Daddies Brat

Richard spoke softly, saying it would be a privilege to spank Julia. Then he asked for her surname. For a moment Julia contemplated refusing to divulge, but since Richard was about to spank her it felt like a ridiculous thing to conceal. From that point onwards, Richard referred to Julia as ‘Miss Jenkinson’. Ordinarily, she would have bristled at such an assumption and immediately established that she was to be addressed as ‘Ms’. But ‘Miss’ was somehow more fitting for this purpose.

Richard instructed ‘Miss Jenkinson’ to stand facing the wall with her hands above her head. Julia found herself, for once, doing as she was told while steadying herself on the luggage rack. She could hear Richard preparing himself.

After a few moments, Richard stood behind Julia, took her arm a little above the elbow, and guided her across the carriage and down onto his knee. He smoothed Julia’s dress over her buttocks and complimented her on how exquisite her bottom felt through the material. ‘That will be the silk. Silk wrap dresses are an indulgence I’ve allowed myself since the success of my first book.’

‘Well,’ said Richard purposefully, ‘we’d better be sure you can continue with this indulgence by finishing your next book, and that starts with discipline. During this session you’ll speak only if I ask you to speak, is that clear?’

‘Yes. Sir.’ Julia, being a fiercely independent soul, was not sure she could keep this up for too long.

Richard ran his fingertips over Julia’s backside. ‘Are you ready, Miss

Jenkinson?’

‘Yes.’ Crack! Julia yelped in indignation at the sharpness of the first spank.

‘Yes, Sir,’ Richard instructed firmly. ‘Let’s try that again. Are you ready, Miss Jenkinson?’

‘Yes, Sir.’Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Richard had been circling the area he’d just spanked with a lone finger. He now withdrew and Julia was burning with anticipation for the next spank. Crack! Richard brought his hand down on Julia’s other cheek, a little lighter than before. Crack! Crack! Crack! A volley of spanks sent Julia reeling and trying to cover her buttocks with her hands. Richard pulled them away.

‘It hurts!’ Julia protested.

‘It’s supposed to hurt. I expect you to show resilience, but if you want me to back off say “orange”. If you say “red” I’ll stop altogether, understood?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Julia was relieved to have a way out, yet she also knew that she needed this punishment and needed it badly.

Richard patted her bottom lightly. ‘Now stand up and remove this pretty dress.’

‘What!’ Once more, Julia’s protest didn’t quite carry the conviction she’d hoped.

‘I spank properly, Miss Jenkinson. On the bare, ultimately, I’ll continue over your panties for now.’

This was all very odd. Just minutes ago Julia and Richard had been introducing themselves as strangers, and now Richard was asking Julia to strip to her underwear. Julia thought of using the safe word. But even as she contemplated such a move she found she was unwrapping herself from her much-prized dress. Julia threw her dress onto the seat opposite with a slight edge of indignation.

‘You’ll fold that dress neatly!’ Richard’s admonishment was stern.

Again, Julia did as she was told. Richard motioned her back over his knee. As she complied, the train went past a remote countryside house where an old lady was waving at the passengers. In a fleeting moment, Julia saw the old lady’s eyes widen as she was presented with the image of Julia in her underwear headed across Richard’s lap.

‘You have a very beautiful bottom,’ Richard was lightly stroking Julia’s cheeks through her panties.

‘Thank you, s…’ Before Julia could complete her appreciation, Richard launched a volley of spanks. Julia winced and wriggled on his lap. Richard straddled Julia over his knee, clamping her more firmly into position, and further volleys of spanks followed. Julia had been keenly aware of her arousal right from the start, but now she found herself intimately pressed into Richard’s knee, she was struggling to contain her excitement.

‘I hope you’re not enjoying this, Miss Jenkinson, you do realize that is very much not the point?’

‘No, no Sir. I’m very much NOT enjoying this. Sir.’ Again, Julia’s denial lacked conviction, even though it was, in part, sincere.

‘So you won’t mind my checking that you aren’t aroused?’ Julia felt the cheeks on her face burning in embarrassment at the thought of her arousal being exposed. Richard lightly stroked her inner thigh sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Julia was caught between desperately trying to hide her arousal and urgently wanting Richard’s fingers deep between her legs. Julia found herself opening her thighs a little further, it seemed her body had decided for her. Richard took this as permission. Teasingly, he ran his fingers over the crotch of Julia’s panties before slipping them inside. Julia bit her lip hard as the waves of pleasure intensified.

‘Miss Jenkinson! You are soaking wet! Get up and remove those panties!’

Julia got to her feet, her head swimming in an intoxicating mix of humiliation, pain, and pleasure. She took off her panties and stood in front of Richard naked but for her bra. Richard got to his feet. He took Julia by the throat and pressed her against the carriage door. Crack! Julia winched. Richard had struck her with the loose end of the leather strap that held up the window. Crack! Another blow. Julia looked out of the window at the passing embankment and noticed how it was covered in late daffodils. Briefly, she saw a family in a field walking their dog. Richard drew himself close over her shoulder. Slowly, lightly, he ran his fingernails down her belly, sending her wild. ‘What’s this?’ he asked, working his fingers through her soft pubic hair, into her wetness and deep inside.

‘It’s my wanton little cunt, Sir.’ Julia had always loved using the word, now she luxuriated in it, being sure to speak loudly and clearly. She’d wanted to shock Richard. Richard was unfazed.

‘No,’ Richard softly corrected her, whispering: ‘it’s MY wanton little cunt.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Julia had never abandoned control like this, yet she’d never felt more centered.

Richard removed Julia’s bra teasing her cunt and spanking her with one hand as he tweaked her nipples with the other. ‘Would you like to thank Sir properly?’ Richard whispered as he guided her hand so she was holding his stiff cock through his trousers. ‘Just feel what you’ve done to Sir!’

Julia understood. She spun to her knees and unzipped Richard’s trousers. Richard’s cock sprang out, hard and full. Julia reached inside and set Richard’s balls free, circling them one by one with her mouth. Julia slowly teased the tip of her tongue up Richard’s shaft and around the base of his hood. She knew how to drive men wild this way and she loved to do just that. She looked up at Richard as he threw his head back, the pleasure pulsing through him. Then she became hesitant and took Richard’s cock into her mouth in an odd, meek fashion.