Daddies Brat

Schwack! The second stroke resonated through Julia as though she were a church bell. The intense pain vibrated from the top of her head and down through her feet. She gripped the padded arms of the chair tightly, trying to work the ringing agony away from her buttocks and into the softness of the upholstery through her fingernails. Mercifully, she felt her skin beginning to dry out a little. Julia held her breath. She was determined to get through this. The light tapping of the cane made her flinch.

Schwack! Richard laid the third stroke at a slight angle across where the previous two had landed. Julia’s fingers shot forward before she dug her long nails back into her palms, trying to freeze her nerves for a moment to stop the pain coursing through her. It was futile. She was sobbing now. Julia abandoned herself to her agony as a strange vibrating fog filled her head and started to lift her from her body. The memories of Julia’s convent caning came rushing back to meet and intensify the all too-current reality.

Schwack! Schwack! Two strokes in quick succession saw Julia unable to exhale. After a few lingering moments, she let out a shuddering wail and, gripping the arms of the chair firmly with her hands, threw her legs out in an attempt to disperse the energy of the pain.

‘Just one more stroke, Miss Jenkinson. You’re taking this rather well.’

Julia was numb. She lifted her bottom as if defiantly to invite the stroke, though her real aim was to position herself to be sure the final blow would land in quite a different spot from the previous lashes.

Schwack! Julia’s eyes shot to their widest. ‘Fuck!’ ‘Fuck!’ Unable to control her responses, Julia fell to her knees and dropped to the floor, writhing in tears and piercing pain. At that moment, she hated Richard with furious intensity.

He tried to help Julia up, but she shrugged him away angrily. Gripping her growing welts, she stumbled to the sofa and fell face down into it. She began to sob the deepest, slowest of sobs. Sobs that came from somewhere so profound that, to Julia, it felt as though they originated far below the confines of her body.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Keeping a careful distance, Richard gently placed a blanket over Julia and brushed the hair from her face with an outstretched arm. Julia searched for the anger, the pure, raging revulsion, that she’d felt for him just a few moments ago. Strangely, she found her explosive hatred towards Richard had rapidly faded.

She opened an eye but saw little through her tears. Julia wanted the deep sobs to continue. Whatever this was inside her was much more than physical; she needed it to come out. ‘Touch me, Sir.’ Her words made their way through the grimace on her face like a quiet scream between her sobs. He placed his hand under the blanket and on the small of her back. The warmth of it unlocked something within her, and the sobs quickened. Julia felt herself returning to her body. It seemed lighter and clearer than before. She began to shake violently.

Richard lay down alongside her. She turned towards him, and he gently rocked her on top of his body, just a little to one side, moving the blanket across Julia’s back to ensure she remained covered. Her hands were still on her bottom, but rather than gripping it to freeze the pain, she was stroking it now.

Julia’s sobs had given way to deep, shivering breaths. Her eyes had started to clear. ‘Kiss me, Sir.’ Her words emerged as something between a quiet command and a submissive plea. She turned her head towards Richard’s face, and he stroked away her damp hair and slowly placed his lips on hers.

It started as the gentlest of kisses, the soft biting and sucking of lips. Then those kisses gradually built in intensity until they were deep and lingering. Richard kissed the last sobs out of Julia. In their place, she found a glow like a gentle, poignant wash of sunlight after a fierce storm. Running her hand down Richard’s chest, she unbuckled his belt and freed the top of his trousers. His cock was not yet completely hard. Lightly, Julia ran the tip of one fingernail along its length, and his cock began to twitch into fullness.

Without, even for one moment, breaking their deep kisses, she rocked herself directly on top of Richard and slid up his torso, arching her back so that her cunt was now above the tip of his cock. There was no urgency. Slowly, as they moved with the rhythm of their kisses, they drew together until his cock and the outer lips of her cunt were teasing one another.

Without thrusting or thinking, they continued to sway rhythmically in an intense yet languid tryst. The head of Richard’s cock was just inside Julia now, finding its gentle way. She felt soft waves of pleasure flowing through the energy lines that the shocking pain of her caning had formed; they rippled throughout her body and released through her head and toes. Delicate as these waves were, they were full of impulsion. It felt to Julia as though the caning had cleared away long-held tensions, empowering entirely new sensations of sexual energy within her. And this was merely the start. They were barely moving.

It seemed that both Richard and Julia were trying to take one another without any perceptible motion from their hips. Every quiver as they drew slowly together sent shivers of deepening intensity through her until, at last, he was in her so deeply and intimately she was not sure where she ended, and he began. They were locked together, entirely still except for their probing mouths and the shudders of sexual frisson that drifted in waves over Julia’s body as she felt her wetness pooling on his groin. Lightly, she ran her fingers up Richard’s balls, spreading her juices over them.

Their hips were moving now. Not thrusting, it was a gentle gyration that kept his cock in the closest, deepest contact with Julia’s cunt. It was much more than a fuck. It was something entirely fresh yet somehow intensely familiar. Their sexual energy rose together from plateau to plateau. Julia felt sharply focused yet wholly blown open. A powerful illuminating force drove her firmly, gradually towards an intense and extraordinary orgasm. Richard tried to pull away. ‘I’m going to come.’ He writhed to take his naked cock out of Julia’s cunt. She sat back, pinning him down to the sofa. ‘I’m safe,’ she whispered, ‘please! I want you to come deep inside me, Sir.’

Julia was sitting hard against Richard’s balls now. She could feel them tightening as he began to trip over into orgasm. Julia shut her eyes tightly and let go. Pulses of light buzzed through her head. Wave upon wave coursed through her body in a deep, raw, and fresh ecstasy. She collapsed onto Richard’s chest, her glistering cunt continuing to spasm on his softening cock as their juices flowed together inside her.

They lay there silently. Each did not dare to move or speak, as if they might break a spell they had just conjured from somewhere beyond their understanding.

It wasn’t long before Richard’s phone pierced apart the magic. He’d put it on vibrate, but in their intimate tranquillity, the buzzing of someone phoning felt almost deafeningly intrusive. ‘Damn! I’m so sorry.’ Richard fumbled to pull the phone from his trouser pocket. He turned it off and pitched it across to the armchair in disgust.

‘Shit! My call! God! No!’ Julia jumped to her feet, tearing apart what remained of their intimacy. She’d intended to take her phone off silent long before Richard arrived. But things had run away from her. She’d entirely forgotten the check-in call from her friend. Julia leaped across the room and bounded up the stairs to her bedroom, grabbing her phone from the bedside table. ‘Fuck!’ Eighteen missed calls.