Daddy's Little Angela Page 2

  There was another swat. Angela bucked forward, starting to kick her feet, as if her rapid movement would make the pain dissipate.

  “Daaaaaadddddyyyy, I’m going to be good! I’m sorry!” she wailed.

  Charlie’s only response was another hard smack, followed immediately by another, and then another.

  Angela couldn’t help herself anymore: the pulsing, burning heat in her bottom made her twist around and, letting go of her tiger for a moment, she threw her hand back, hoping that she would be able to rub some of the sting away.

  Charlie caught Angela’s stray hand before it even landed, though. He grabbed it by the wrist and held it against the small of her back, using his elbow to keep her whole upper body pushed down.

  “That’s not being good,” he scolded her. He punctuated his words with a pair of sharp swats to her sit spots.

  Angela secretly loved it when her daddy pinned her arm like this. It made her feel like her last fragments of control had been taken away from her and she was truly helpless. She was strong and athletic, but under her daddy’s firm grip, she found herself feeling weak and powerless, and the feeling made her pussy throb with arousal.

  “I belong to you, don’t I?” Angela whispered, breaking the flow of Charlie’s harsh scolding.

  It didn’t stop him from spanking her, or slow his pace. “Of course you do,” he reminded her, “you’re my little girl.”

  Angela felt her pussy tighten with arousal.

  “That’s why I have to discipline you, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Yes, daddy,” she moaned. Angela felt overwhelmed with the combination of the soreness in her bottom and the wetness in her pussy. Her daddy’s scolding no longer felt harsh, and Angela no longer felt ashamed. Instead, despite the hard, punishing swats that Charlie continued to rain down, Angela writhed over his lap.

  “Alright, little girl,” Charlie finally said. “I think you’ve been spanked almost enough.”

  Angela wasn’t sure if she felt relieved or disappointed at this point, but she nodded her head vigorously anyway.

  “I’m going to give you twelve more with the paddle, and then your punishment will be complete,” her daddy told her.

  Angela braced herself; she knew that the last few swats were always the hardest. And she was right. The first of the twelve bit into her with such a searing heat that she cried out desperately. The second stroke was no softer, and she reached for the cushion again, worrying that she was squeezing too hard and might damage her precious tiger. The third and fourth came in quick succession, and she bit the pillow to keep herself from crying out.

  Eventually, she stopped being able to focus on counting and just trusted that Charlie would stop when he was supposed to, as each additional stroke of the paddle overloaded her senses. Then, finally, he did stop.

  Angela felt Charlie’s hand return to her bottom, this time rubbing gentle circles on her burning skin. Angela took a moment to catch her breath and to enjoy the glowing feeling that came when a spanking was over.

  “Come here, baby,” Charlie coaxed, pulling his little girl up into his lap.

  Angela did as she was told and climbed up into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder and leaning back so her weight wasn’t on her bottom. Charlie continued to stroke her sore, bright red bottom as he cradled her in his arms.

  “I hope you know that I meant everything I said, little one,” Charlie reminded her. “This behavior is going to stop.”

  Angela nodded, only giving half of her attention to her husband’s words. Instead, she was focused on the feeling of warmth that flooded both her bottom and her pussy. She reached between her legs and could feel the wetness there with just a light touch.

  Charlie obviously noticed her doing this. “Are your pretty little girl parts all wet, honey?” he asked, half teasing.

  Angela blushed. “Yes, daddy,” she told him, looking away while she said it. That babyish language for talking about her sex made her feel squirmingly embarrassed, but it also made her wetness problem even worse.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie,” Charlie told her, “it’s quite normal for little girls to get aroused when they’re punished.”

  Charlie had told Angela this hundreds of times, but every time he did, it sparked something that made her desperately horny. The idea that she was just one little girl of many who were punished this way, and that her spankings and accompanying need for sexual attention were normal, almost par for the course, made her oldest fantasies feel real.

  That was a big part of why she loved Little Haven: what she was imagining was true. Surely she was not the only girl in the town who had found herself bare bottomed over her daddy’s strong lap getting her round little bottom turned bright red. And surely she was not the only who had ended her punishment with a soaking wet pussy and a desperate desire to be fucked.

  “Daddy,” Angela begged, “won’t you touch me there and make me feel nice?”

  “You want me to make you come?” Charlie asked.

  Angela nodded.

  “You know that my doing this doesn’t mean that the punishment wasn’t serious, don’t you?” Charlie confirmed.

  Angela was disinterested by this. “Yes, of course I know, daddy,” she told him.

  Charlie frowned just a little, but then lifted his little girl off his lap and set her down on the bed.

  Angela let out a little moan as her punished bottom touched the sheets, reminding her just how much it still stung. She leaned back on the bed, wantonly spreading her legs and showing off her pussy, which was pink with desire.

  Charlie leaned close to her and gently placed his hand where she wanted it to be.

  Angela let out a coo as he did, and found herself starting to grind against him. She was relieved when Charlie’s fingers found her clit and began to rub it in little circles.

  First, his touch was gentle and teasing, but it soon became stronger and faster, and Angela found herself starting to let out a long, continuous moan, her voice trembling when his touch was exactly what she wanted.

  Charlie smiled and slipped a finger from his other hand into her pussy. Her muscles tightened around it as he continued to fondle her clit. Soon, he slipped a second in, then began to work both of them back and forth.

  Angela’s body was blown away by pleasure, and she convulsed and writhed, continuing to moan and whimper.

  “Oh, please, please,” she mouthed, her body growing hot from her horniness, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

  She thought about the spanking she had just had, about Charlie catching her arm and holding it firmly behind her back, and about the soreness the paddle had brought. She thought about his threat to punish her more severely in the future. She imagined the feeling of the cane leaving stripes against her bottom, of touching the welts afterwards and how they would feel.

  It was with that thought that she felt the little spasms in her legs that told her that she was about to orgasm, her hands clutching at the blankets and her mouth open as she gasped for air. She opened her eyes, which she had screwed tight as she fantasized before and looked right at her daddy. He had a look that was both loving and determined.

  “Daddy, I’m gonna come,” she exclaimed.

  Charlie smiled. “Good girl, I want you to come for me,” he told her, moving one hand in and out and continuing to rub her clit with the other.

  His words pushed her over the edge that she had been hovering on, and she felt a wave of ecstasy flow over her. She let out a loud, wailing cry of pleasure as her leg muscles tightened and her whole body shook.

  When she finished, she lay limp and Charlie pulled her into his arms. “Good girl,” he told her, stroking her hair.

  Chapter Two

  Charlie looked at Angela as she lay on the bed, naked and exhausted from the orgasm he had just given her and the spanking that had come before it. Her tan skin glistened with sweat, making Charlie smile to himself. Not too cold anymore, he thought. Her blond hair, which w
as usually carefully styled, now lay as a mess. Charlie thought that she looked just as pretty this way, with her makeup smearing on her face and her hair disheveled. He sometimes wished that she could see that it wasn’t all her careful grooming that made her pretty: it was just her.

  Even though he had been truly unhappy to hear of Angela’s behavior today, he certainly would be lying if he said that he hadn’t looked forward to punishing his little girl tonight. It had been a while since he’d had her across his lap, or at least it felt that way.

  “Turn over,” he commanded her, and Angela did exactly as he said. She rolled onto her belly, showing off her bottom, which was still glowing bright red. Charlie reached out and grabbed one of her cheeks, pinching it and squeezing it between his fingers.

  “Owwww!” she whined as he did. “That makes it hurt more.”

  “I know,” he told her, a wicked smile crossing his face. “It makes me want to spank you again,” he admitted.

  Angela pouted. “No more spanking, daddy!” she whined.

  Charlie chuckled. “I’ll spank you again if I want to, young lady. You know perfectly well who makes the rules in this household. But luckily for you, I have other thoughts on my mind right now.”

  He wasn’t kidding. He had been hard since the spanking started, and as he was fingering her he had felt her slippery wetness. He wanted his cock in her, now.

  So, he stood up and unzipped his pants. He thought about just pulling his cock out and shoving it into her tight, pink pussy, but he controlled himself long enough to start unbuttoning his shirt. He knew Angela liked the intimacy of skin on skin, and that she enjoyed the shape of his muscular, naked form as much as he liked looking at every inch of her body.

  He quickly undressed, not wanting to wait any longer, then climbed back up onto the bed. “What do you think is going to happen now, my darling?” he growled into Angela’s ear.

  “I dunno,” Angela replied teasingly.

  “I think you do know,” he told her, gripping her by the waist and pulling her to all fours. He put a hand on her shoulders to push her upper body down, leaving her with her face against the bed and her red bottom high in the air. Charlie took a second to enjoy this view, stroking his hard cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum.

  “You’re gonna fuck me, daddy?” Angela asked, although it wasn’t really a question.

  Charlie’s answer was to tap his cock against her pussy, which was shimmering with wetness from her earlier orgasm. He felt Angela’s body twitch, the way he knew she did when she was excited.

  “I’m going to fuck you right now, my darling,” he told her, and then he entered her. He couldn’t stifle the moan as he slipped into her, feeling how warm and soaking wet she was. She pushed her bottom back, driving his cock deeper into her body, then she gave a little shimmy back and forth.

  “Oh, Angela,” he whispered. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all evening. I love having my cock in you.”

  “I do, too, daddy,” she told him. “Please fuck me hard.”

  Charlie took her words seriously, and he pulled back and then quickly thrust into her. Just like he had spanked her, he started with a few slow, hard thrusts and enjoyed the sound of her moaning and whimpering with pleasure. Then he began to thrust more quickly, ramming his cock into her over and over again. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, lacing it between his fingers and giving her a firm tug. He loved to do this. He loved holding Angela in any way that signified his ownership over her, and despite her feisty attitude, he knew that she loved to feel herself under his command.

  Angela wasn’t being passive as she was taken, and she continued to work her hips back and forth, grinding and gyrating against his cock, which greatly increased his pleasure. He breathed deeply, every nerve in his body standing at attention as he listened to her sounds of enjoyment and looked down on her lovely little body.

  Charlie let go of Angela’s hair and grasped her thighs, guiding her back and forth as he penetrated her. By shoving her body backwards onto his cock, he was able to truly bury himself in her and make her take him all the way. As soon as he started doing this, her moans and whimpers started to once again turn to howls of pleasure, and he thought to himself that this was one of the advantages of where they lived: he didn’t really mind if they woke the neighbors.

  “Is my sweet little princess going to come for me again?” Charlie asked, his own words making his cock throb and pulse. He knew that he wasn’t far behind her.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, as if the arousal had made her brain stick in a loop. “Yes, I’m going to come now,” she finally managed to say.

  Charlie grabbed her tighter, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Think about who owns your body as you do, Angela.”

  As he continued to thrust hard and deep, he felt her muscles tense tighter and tighter, preparing for the release of orgasm. Then her breathing got faster and faster, until suddenly her quick little breaths exploded into a yelp of pleasure.

  “Ohhhhh, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyy!” she practically yelled.

  Charlie could feel her coming and could feel her shaking under his control. It aroused him so much that he could give her that kind of pleasure and make her scream that way. It only took a few more thrusts before he felt himself reaching a similar tipping point, his body preparing for the release he had been craving.

  Angela began to move her hips in a circular motion as she rode the tail end of her orgasm, and that little change made everything feel that much better to Charlie. He groaned with satisfaction.

  “Oh, baby,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he felt himself about to come. He let go and collapsed onto her back, breathing heavily as he shot his load deep into her pussy. He stayed that was for a moment afterwards, panting.

  Finally, he slipped out of her, enjoying the sight of his seed dripping out of her as he did. He got up from the bed for a moment to take a better look at what was in front of him.

  His beautiful wife was still posed with her head down and her bottom up, and her bottom was still almost as red as it had been when he had finished punishing her, but her face wore an expression of blissful contentment and satisfaction. Her pussy looked swollen from all the attention, and it was soaked with the evidence of their mutual enjoyment.

  Charlie had a hard time keeping himself from smiling smugly. He wasn’t sure why he deserved to be so lucky.

  Chapter Three

  Angela woke up the next morning feeling unsure why she still felt so tired. She was reminded quite quickly when she rolled over, and her still sore bottom made contact with the sheets. It wasn’t bad enough to make her jump or yelp, but she felt a dull, achy pain when she put weight on her bottom.

  Although she thought about the cold that was waiting for her outside of the cocoon of covers that she had made, she took a deep breath and climbed out. She found that, when she was standing in the middle of the room fully naked, it was not so cold. Maybe the weather was warming. She silently hoped this was the case, and hopped off to take a shower.

  Charlie had already left for work by the time that Angela woke up, as was usual. He had a bit of a commute to the city from Little Haven, and had to leave fairly early. Angela was between jobs at the moment. She had studied graphic design in school and had previously worked for a studio not far from where she lived, but the whole company had gone out of business, leaving Angela unemployed. Charlie’s job earned more than enough money to pay for their expenses, but Angela often felt stressed by her unemployment. She wanted to prove herself as a ‘real adult’ because of the lifestyle that she lived, and not having a job to take pride in really affected her ability to do that.

  After drying herself off and doing the rest of her personal care routine in the bathroom, she padded back down the hallway to her bedroom to get dressed. She put on a pair of conservatively cut, white cotton panties and a push-up bra, giving herself the illusion of cleavage. She paused before pulling on some jeans to twist around in fro
nt of the full-length mirror: she wanted to take a peek at her butt.

  It was a faint pink color this morning; the scarlet hue that she had been wearing last night had vanished overnight. Angela still thought that the pink flush looked cute peeking out from under her panties. They were what her daddy called ‘good girl panties.’ The kind of underwear that a good, modest young girl would wear, instead of the slightly racy things she sometimes liked to push the line with. She had a feeling that she needed to be a good girl today. She was still sore, after all.

  She added an undershirt and a sweater and headed downstairs for a quick bite to eat before settling in front of her computer. She started the tedious, daily task of looking for jobs to apply to, sifting through listing after listing and leaving the promising ones open in a series of tabs.

  She got bored and frustrated pretty shortly, so she signed into her instant messaging program under her age play screen name: brattyteenangela. She had several Internet friends who had originally been the only people she could talk to about these things. Now that she lived in the community, she also added her local friends to this account, so they would know when she was in the mood to talk to them as her younger self.

  Honestly, Angela found that she felt like a teen more often than she didn’t. Instead of the feeling that she was play-acting that she had the first time they had role-played daddy and little girl, she felt more like she was putting on a face when she went into the outside world as an adult. She felt like a fourteen-year-old girl who was overly capable at certain things. Perhaps that was why she always got stuck babysitting, she thought, as she saw Claire’s screen name sign onto the messaging system. She snickered to herself for a moment, wondering how a little as young as Claire even managed to use the Internet. Girls that age aren’t allowed on the computer without supervision, she thought to herself with a wicked smile.