0 comments/ 25344 views/ 10 favorites Master J's Little Girl Ch. 01 By: daddyslittlegirl99 She wasn't expecting him there at noon; he didn't usually come home for lunch. That was how Master managed to catch her as she was secretly pleasuring herself in their bedroom. She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips slick with juices; and he didn't say anything, admiring the view. She released a low moan of pleasure as she climaxed, her legs coming together around the shiny vibrator, her eyes shut tightly. As her body relaxed, she opened her eyes and began to sit up, then stopped as she caught sight of him. He suppressed a chuckle at her sharp intake of breath and the momentary shock that flashed across her features. Her eyes were guilty when she finally managed to look up into his face. His voice was soft but very firm. She knew that voice well. It meant she was in big trouble. "What are you doing?" She looked at the floor, instinctively trying to hide her nakedness. "Sir...I was just...I..." But there were no excuses that seemed good enough. She knew very well that he had ordered her that morning not to pleasure herself in any way. But it was so unfair! She had been so horny when she woke up, and he had pushed off all her advances, needing to get to the gym before work. She'd tried hard all morning, but the desire inside her only seemed to get worse and worse. Every time she entered the bathroom, she smelled his cologne; when she did the wash, the strong male scent from his clothes enveloped her; and even though it was put there to remind her to be a good girl, whenever she walked by the paddle hanging on their bedroom wall she felt weak with desire for him. He knew her thoughts, and also knew well that the very act of forbidding something made it almost too much for her to resist. He approached the bedside and put his hand under her chin, raising her head to meet his gaze. Softly he kissed her forehead, and she glowed with pleasure at his loving attention. Maybe he wouldn't punish her for misbehaving; after all, he knew how hard it was for her to resist her desire. Suddenly he drew away. "Stand up." It was a command and she obediently jumped off the bed. He stood for a full minute, staring at her. She felt very exposed in just her t-shirt, panties around her thighs. She didn't dare pull them up though. When he finally spoke, she jumped a little. "Did you enjoy yourself?" What a question. What was the right answer? She guessed it better be the truth. He always knew when she was just trying to appease him. "Yes, sir," she mumbled. "I'm glad, because I don't have time to punish you properly at the moment. So right now, it's my turn." The sharp tone of his voice along with the promise of punishment made her heart beat faster. He punished her worst when she lied or disobeyed him. The thought of it made her wet again, even through her fear. "On your knees, slut," His tone was harsh. She belonged to him and he knew he could do with her as he pleased. She was his Little Girl, and she was happy to serve him. Quickly she dropped down, unconsciously licking her lips as her gaze came level with the bulge in his pants. "Look at the floor," he commanded her as he moved away. "Yes, Master J." Her mouth ached for the taste of his cock, for the feel of the delicate skin wrapped around his hard throbbing manhood. But she did as she was told, not surprised when he wrapped the collar around her neck. "You will wear this the rest of the day, understand?" He didn't expect refusal. "But sir, I have to go to the store..." she trailed off at the fiery look in his eyes. "I don't give a shit. You will not take my collar off. Do you understand me, slut?" She nodded; then flinched as he slapped her. "I didn't hear you." His voice was still calm and quiet. "Yes sir, I won't take it off, sir." "That's better. Now bend over and put your hands together straight out behind you." As he secured her wrists with the restraints, she could feel his gaze lingering on her exposed buttocks. What did he have planned? She knew he was due to be back to work soon. He ran his office tightly, and respected his men enough to abide by the same rules he set for them. Tardiness was something he despised, and she'd gotten many sound spankings for her bad habit of being late. From her position on the floor, she heard him undo his pants. "Up," was all he said. She resumed her kneeling position and saw that he had released his hungry erection from the confines of his clothing. She wanted it in her mouth very badly, but she waited for him to give her permission. Yanking her head back by her hair, he forced her to look straight into his eyes. "You will not struggle or move unless told to do so. You will not talk. You will look up at me the entire time. And you will swallow every drop of my cum and then thank me for the pleasure. Is that clear?" "Yes sir," she breathed, her thighs wet, her nipples very hard. He reached down and squeezed one of them roughly. She let out a little cry of pain and he smacked her breast, leaving a warm red print. "And you will not come. Not as you pleasure me, and not when I leave. Open your mouth." Eagerly she wrapped her mouth around his thick cock, flicking her tongue up and down its length like she knew he liked. He groaned and twisted his hands deep into her long hair, holding her head tightly in place. Her mouth watered as her desire for him grew and she was frustrated that her hands were tied behind her and she couldn't play with herself. He looked down and saw her big beautiful eyes gazing obediently back at him. She turned him on in ways she didn't even realize. His little slave. He felt himself pulse hard and knew he was close to coming already. Holding her head steady, he pushed himself deep into her mouth, his eight inches sliding down her throat. She still wasn't used to taking his entire length, and she gagged, pulling back. But he held her tightly to him until her throat quit spasming. Roughly he began to thrust into her face, fucking her mouth as hard as he sometimes fucked her ass. Her eyes were wide and all she could do now was hold her mouth as open as possible to allow him to assault her throat with his large cock. Obediently she continued to look up at him, her eyes filling with tears at his rough treatment of her. God she was beautiful when she was crying. He pulled her head back a little by the hair and the tears streamed down her cheeks. He could tell by her posture that she had one leg under her and was grinding her hot little mound on it, desperately seeking release from the passion inside of her. She wouldn't be able to do it like that; she was only teasing herself, and the thought made him smile inside. Suddenly he knew he was close. "Do you want me to come in your mouth, my little slave?" he whispered, never stopping the relentless rhythm of his thrusts down her throat. She closed her eyes and then looked back up at him. That was her yes, and her total submission to him sent him over the edge. He thrust his cock deep into her mouth so that her face rested against his skin and came with such force that he cried out. He could feel her struggling to swallow the immense load he was pumping into her throat and was proud of her for obeying so well. When he finally pulled out of her mouth, she licked his dick clean, looked up at him and said "Thank you, Sir." She didn't move from her position as he went into the bathroom to relieve himself and then returned, adjusting his clothing. When he was done, he gently helped her to her feet, knowing that at least one of her legs had probably fallen asleep. He held her to him until she was steady on her feet, and then tenderly probed between her thighs with one hand. She was very wet. He removed her wrist restraints, and then turned her to face him. "You will not touch yourself or make yourself come in any way. Understand?" It was a sharp command, one that better be obeyed. She bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet. "Yes, Sir." "Good girl." He brought her face up and kissed her lips. Her body instinctively molded to him. Gently he held her at arms' length. "I will be home at 6:00. You will have dinner set for me and you will be in your shortest skirt, thigh high stockings, and those shoes I like. Nothing else. You will serve me dinner and will eat with me. Then you will clear the table and immediately go to the bedroom where you will sit on the bed with the paddle on your lap and wait for me." Obviously this afternoon had been merely him taking his pleasure from her. Tonight he would punish her for her naughtiness of this afternoon. She couldn't restrain a little shudder of fear and anticipation as he kissed her forehead and left. As the hours until 6 approached, she knew her arousal would only worsen, but she also knew she would not defy his orders again today. She reached up and fingered her pretty collar, smiling just a little. Even more so than the ring on her finger, it signified her entire submission to the man she alternately called either Master or Daddy; her devotion to making him happy, and his promise to take care of her, keep her safe, and keep her in line. She squirmed a little at the wetness between her thighs, then quickly dressed, determined to keep her mind off of it. Master J's Little Girl Ch. 02 Just as the clock changed from 5:59 to 6:00, he opened the door. The smell of fresh rolls wrapped around him like a soft blanket and he smiled as he set down his keys. She had obviously put in a little extra effort to please him. It always worked; he loved her cooking. Entering the dining room, he saw her standing by his chair and felt himself harden a little. She still wore his collar, the black leather contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Her breasts were bare, the nipples hard, even though it was quite warm in the house; the schoolgirl skirt she wore wouldn't cover her ass at all if she were to bend over. She didn't move when she saw him, but her face lit up with happiness and a shy smile crossed her lips. "I made your favorite rolls, and I spent an hour on the chicken to get it perfect. Oh, and I mixed the Jack and Coke just like you taught me to." She gazed at him for approval. He had to laugh; she looked like a little girl. His little girl. He went to her and kissed her fiercely, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands dropping to cup her bare ass. Eagerly she wrapped her arms around him, melting into his embrace. It was all he could do to disengage himself, but he knew if he didn't, he'd take her right there. And he still had a punishment to administer. And a dinner to eat. She pouted as he drew away from her, wanting more, wanting it right now. His response was to firmly swat her right ass cheek and tell her to go sit down. The dinner was over much too quickly in her opinion. But when he told her how wonderful it was, she couldn't help squirming a little with delight. He rose and went to fix himself another drink, and she knew what she was supposed to do. The table was cleared in no time, but she stood in front of the sink for a few moments, contemplating. Was she supposed to wash everything now, or go directly to their room? She didn't remember the words "wash the dishes" coming from him, so she turned and walked as gracefully as she could toward the bedroom. He was sitting in his big leather armchair, watching some sort of sports thing on the TV. She loved that chair because sometimes she would curl up on his lap while he sat there and he would stroke her hair. The safe, relaxed, loved feeling this gave her was the best thing in the world. When she entered the bedroom, her eyes went immediately to the leather paddle hanging from its strap on the wall. She felt herself get moist and her heart skipped a beat. Quietly she shut the door behind her and approached the wall, reaching up to take the flat leather object down from its peg. The leather smell of it filled her nostrils and she felt her pussy tighten with expectation. He made her wait twenty minutes before entering the room. The anticipation was driving her crazy, and she knew he was well aware of that. The sheets were already damp beneath her, but she sat very still as he came near. "Stand up," he said in a firm voice. Timidly she rose, holding the paddle out to him. He took it and, to her surprise, set it aside. Then he took her hand, leading her out to where a chair was placed in the middle of the living room. "Stand in front of the chair." As she obeyed, she heard him unbuckle his belt and slide it free of its loops. Her stomach tightened into a knot at the sound. "You were bad today, weren't you, little one?" Her eyes found her feet and she stared at them. "Yes, Sir," she whispered. "Tell me what you did wrong." She paused; then gave him her best puppy dog eyes, opting for the daddy's-girl approach. "Oh daddy, I'm so sorry I did it. I knew I wasn't supposed to! I couldn't help it..." "Wrong answer," he abruptly cut her off, taking her arm and turning her to face the chair. "Bend over and put your elbows on the chair. Hold onto the legs to keep you steady." She felt warm tingles shoot from her stomach downwards as she obeyed his instructions. But suddenly a realization came to her: the curtains weren't closed and they were terribly close to the big living room window! "Daddy, the window..." she began then squealed sharply as his belt found the soft spot under her ass, right at the tops of her thighs. "I didn't give you permission to talk, slave." He admired the bright red welt that was forming on her soft white skin. "I decide where you will be punished. And if anyone walks by and sees me blistering your cute little red ass, they'll know you've been a bad girl today." She bit her lip to keep from protesting, realizing that he was the one in charge and further complaints would only get her into more trouble. She flushed deeply, wondering if there would be any witnesses to her chastisement. "I want you to count," his voice interrupted her thoughts. "Yes daddy." He placed one hand on the small of her back to keep her still, then expertly brought the belt across her quivering cheeks. She yelped and would have jumped, but his strong hand held her firmly in place. "One," she said shakily. "Spread your legs a little," he instructed and was pleased when this time she obeyed without a sound. When the belt struck her again, it briefly stung the outer lips of her sex, and her "two" came out as a sob. He made her count to twenty, then calmly put his belt back on. Tears made their way down her sweet face and thick juices made their way down her inner thighs. She was quivering with pain and desire, the window forgotten. "You will remain there for ten minutes; do not move at all. Then you will go back to the bedroom." She felt him leave and suddenly needed him badly. The ten minutes seemed an eternity. Her ass felt like it was on fire from his discipline, her pussy was throbbing, and she suddenly remembered that both were facing the window. Resisting the urge to turn around and make sure nobody was outside was almost too much to bear. But she knew she must not move. Instead she counted the time in her head, and when she was pretty sure it had been ten minutes, she carefully stood, still not looking at the window, and went to him in the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed. "Come here and stand next to me," he instructed her. When she got close he could smell the musky scent of her sex. "You didn't answer me before. What did you do wrong?" His voice was stern again. She realized that she hadn't answered him, and that had been a big mistake. When he asked her something, he expected an answer. She chewed her lower lip for a second, her eyes cast downward. "I pleasured myself when you told me not to." "That's right, you disobeyed my direct order. Then, instead of admitting that to me, you whined and apologized, which is not what I asked you to do." She cringed, sensing his disapproval and not liking that he felt that way because of her. "The living room was to be your only punishment, but you screwed that up by your further refusal to obey. I want you naked, now." She took off her high heels, her stockings and her short skirt as fast as she could. The material of the skirt stung as it slid across the welts on her buttocks. When she reached up to her collar, he stopped her. "Leave that on... now, bend over my lap." "Yes Sir," was all she said, although her insides were churning. Her ass was already sore and red! She laid herself over his lap and he put his arm on her back, keeping her from falling. "Hold still," he said, then reached over and took the paddle off the bed where they'd left it earlier. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, anticipating the sting of the paddle. Instead, he rubbed it lightly over her fiery buttocks until he felt her relax. Then, without warning, he brought it up and back down sharply. She squealed. Her pussy throbbed intensely. He paddled her thoroughly, making her glow from the tops of her cheeks to her mid thighs. She was quivering on his lap, sobbing uncontrollably. He could see the wetness glistening between her legs, and from the shuddering of her body, he knew she was on the edge of a climax. "Spread your legs wide," he ordered. He shifted the paddle in his hand and brought it down on her dripping pussy. She squeaked and trembled and he held her firmly until she was still. Then he alternated between spanking her pussy and her ass until she was writhing against his knee, still sobbing, her juices soaking his pants. "You're going to come, aren't you?" he murmured to her. "You are such a bad little girl; you can't resist yourself even when you are getting punished." "Do it now, come for your daddy." He spanked her hard three more times and she suddenly tensed on his lap and exploded. He didn't stop his rhythm, instead leading her through her orgasm until she finally went limp over his knee. He set the paddle on her back and stroked her hair. "That's my girl. You listen when you want to, don't you?" Gently he helped her up and wiped the tears from her face. His dick was hard and ready to fill her, and she knew it, climbing onto the bed and looking at him questioningly. "On your hands and knees," he instructed. "Tonight I want to fuck your ass." He undressed and retrieved a bottle of lube from the dresser. Obediently she waited for him, jumping a little when he poured a small stream of the gooey lubricant down her ass crack. Its coolness felt good on the warm redness of her freshly punished skin. Expertly, he worked the gel into her tight little hole. At first she resisted, but his fingers were insistent, and finally she relaxed enough to allow him into her. "Beg me," he ordered. "Beg me to fuck you in the ass." He loved it when she begged. "Please daddy," she whispered softly. "Please fuck my ass. Please push your big hard cock into my little asshole and fuck it into me hard." She felt him guide his cock to her puckered opening and unconsciously tensed. He smacked her ass, causing her to wince. "Don't tense up unless you want me to rip you apart," he warned gruffly. She took a deep breath, and just as she let it out, she felt him enter her. He felt impossibly large and she let out a small cry of pain. He stopped, reached underneath her, and easily found her sensitive little nub. Gently he fingered it as he inserted himself deep into her body. Her cry of pain turned to a groan of pleasure and her body relaxed. He moved his hand up to her head, wrapping it in her hair and pulling roughly. "You feel so good. You love it when I fuck your ass, don't you?" He was thrusting into her hard and fast now. "Oh yes daddy; yes, yes, yeeeesssss." Her last yes turned into a shriek of pleasure as she came hard. Feeling her spasming sent him over the top, and he pushed into her as far as he could, unloading his hot jizz deep into her body, filling her with his seed. When he finally pulled out of her, a white stream followed him, running down her thigh. He moved away and off the bed. "Can you stand up?" he asked softly. "Yes daddy," she answered, loving him for caring about her. "Then get off the bed and go to your corner please. Do not move until I tell you to." "Yes Sir." She slowly stood, feeling his hot fluids run down her ass crack to her thighs. He hadn't given her permission to clean herself off, though, so she went to stand in the corner, her still very red ass facing the room. He smiled as he watched her obey him. God he loved this woman. Then he went to take a quick shower. She stood quietly, her inner thighs getting sticky, feeling just a bit faint. Her heart ached for his presence and she happily turned when he called to her from the bathroom. He sat on the side of their large tub, only a loose pair of p.j. pants on. Bubbles filled the bath. She didn't ask questions when he held out his hand, but just let him help her into the warm water. She sat quietly as he took the sponge and washed her, enjoying his affection. He paid attention to every part of her body, finally using his fingers to gently clean the sticky wetness from her labia. His touch aroused her and she moved against his hand. Then she felt his other hand under her butt. "Get on your knees." His voice was soft and loving. "Yes daddy." His hand moved tenderly down her still sore buttocks, soothing the sting from them. His fingers probed at her well abused little hole and she gasped as he slid one into her. "Naughty little girls need to be cleaned everywhere," he whispered into her ear. Her pussy twitched at his words, and he pinched her clit as his finger probed deeper into her ass. She let out a little moan and pushed herself against his rough hands. "I don't think so. You're not the one in charge here," he reminded her as he withdrew his hands and stood up. "And I think you've had more than enough for one day." He held a fluffy white towel open, wrapping her in it when she stepped from the tub. He kissed her forehead and let her snuggle against him for a moment. Carefully he patted her dry, then led her to their large bed. He laid her under the covers and sat next to her. "I expect not to have to punish you for the rest of the week," he growled, but she could sense the love in his voice, too. She smiled up at him. "Yes daddy." He bent and kissed her softly on the mouth. "I will be back in one hour. Go to sleep and I'll be here soon." She nodded, yawned, and snuggled into the soft covers as he left the room.