Callies daddy, p.1
Callie's Daddy, page 1
Callie's Daddy
By Mary Wehr
Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.
Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?
Chapter One
“Callie mine, I can’t spank that naughty little fanny of yours if you’re standing halfway across the room.”
Callie shifted nervously from one foot to the other, resisting the urge to cup her naked bottom with her hands and keep them there. “Um, well, that’s the whole idea, Daddy Brand. I don’t think I’m near ready for this spanking.”
“And why is that, hmm?”
“’Cause I know it’s gonna be a bad one.” She’d broken one of daddy’s rules way too many times even after she’d been warned of the consequences. “Can’t we put it off for another day?”
Brandon heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his black hair. “No, we can’t and stalling will only make it worse, princess.” He patted his thigh, coaxing her to come forward. “Come here and let’s get this over with.”
He was sitting on the edge of her bed shirtless, his trousers undone, hands resting on his knees. Callie allowed her gaze to pause a moment on his wide chest, admiring the fine dusting of hair that curled around his flat nipples then narrowed to a V and disappeared just above the waistband of his underwear. She could almost taste the saltiness of his skin. He cleared his throat, snapping her out of her lusty thoughts.
“Callie, be a good girl. Don’t make me come and get you.”
His tone remained stern, but his expression showed regret. Brandon Clay was her Prince Charming. Tall and handsome with broad shoulders and hands big enough to circle her waist and lift her high in the air just like her daddy used to do when she was a little girl. Callie bowed her head and closed the distance between them. She deserved this correction and she’d make him proud by being a big girl and accepting her punishment.
He spread his knees further and she stepped between them. The movement caused the flaps of his pants to open further and she couldn’t help but peek at the slight bulge tucked inside. She swallowed hard as he guided her over his lap. Her belly made direct contact with his firm hot flesh.
“How about I warm you up a bit, hmm?”
Fine by me. Callie wiggled in an effort to get comfortable. She so enjoyed daddy’s warm-ups. Kinda helped to relax her before the grand finale.
Smack! “That’s one.”
Caught off guard, she reached back to rub her punished cheek. “Yikes! Your idea of a warm-up is a hell of a lot different than mine.” She swore her right buttock had just burst into flames.
Brandon grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. His forearm rested between her shoulder blades to keep her still “No rubbing.” The next smack landed on her left buttock in much the same fashion. “Shit!”
“Tsk, tsk, what did I tell you about swearing? We’d be at three, but now I must start over.”
“I said shit, for heaven’s sake, not fuck.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. “One, two, three.” He paused. “Care to begin again?”
Callie shoved a fist in her mouth in order to keep from yelling her head off. Seemingly satisfied, Brandon went for four. She cried out at the fifth. All in all, she received ten solid smacks, twelve if she didn’t add the first two. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Her bottom had to be a bright red and she’d be surprised if she could sit at the breakfast table tomorrow without a pillow on the chair and he made light of her plight? “Easy for you to say, I, oh, my…” His palm glided over each punished cheek, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. With each pass, his hand drew closer toward the sensitive skin surrounding her dark hole. She bit her lip. Just the thought of him touching her in such an intimate way ignited her arousal. Callie spread her legs, panting as he pushed his little finger inside that forbidden place, just to the first knuckle. She bucked her hips. “More.”
“Such a dirty girl you are,” he chided, withdrawing his finger. “You don’t get rewarded for breaking the rules, princess.”
“Please, Daddy Brand, make me feel good.” She twisted and squirmed until her pussy connected with a certain spot on his anatomy that had swelled in size.
“Since you asked me so sweetly, how could I not?” He slid his middle finger inside her pussy and, at the same time pressed the tip of his thumb slightly into her back hole. His thumb was much bigger than his little finger and she gasped at the initial intrusion, squeezing her bottom cheeks so he couldn’t go any further. “Does this hurt, my sweet?”
Pleasure quickly replaced the burn, leaving her longing for more. He removed his thumb and she wiggled her bottom. “No, it feels good. More, please.” She raised her hips and eagerly met his thrusts. Her pulse quickened, her eyes widened, and she screamed from the force of her orgasm. Brandon pulled her into his arms and rocked her gently in his lap. “You’ll always be my special girl, princess.” He pressed a feather-light kiss on her forehead before laying her down on top of the covers. “I’ll be right back.”
Callie heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Within minutes, he came back with a washcloth and wiped her gently between her legs. “There now, you’re all cleaned up. Let’s get you under the covers.”
Callie scrambled to do his bidding. He settled himself next to her and gathered her into his arms. She inhaled deeply. The fine hairs on his chest tickled her nose and she giggled.
“Silly.” Brandon arranged the blanket so that they were both covered. “At least the air conditioner works in this rundown place.” He bent his head. “You, my girl, need to finish your packing.”
Callie smiled, snuggling close. “I can’t wait to move in with you, Daddy Brand.” The steady beat of his heart echoed in her ear. She yawned. Wrapped in his arms, she fell asleep.
Chapter Two
Several hours later
“Open wide for daddy.”
Callie parted her lips, keeping her gaze fixed solely on Brandon’s vivid blue eyes as he slipped slowly inside the moist cavern of her mouth. She fastened onto his firm flesh immediately and began to suck, a low moan of pleasure emitting from her throat as his own special flavor coated her tongue. Her taste buds did a happy dance and she indulged herself for a moment, but then her mischievous side took over and, despite his dire warning about biting, nipped the tip. Brandon’s dark brows narrowed into a V, but she caught the upward tilt at the corner of his mouth. He enjoyed their playtime just as much as she did. Unable to control herself, she released his thumb with a pop and burst into giggles. He tickled her ribs and she cried out, “Stop, please, I’m sorry I laughed, honest I am.”
Her mouth twitched despite her serious tone. Once again, she burst into a fit of giggles. They were both naked on the bed, and she was stretched languidly on top of him with her arms folded on his wide chest.
He ceased tickling and smacked her on the bare bottom hard. “No, you’re not, you little brat.”
She reached around to rub her behind. “Hey, no fair. I’m still sore from the spanking you gave me earlier.” She pouted, searching for any sign of sympathy on his part and came up with nothing. He sure was turning out to be a strict daddy.
“And whose fault is that, young lady?” He tapped her bottom lip. “What’s the point of having a cell phone if you don’t keep it charged, hmm?”
“Ugh.” Callie rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Must you keep bringing that up?” In a fit of temper, she rolled off to the side, but he pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her captive.
“Oh, no, you don’t, my little princess. You will not get into a snit and sulk the rest of the night. You’ve been warned to keep your cell charged in case of an emergency and you just dismiss it. Corporal punishment was way past due on my part.”
With a flick of her wrist, she waved away his concerns. “Corporal, shmorporal. What’s the big deal anyway? So I forgot to charge it. Nothing dire happened. I was at the shopping mall when my car wouldn’t start. It’s not like I was on a deserted road in the middle of the night with the bogeyman chasing me.”
“Don’t get sassy with me.” He whacked her ass again.
“Ouch!” Callie swore her backbone vibrated from the weight of his hand landing on her tender skin. “Why are you being such an old meanie?”
“An old meanie, am I?” His brows nearly reached his hairline. “Listen here, missy. You know the rules. Three strikes and you’re out. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll change that rule to one strike and you’re out. Your safety is way too important to me.”
The beating of his heart echoed in her ear along with his words. He was right as usual. After a while, he spoke. “While I’m away, I want you to promise me something.”
She’d promise him the moon if she could snatch it from the sky. “What’s that?”
He took hold of her right hand and held it up to her face. “Try not to chew on your thumbnail.”
She scowled. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I don’t stick my thumb in my mouth in public so what’s the harm with doing it at home when I’m by myself?”
Her outburst hadn’t affected him in the least. It never did. He had the patience of a saint and to be honest it sometimes pissed her off. Would he ever get truly angry with her and give her a good sound spanking? What did that phrase even mean? She’d been caught off guard earlier… The smacks he’d administered were much harder than usual and it felt like he was doing his best to ignite a fire on her bottom. Maybe she needed her head examined. She should be happy he was gentle most of the time.
“Besides being a nasty habit, your thumb has to hurt.”
Her thumb did hurt like hell, but Callie wasn’t in the mood for a lecture now that she’d been reminded about his upcoming trip, which was tomorrow. She missed him already and he wasn’t even gone. She huffed and wiggled her hips. “Let me up.”
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Nope.”
“Are you thirsty?”
“Nope.”
“Then you’re staying put.”
Oh, no, she wasn’t. She wanted to sulk and cry and stamp her foot in the worst way and nobody was going to stop her. Her struggling increased. She managed to slip a few inches down his body. One huge shove and she could make her escape between his legs, but all her pushing and straining caused more than her temper to swell.
“Dirty girl,” he admonished sternly. “Be still before I have to settle you down. You’re in no position to argue.” He grasped her under the arms and before she knew it, she was right where she had started, only this time his hands were folded just above her tailbone and way too close to his earlier target.
Callie lay still. There was no other place she’d rather be than in this man’s arms anyway, but when she rested her head against his chest, she made a point of avoiding his gaze. Tears stung her eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Look at me, my sweet pretty girl.”
She swiped her tears away with the back of her hand and raised her head. “You liked sucking daddy’s thumb, hmm?” His smile made her breath hitch. Brandon Clay was a huge man, well built for thirty-seven. Black hair curled at the nape of his neck. Striking blue eyes were framed by ridiculously long lashes. He possessed a perfectly cut nose, firm chin, and the sexiest pair of lips she had ever seen on a man. “From now on instead of sticking your thumb in your mouth, you can nibble on mine, but if you bite hard I’ll spank you.”
“What am I supposed to do when you’re not here?”
“You’ll be a good girl and wait until I am, or daddy could always buy you a fooler.”
Puzzled, she asked, “What’s a fooler?”
“A pacifier.”
“Oh, you mean a binky?” That just might work. “Sticking my thumb in my mouth is a nasty habit,” she relented. “It’s my nerves, I guess.”
“And that’s another thing. Stop dwelling on what might be going on at that blasted restaurant. Harry Bailey will be caught in due time.”
“But…”
“No buts. Your suspicion about the man dallying into some illegal stuff is only just that, a suspicion. You need solid proof and that you don’t have, so put it out of your mind. The matter will be taken care of, I promise.”
“By Uncle Dave?” He really wasn’t her uncle but since he was daddy’s best friend she regarded him as such.
“Yes, by Uncle Dave.” His warm palm moved up and down her back, soothing her troubles away, at least for the moment. “My, aren’t you a lucky young lady to have an uncle who’s a detective.”
She sure was. Uncle Dave made the speeding tickets go away and he was handsome too. “I’ll never forget the day you both stopped by the restaurant for the very first time. When I saw you, my breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded so hard I thought I’d faint dead away. You both looked so handsome and sexy in your suits.”
“And I’ll never forget the impact your smile had on me or how you kept looking over at our table even though you made a point of stopping to chat with some of the other men in suits.” He growled. “I was tempted to turn you over my knee for being so friendly and seemingly unaware of the effect your attention was having on those men.”
Callie pushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “You wore the most fearsome scowl when you placed your order.” Instead of scaring her, she had been more drawn to him. “And when you threatened to spank me if I made any stops on the way back, I was shocked.”
“You blushed so prettily at the threat of punishment. I knew then and there you were the one for me. I even threatened Dave that all he could be was an uncle. I’d already decided that you would be my princess.”
Callie’s belly quivered with excitement. “I was speechless. I couldn’t believe how such a handsome, sexy man would pick me to flirt with. Needless to say I never expected the threat of a spanking to come out of your mouth. I was ready to give up on finding a man who could be a daddy and fulfill all my fantasies.” Her face heated. “Even though some people think it’s too weird and immoral.”
“No one has the right to judge what is moral or immoral.” He hugged her tight. “Such a sweet girl you are. You blew my mind the first time we made love. I couldn’t imagine a gem like you not being claimed. Now, you’re all mine to pamper and spank. Teach and nurture and…” He rolled on his side, taking Callie with him. Surprised, she hung onto his broad shoulders as he reached for the nightstand next to the bed. He grabbed a small box that seemed to have suddenly appeared.
“Hopefully, become my wife.” He lifted the lid. Nestled inside was the most beautiful emerald ring she had ever seen. “Do you like it? It matches your eyes, but if you’d rather pick out your own ring I can return it.”
Her heart pounded so hard she thought it’d burst from her chest. “Don’t you dare, I love it.” Tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
He chuckled. “I take it that’s a yes?”
All she could do was nod and watch as he slipped it on her finger. “Happy?”
“Oh, yes. Brandon, if you hadn’t come into my life I swear I’d still be as miserable as I was before. Boys my age are so immature, but at least the job I had was fairly decent.” She pulled a face. “That is until Harry Bailey bought the place and turned it into a dive.” She sighed. Being a server at a bar/restaurant hadn’t been all that bad. “Why do things have to change? What am I supposed to do now?”
“Wear my ring and know that I will always take care of you. If you want to work, we’ll check around, but I must warn you. I’m going to be awfully lonely if you find a job.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Because after this business trip is behind me, I plan on working from home. My staff can notify me of any problems that require my immediate attention.”
Since he owned the largest battery-making plant in Pennsylvania, he could make these decisions. “Truly, truly?”
“Cross my heart. As for things changing, well, we have no control over that. We found each other and that’s the most important thing. Soon we’ll embark on a journey that will make us both happy. While I’m away, finish up with your packing and make sure you call Bailey and tell him you are no longer working for him.”
Several seconds passed by before she realized he had stopped talking. She raised her head and asked, “What?”
His smile had been replaced with a frown. He must think she was being stubborn. “Who makes the rules around here?”
“Daddy makes the rules.”
“And who is supposed to obey those rules?”
“I am.”
“Then what’s got you so down in the mouth? I know we’re in agreement about you quitting your job.”
“I am so ready to get out of there.” She lifted one shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you, is all.”
His strong arms wrapped around her body in a warm embrace. “I can’t wait until you move in with me. I’ll take care of you properly and we can start our journey into ageplay and all the rewards it entails.”
“You mean like making sure I eat right and don’t stay on the Internet too long or make sure I don’t speed and get a ticket?”
