14
Marcus
Marcus brought his hand down through the air.
Alison squealed as the first spank landed.
“Holly,” Marcus said. “Go and tell Jack that you encouraged her. I’m sure he’ll want to know.”
She nodded, her shoulders slumping as she left the playroom. Marcus looked down at Alison, seeing the way her ass looked sticking up at him. It made him rock hard in an instant.
He yanked her pajama shorts down, exposing her bare buttocks, the reddened welts from the crop still visible.
“Do you think it’s acceptable to squirt water at your Daddy when he tells you to stop?” he asked, bringing his hand down again.
“She told me to do it.”
He spanked her lower, loving the way she reacted to each strike, like the two of them were in perfect sync. “You’ll be in trouble a lot if you always do what other people tell you without thinking first, you bad girl.”
She let out a moan when he said that. He glanced between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. “You’re getting wet, you dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“No,” she lied. “I’m not.”
He spanked her again. “Liar! You like Daddy’s hand on your bare ass, don’t you? Don’t you?”
His hand landed several times in quick succession, making her shriek. “Yes!” she said at last. “Yes, okay, I like being spanked.”
“Good girl,” he said, letting his fingers drift between her buttocks, teasing and probing. “Telling the truth is always the right way to go. Daddy knows when you’re lying.”
He ran his hand to her tiny hidden hole. “Has anyone been in there before, my little darling?”
“No,” she said as he nudged further. “No one.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Would you like me in there? My cock in your ass?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Only one way to find out and that’ll be if you’re good. Are you going to be good for me?”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“And not spray me with a water pistol anymore?” He moved his fingers to her soft folds, slipping through her wetness, spreading it over her clit.
“No, I promise.”
“Good girl.” His fingers delved further, sliding around her clit, teasing her until her breathing grew labored. Then he stopped. “Time for you to take a bath, I think,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
He lifted her to her feet. She went to pull her pajama shorts up but he pushed her hands away. “No, I think you can leave that red ass on show for now. Follow me.”
He took her hand, leading her down the stairs to her room. She shuffled along behind him, her pajama shorts gradually working their way to her ankles.
He glanced back. Her pussy was just hidden by the pajama top and that was more of a turn on than if she’d been naked. He could hear the sound of Holly being spanked downstairs.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” he asked as he closed the bedroom door behind them, shutting out the noise of Holly’s cries of pleasure and pain.
“I really don’t,” Alison replied. “Can I pull them back up yet?”
“Kick them off. I’m putting you in the bath.”
“What?”
“That’s what this Daddy does for his little girl. He gets her clean. While you live here, this is your life. You let me take care of you every single day. I might even plait your hair.”
“You can plait hair?”
“That surprises you? I can plait horsehair.”
“Are you saying I’m like a horse?”
“I’m saying you’ve got ten seconds in get that pajama top off before I rip it off you.”
She pulled it over her head.
He took a long look at her naked body. “I want to see that every day for the rest of my life,” he said, running his hands down her sides to her hips.
“You won’t. I’ll get old and wrinkled soon enough.”
“So will I. I don’t care about that. I care about being with you, Alison. I care about you and right now I care about getting you clean.”
He filled the tub, swirling in strawberry smelling bubbles. “In you get,” he said, lifting her into his arms and lowering her gently into the bath. “Sit there.”
He kneeled behind her, running water over her, cleaning her shoulders, washing her hair gently while she closed her eyes and sighed happily.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he said, kissing the side of her neck. “To take care of you.”
“You took care of me down by the creek,” she said with a laugh. “As I recall.”
“That was just the start.”
“Oh, really?”
“When you’re done in the tub, I intend to explore every single inch of you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, I think I would.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He finished washing her hair, rinsing the shampoo before helping her to stand.
Picking up a cloth, he ran it down her chest, taking his time, half cleaning, half teasing his way lower. “You look so good,” he said. “How do you look so good?”
“I really don’t.”
He pointed a finger at her. “That’s an unbreakable rule here. No putting yourself down, got it?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You are beautiful and you are getting cold so out you come.”
He lifted her out, setting her down on the floor before wrapping a huge towel around her. “Time to dry your hair,” he said, leading her through to the bedroom.
She sat at the dressing table while he tended to her hair, waiting until it was thoroughly dried before tying it into plaits.
With that done, he dried her properly, setting the towel aside once he was done, staring again at her body. “So perfect,” he said, lifting her into his arms once more. “And now it’s time to put you to bed.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
“Oh.” She grinned. “I see.”
He lay her down on her back, stepping back from the bed.
“Touch yourself for me,” he said as he began to undress. “Show Daddy how you like to do it.”
15
Alison
It felt right. That was what she remembered for a long time afterward. It was because he had told her to do it. There was none of the awkwardness she expected.
Her hand simply moved down her body until it was between her legs.
She closed her eyes, lying back as he continued to undress, gently stroking herself in the way she’d only ever done in private before.
For the first time, the touch of her hands had no associated guilt. It just felt good. It was allowed. He had given her permission. He wanted her to do it. He wanted to watch.
She wanted him to watch her. So many times she’d dreamed of doing this for him and now it was really happening. They were together, for good.