Devaney’s Doctor Daddy by Honey Meyer

Chapter Twenty-Five

Daddy arranging them so he sat on the edge of the bed and she was turned over his lap with her torso and feet resting on the bed was more exciting than it should’ve been. That man was probably right about her begging for a spanking someday. This could turn from fluttery anticipation to flat out erotic easily even though she knew that’s not why she was cradling her head on her folded arms and her buttocks were obscenely on display, Eric having tugged her frilly nightdress up to her waist and taken her diaper off.

Had she ever felt more naked than this even though she still had clothes on? Devaney would’ve squirmed but Daddy had a pretty firm grip on her, pinning her down with a steady hand at the small of her back and rubbing her bottom with the other.

“Devy baby, you’re getting a spanking because you need help remembering to tell me the truth even though you don’t always want to. I know it’s hard because people in your life have told you that you didn’t deserve help or comfort but that’s flat out not true. You weren’t wrong for needing support, they were wrong for making you feel like you had to handle everything yourself. This is part of how I help you, okay? You’re a good girl, always worrying about other people, but you don’t need to worry about putting too much on me. That’s what every smack on your butt is going to tell you: I can handle anything you throw at me. Not only can I handle it, but I want it.”

Right, yes. She had to repeat it to herself even now so maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I’m going to start now, and it’s meant to hurt. But if you ever feel like I’m being too hard on you or you need me to stop, you just say so and it stops, I promise. Tell me you understand, babygirl.”

“I understand, Daddy.”

She had a hard time imagining herself telling him to stop but then again she had a hard time imagining what it was actually going to be like to be spanked.

The first thwack landed and it surprised her but didn’t hurt. More like a wake-up call of whoa, this was actually happening. A man was spanking her, and not just for funsies.

It was actually kind of nice, the way his big, warm hand settled against her cheeks and he gave her a slight squeeze before doing it again and again all over her bottom. The heat he was building wasn’t unpleasant, nor was the slight sting. No, she could definitely see how this could be very pleasant indeed.

Over and over again he covered her flesh from the rise of her butt to the tops of her thighs and murmured sweet things to her while he did, interspersing reminders about what he expected from her as well as what he pledged to give. It was a bit dizzying, sinking her almost into a trance except that the blows to her backside kept getting harder and with more sting.

Without meaning to, she started to try to wrestle away from him. Not that she wanted to, because she was in fact, good, but it seemed like a natural reaction to being hit. Eric seemed to understand though, shifting her to trap her thighs between his and clasping both her hands in one of his at the small of her back before continuing to rain blows down upon her heated, reddening buttocks.

How long had it been since she’d been hurt like this? She was a cautious person and avoided pain, but this seemed different; intentional for one, but also knowing she could make it stop at any point made it easier to take when it got truly uncomfortable. Not to mention that physical pain, the impressing upon her skin and muscles the lesson Eric wanted to teach her was far less painful than the emotionally wrenching guilt and shame other people had inflicted upon her by saying she was weak and needy and exaggerating and Jesus Christ couldn’t she hold up her fucking end of the bargain.

He knew it hurt, acknowledged her pain, and that was powerfully comforting in itself. More so when he spanked her so hard that she couldn’t help but cry out, had to let her suffering out in squeaks and squeals and finally—when he was raining down unforgiving smacks upon the tender flesh of her bottom—sobs and tears. He believed that she was in pain, wasn’t afraid or inconvenienced by her weeping but wanted to share in it, comfort her.

Which was what he did now, turning her over and settling her throbbing, afire backside onto his lap and taking her in his arms.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out. Daddy will hold you ’til it’s all better, promise. I want your gorgeous tears. You can tell me whenever anything hurts. I want to help you feel better, always. I’d do anything for you, princess. Anything at all. You’re my good girl, buttercup. I adore everything about you.”

It took her awhile to empty out the reserves of her tears but Eric wasn’t impatient, just held and soothed her through the maelstrom and kept his promise by continuing to assure her that she was a good girl—perhaps more importantly, his good girl.

When she’d calmed, he turned her over his lap again and rubbed some cool lotion into her bottom, as well as passing firm circles over her back, smoothing and stroking her hair. Was this what bliss felt like?

Laying across Eric’s lap with her freshly spanked bottom, her nightgown pulled up and her diaper discarded to show off her reddened cheeks, should’ve been mortifying. It was kind of embarrassing. But it was also deeply relaxing to be held down with his big hand at the small of her back, his other palm caressing and kneading her sore backside. This was all she had to do to make him happy.

She’d pledged to never destroy herself to try to please another man, and she felt like wearing herself out and giving everything she had and tying herself in knots wouldn’t actually please Eric. He would be satisfied if she was well and healthy and flourishing. That didn’t seem like a terrible thing to do—take good care of herself or allow herself to be taken care of. No, that kind of pleasing a man she felt like she could get behind and it wouldn’t set a bad example for the boys.

The spanking and the playing doctor they didn’t need to know about, but the way Eric lavished attention and affection on her and not only wanted everyone around him to be their best but was willing to devote his own time and energy to making that happen seemed like the best kind of model.

“You tired, baby? Ready for bed?”

She swung her head to glare at him over her shoulder. “Um, no. You said after you spanked me you were going to make me feel really good. I want my reward.”

Eric chuckled. “That’s fair and I’m ready to keep my end of the bargain. You just seem blissed out, though. Didn’t want to start pawing at you if you’re toast.”

“I kind of am, but I still want my orgasm.”

He snorted that time and gave her a tap on the backside that made her gasp. She was so sensitive and sore now.

“And you’ll get it.”

* * *

There was nothing quite like having a woman with a bright red backside draped across your lap. Devy squirmed as he squeezed and kneaded her rosy cheeks but she didn’t argue, didn’t ask him to stop. And when he told her to spread her legs, she complied downright easily.

Delving his fingers between her thighs, he found her pussy slick and swollen. He might’ve made her cry, but her body had also reacted with arousal. He’d fucked her hard last time, almost brutally, because he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t making any promises about not doing that again because he was just as desperate for her but he also wanted to fuck her so deep and for so long he was imprinted in her mind forever.

He needed to train her ass more before she was ready to take his dick there, but he could make this a little more interesting for both of them by plugging her. But first some leisurely playtime to get her good and desperate because he loved to hear her plead and beg. Loved his pretty and staid buttercup losing her mind and becoming a feral creature hellbent on claiming her pleasure. Mmm, this woman was delicious.

Not being able to resist her slippery, welcoming cunt, he speared a single finger and then two inside her, stroking her inner walls while she bucked fruitlessly against his thigh—she wasn’t at the right angle to get any contact on her clit and that must be driving his poor little girl mad.

“That’s it, baby, ride Daddy’s fingers with that sweet little pussy.”

His encouragement elicited the cutest damn mewl. Devy continued to rock against him while he used his other hand to pull the neckline of her nightie down so her tits spilled out and he could pluck and tug at her tightly furled nipples. Such juicy, full tits—he’d press those bountiful breasts around his dick and titty fuck her someday, watch his come spurt all over her chest, her neck, maybe even the corner of her lip where she’d dart out her little kitten tongue to lick it off…

“Mmm, Daddy, please,” Devy pleaded.

“Please what, buttercup?”

“I…I don’t know. Just, more, please.”

He could deliver more, although when she was twice as frustrated and no closer to the promised climax she might regret it.

Eric stopped tormenting her nipples long enough to dig a few things out of the bedside table, scolding Devy and giving her a light spank when she craned her neck to see what he was doing.

“No, babygirl. You don’t get to see what you get. Daddy decides, and you’re going to take whatever it is. Here, let’s blindfold you so you can’t be such a nosy little thing.”

He waited a beat for her to protest but when she didn’t, he withdrew his fingers from inside her and wiped her own moisture over the back of her thigh, making his little princess groan and bury her face in embarrassment. First he drew a length of soft pink silk over her eyes, fastened it at the back of her head.

“There you go, that will help you behave. Now about that more you requested…”

Eric pinched and twisted her nipples, abusing the sweet little peaks until they were cherrystone-hard, and then applied first one clamp and then another, tightening the screws on them until Devy whimpered.

“Settle down, baby, you’re okay,” he soothed while rubbing from the nape of her neck all the way to the tops of her thighs. “There you go, that’s a good girl. I don’t know if I trust you to not fuss with those, though. I bet those clamps feel awfully tight, pinching your pretty little nipples so hard, making your tits feel tight and swollen, hmm?”

She agreed with a pitiful whimper and his already hard dick throbbed against her hip. What a beautiful little girl, all spread out on his lap, allowing him to toy with her and control her pain and her pleasure, trusting that he would make all this torture worth it. Goddamn right he would.

If he thought she’d really struggle, he would’ve made her wait on her knees with her thighs spread for him to grab some padded cuffs from the other room but since he was mostly teasing about her misbehavior, he used another length of silk to bind her wrists behind her back. Someday once he knew her better he’d gag her—maybe a paci gag since she seemed to like having something to suck on—but not yet.

Devy startled when he snicked open the cap on the lube and it was all kinds of fun to watch her perk up, try to discern what was happening while he was slicking up a finger, and then jump when he drizzled some of the cool liquid down her crack.

“Relax, babygirl. Daddy’s going to fingerfuck this tight little ass of yours, get you all nice and open so I can put a plug inside you, make you feel nice and full, get you ready so someday I can stuff my fat dick into your tiny little asshole and fuck you here.”

More helpless, desperate noises, more attempts to grind her clit against his thigh but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Ah-ah, Devy baby. Not time for you to come yet. You asked for more so Daddy’s giving you more. Now open up for me so I can work another finger into your backside. Oh, yes, that’s right, that’s a good girl. Letting Daddy shove two fingers up your ass.”

She was so tight, so hot, he could blow just imagining fucking her bottom, especially if he’d thoroughly spanked her before—she’d make the cutest little sounds while his hips slammed into her spank-reddened bottom because she’d be so sensitive, and he’d be able to feel the heat of her skin while he sank balls-deep into her most private place. Lord, the things he wanted to do to this woman.

For now, he’d plumb her ass with his fingers and get her ready to take the plug they’d been working on, a fat glass piece that had a pink rose in the base. He’d custom order one with a bright yellow buttercup for the next step. He soothed and encouraged her while he stretched her ass with his fingers, rubbing the heated cheeks of her backside and murmuring to her in low tones until he was confident she was ready to be plugged. Then he slicked up the plug, added more lube to her puckered ass and pressed it inside her, working his way in and then out a bit to let her breathe before pressing it forward again.

“What a good girl you are, asshole stretched around this thick plug while Daddy feeds it into your backside. That’s right, baby, you can take it. Relax and open for me. There’s my good, obedient girl.”

Devy made a tiny cry as the largest part of the plug passed through the tight ring of muscle and then sighed when the intruder was fully seated inside her. So beautiful, that delicate rose parting her crimson butt cheeks.

And now he really did need to get up, if only for a minute to wash his hands. He picked up his babygirl and arranged her on her knees on the thick-piled carpet next to the bed, thighs spread wide and head and shoulders resting on the bed.

“Stay right there, I need to go wash up. If you try to get off while I’m gone, you’re getting spanked on that already very sore backside so I wouldn’t recommend it.”

* * *

She hadn’t disobeyed Daddy while he’d gone to the en suite. Not that she hadn’t thought about it because all she could think about was that nagging, pulsing, swollen want between her legs, but she was fundamentally a good girl and her butt already hurt enough, thankyouverymuch.

His footsteps sounded in the room and she wasn’t surprised to find herself once again draped over his lap. She loved how he manhandled her—picked her up, arranged her how he saw fit, steered her, sculpted her.

It was a pleasure to not even be asked for what he wanted from her, but just moved until he had it. She loved too how it felt to be over his lap with one of his hands spreading her legs and his clever fingers circling her clit before he pushed them inside her again.

Then there were fingers at her mouth and his self-assured voice, demanding, “Open up, babygirl.”

She did, taking his fingers between her lips and laving them with her tongue before sucking on them. It was impossibly arousing to have all her holes filled and she writhed on his lap while he fucked her everywhere.

Finally the wicked man took pity on her, shifting his thigh so she could rub her mound, her clit against him.

“Go on, Devy. Work your sweet clit on my leg until you get what you need. I want you coming all over my fingers. That’s it, hump Daddy’s thigh while your holes are stuffed full and I fuck your tight pussy and your hot, wet mouth. Get it. Come on, baby. I want to see you come like the dirty girl you are.”

Given how aroused she was already, plus the bondage and the motion of Eric’s fingers in addition to his filthy sweet words, it wasn’t long before Devaney tipped over into the free fall of an orgasm. It felt like every muscle in her body spasmed and pulsed, grabbed onto the pleasure coursing through her until it was too much and let go again, over and over and over.

She cried out wordlessly, shamelessly grinding her pelvis against her daddy’s thigh to eke out every last beat of bliss until there was nothing left. Sweating and making soft sounds of exhausted contentment, she sprawled over Eric’s lap and soaked in his praise and the sweet way he was caressing her.

It was a mystery how he knew when to remove the tie from her wrist and pull the blindfold from her eyes, but he did just as she was beginning to come back into her mind, her body. Massaged her wrists and petted her hair. Perfect.

After a few more minutes, he slid out from under her and laid beside her, cuddling her against him, her pretty nightgown a wrinkled mess bunched at her waist.

“You ready for more, Devy? That’s what you wanted, right? More?”

He took her hand and used it to palm the hard length of his erection through his slacks, and she blinked up to meet his gaze. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

How she could be ready to go again already she didn’t know, but she did know she wanted to be close to him, have his thick cock filling her up. It would be a lot if he left her plugged, but she’d been telling the truth; she wanted more.

Judging by the way he’d rolled her over and was kneeling up to strip off his shirt and then stood to shuck the rest of his clothes, she didn’t have long to wait. Good thing too, because she wanted that massive, flushed cock pounding into her, making her see stars when she’d inevitably climax around him again.

“Can I touch you this time? I love being tied up but I want to feel you.”

“I’d love that. And I love that you asked. Such a good girl, asking for Daddy’s permission.”

She blushed under his praise, and after rolling on a condom he was climbing between her legs, notching the head of his dick at her entrance. He took a moment to release the clamps from her nipples and then licked and sucked away the pain as the blood rushed back into her sensitive flesh. It was that exquisite kind of hurt, the kind that made you feel alive and she arched into him as he suckled, urging him to penetrate her.

Taking pity on her, he sheathed himself in her pussy in one slick thrust that made her gasp with the fullness. She’d never felt so stuffed, so possessed. She had to grab Eric’s biceps and hang on for dear life as he established a slow, steady rhythm, fucking into her in a way that managed to graze her g-spot.

It wasn’t the pounding she’d taken last time, although she hoped they’d get there, but it was a deeply intimate coming together of bodies and when he looked into her eyes, she could’ve sworn their souls touched.

It probably wasn’t wise to have fallen for this man so hard and so fast, especially with all her other responsibilities, but how could she be expected to resist when he moved inside her like this? Soothed every tender part of her? Seemed to love her like Eric did?

There was only so much a woman could be expected to take before collapsing under this onslaught of affection and devotion and yeah, the incredible kink and sex helped. She hadn’t stood a chance, not against Eric Southerland.

Nor did she stand a chance against her rising orgasm when he increased his speed and pressure and reached a hand between them to thumb her clit in the way he’d learned she liked.

Devaney dug her nails into his arms and called out his name as the waves of climax crashed over her, relished the way she could feel the pulses of his own climax inside her, how he ground her name out and then sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a few brutal thrusts.