’t be,’ I say. ‘You’ll be OK, and if you’re good, we won’t ever need to do this again.’ ‘Mmmhmm.’ ‘Choose a safe word,’ I say. ‘You know, something that wouldn’t come up in the normal talk.’ ‘Ummm, what about… rainbow?’

As I rest my hand on the perfect skin of her ass, my c**k’s going berserk beneath her. All I can think about is bending her over this stump and burying my d**k in her p***y. But now’s not the time. ‘Ready, Baby Girl?’ I ask. She makes a small sound of agreement. I bring my hand up, and let it strike down upon her bare skin. After she receives her twenty smacks I tell her, ‘Well done.’  ‘You took your discipline like a good girl.’ ‘Thank you. I did my best.’ She says sweetly.

I pause for a moment. I don’t want to get off. I don’t want this to end. My c**k nudges her again, getting thicker and bigger, more and more threatening. ‘I think you deserve a treat,’ I say finally. ‘A treat?’ ‘For being such a good girl. For saying thank you to Daddy. For not complaining. Now, you promise that you’re never gonna leave my sight again? ‘I promise.’ She replies. She squirm again, trying to push her p***y down onto my c*ck. ‘In that case, Daddy’s gonna help you out.’ I tell her. ‘Help me with what?’ She says. ‘With that naughty little p***y of yours.’ I rest my hands on her ass again. I squeeze gently, applying the lightest of pressure. ‘Please,’ she groans.

I walk my strong fingers up and tuck them under the waistband of her thong. I tug down, and I feel the tiny scrap of fabric come away. ‘You’re so f*****g wet, Karen.’ My voice is almost a growl. ‘For you,’ she whispers. ‘It’s all for me, isn’t it?’ I gently push the tip of a finger against her opening, parting her lips. I feel them come apart, and I sigh with satisfaction.

‘I’m in charge,’ he says. ‘This goes at my pace, you understand?’ ‘Yes, Daddy.’

‘Good.’ I carry on, slowly — agonizingly slowly — pushing into her. Karen wants it so fast. But I am in control. I pull out, then grab her inner thighs, gently pushing her legs apart.‘That’s better,’ I say. ‘I can see your beautiful p***y now.’ It makes her blush to think of me looking at her like this. ‘You think it’s beautiful?’ she asks, quietly. ‘She’s f*****g gorgeous,’ I say. ‘Like a supermodel.’ I trail my fingers up and down her p***y. She trembles at my touch. ‘These beautiful lips. Her sweet little mouth.’ I dip a fingertip into her, and she squirms with pleasure. 

I start to explore her, sliding my fingers in and out of her willing p***y, stretching her wide with each thrust. She moans every time I go deeper, matching my movements with sounds so private she didn’t even know she was making them. ‘Why does that feel so good?’ She asks. ‘Because it’s me,’ I reply. ‘And you belong to me.’I rub her clit. I f**k her p***y with my fingers. Below, my c**k prods up. It would be so easy for me to slip my shorts off. To slide that thick meaty rod into her. I am in control here. 

Then, I flick a careful finger over her clit. She gasps in surprise, squirms against me. But I don’t stop. I thrust in and circles her clit, increasing in speed and confidence. ‘Daddy,’ she gasps. ‘If you keep going…’ ‘You c*m when I tell you,’ I say. ‘And not a moment before. Do you understand? ’ ‘Yes, Daddy,’ she whimpers. I reach back, grabs her ass with my other hand, knead her flesh as I finger-f***s her harder. 

‘Wait,’ I say, as she pants. I push a second finger into her. She yelps. ‘Please Daddy, let me cum.’ I start to thrust into her with my fingers, f*****g her hard, reaching far into her, beckoning back inside her. My thumb’s against her clit and my fingers are deep inside. ‘Now,’ I say. With a deep sigh of relief, she allows herself to give in. She twitches and writhes as I hold her in place and then when she can’t take it anymore, she cums all over my fingers. 

‘You need to cool off after all that… fun,’ I say. She is still buzzing after our encounter. ‘Yeah. Sorry I made all that noise. ’ ‘You kidding? It was sexy as f**k. I say. ’ ‘Really?’ I giggle. ‘I feel so embarrassed.’ What about you, Daddy? She asks me. Not tonight I tell her, tonight was all about you and showing you how important you are to me.

‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ I groan. ‘We’ve only just met, but my whole life long I’ve been waiting.’ I tell her.