Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I watched him look over at Daddy Phil, saw my brown-eyed daddy notice and understand what my blue-eyed daddy had begun to do with his belt.
“Here’s a question,” Daddy Jacob asked the faceless human resources administrator at the other end of the line. “Should we punish her for little things? Like not paying attention for a moment?”
I felt my head start to shake. The attempt at negation, denial, refusal came as a pure reflex: my thoughts didn’t seem to have any intention of organizing themselves into anything other than confused impressions of the room, the chair, my naked bottom in the chair, suddenly tingling in a new way that somehow felt both unwelcome and terribly needful.
Somewhere to Daddy Jacob’s left, I heard Daddy Phil chuckle.
“Uh-huh,” Daddy Jacob said, his eyes fixed on mine, his brow furrowing a little. “That’s what I thought.”
My head kept shaking, slowly, then more quickly, then slowly again, as if I were trying to clear my head, though the things flowing through my mind stubbornly refused to assume any shape other than a panicky No… nononono.
“So…” Daddy Jacob continued. “It’s a good idea just to, say, give her the belt if we think it will help her stay focused?”
My breath had started to come in little gasps.
“Sure,” my brown-eyed daddy continued. “Got it. Yeah, we’ll tell her that before we whip her.”
“Get up, Marianne,” Daddy Phil said, in a low voice, as if he didn’t want to interfere in Daddy Jacob’s conversation with human resources. “Push your chair back and bend over the desk.”
I looked wildly over at him. He had his belt all the way out of his pants, and he had doubled it and rolled it once around his fist.
I heard Daddy Jacob say, off to the right, “Yeah, that’s what we thought, too. We’ll definitely break in her ass tonight, after the whipping.” His voice had taken on the tone of someone ready to end a call—not impatient, really, but conclusive: a man who had more important things to attend to right now. Like punishing a bad girl and fucking her in the ass. “Good to hear,” he said in that same voice. “I’ll definitely report on her session tonight in the app.”
I had frozen in place, utterly unable to move. My eyes had remained fixed on Daddy Phil.
I wanted to look at Daddy Jacob, but I also didn’t want to, because I feared I would see not the look of reassurance I craved but a stern expression, the promise of relentless justice. Human resources, faceless and unyielding, cruel and corporate, clearly wanted to make certain I got all the discipline I deserved for what I had done to Pamela Jones, Selecta’s vice president of something or other. I could see that my blue-eyed daddy didn’t have any trouble using that as an excuse to do something he clearly enjoyed very much: whipping a young woman’s bare bottom until she begged him to deflower her ass instead.
What I didn’t know—what I feared to find out, because maybe I would find out the opposite of what part of me so desperately hoped—was what my other daddy thought about it.
Daddy Jacob. Jacob Garvey. It wasn’t that Daddy Phil—Phil Baker, as I’d learned today—didn’t get me hot and bothered: just the thought of his six pack abs rising above his jeans, and the memory of how he had brandished his long, rigid manhood in front of me when he had made me suck his cock while Daddy Jacob had deflowered my pussy… the mental image and the sense-memory of him fucking my face sent a shiver of need through my naked body. Daddy Jacob, though… he got me hot and bothered in a different, somehow deeper way.
What my brown-eyed daddy thought seemed to matter to me, beyond the simplicity of trying to figure out whether he meant to punish me or not. Learning my brown-eyed daddy’s last name seemed to have heightened the effect even more. After all, he had just confirmed that a whipping lay in my immediate future: I wasn’t getting out of it, as far as I could tell, as absolutely unjust as it seemed. I still cared what Daddy Jacob thought, though, much more than I wanted to. The idea of looking at him now, after he had just discussed the end of my anal virginity with a faceless human resources representative, made my tummy flip over.
So I kept my eyes fixed on Daddy Phil.
Daddy Jacob, though, let me know his opinion. I heard his deep voice say, “Do as Daddy Phil says, honey. The lady from human resources just finished telling me that punishing you is the right choice, even for little things like not paying attention to the daddy who’s speaking to you.”
“But,” I said, turning to look at him, desperate now to see his facial expression. “But… Daddy, I…”