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Daddy's girl
1. Nikki and Samantha
?Wow ? omigosh ?,? said Samantha, ?your apartment is just amazing.?
?Amazing,? Samantha said again, through the open doorway of the bathroom tiledfrom floor to ceiling in unpolished dove-grey marble.
?My god, Nikki,? as she bounced on the enormous bed clothed in slinky greysilk sheets and covers, amongst Nikki's menagerie of stuffed toys and teddybears. ?This is just an incredible place. And that view ? wow. I love it. Ilove all your stuff.? The furniture, the voluptuous marble sculptures, thepaintings and the sexy black and white photos on the walls ? close ups thatmorphed between flower forms and intimate anatomy. The clothes and shoes fillingthe walk-in wardrobe, the good taste ? and behind it, the money ? on displayeverywhere.
Nikki, kicking off her kitten-heels and stretching out on the massive whitecorner sofa in the living room, simply grinned. ?What can I say babe, Daddyis good to me.?
?This Daddy ?,? Samantha shook her head, ?? well, I don't know. All I cansay is ? when can I meet him??
?Soon. Soon, if you like. Just so long as you behave yourself ??
Nikki shut her eyes for a minute, sinking back on the luscious white sofa.Daddy really was good to her. And what Daddy wouldn't love his Nikky? Lookat her ? those long, sleek, but full, soft limbs ? bare tanned legs and arms.The black linen summer dress bunching up on the swells of her thighs againstthe sofa. Full breasts stretching the cloth. Her nearly black hair, cut justabove shoulder height, strands of which she's brushing away from her long laughingmouth with a manicured fingernail. Mischeivious hazel eyes, now hiding behinddark-dusted lids like moth wings. Pointed little cat tongue flashing over herteeth as the lips curl back for an instant. Then she composes her mouth again,wriggles her back more comfortably into the sofa, and her nose twitches.
The sofa bounces under her, startling her eyes open, as Samantha flings herselfdown beside her. They hug for a moment.
?It's just so exciting ? I mean, isn't it? You living here ? I mean, our Nikkia kept woman! It's so ? decadent, isn't it. Brilliant. And d ? 'you know what ??
Samantha wrinkles up her freckled face, pushes the blonde hair back behindher ears, and puts on a highly serious TV guru expression ? ?you know what,Nikki, you deserve it girl. After some of those stupid, low-life boyfriendsyou've had, it's about time you found a man who can make you happy. And ifit just has to be a rich older man who sets you up in a beau-ti-ful apartment,buys you tonnes of clothes and presents - and oodles of sexy lingerie - well,what can you do??
?Oh, Sam, thank you. I'm really glad you're happy for me.?
All languor gone, Nikki springs up from the sofa. Stands in front of her friend,hands on hips, smiling as ever, ?right then, time for champagne? I think so.?
The two girls were on the second bottle. The stereo was on loud. Sam had pulledout most of Nikki's lingerie wardrobe and modeled, holding the outfits againsther clothes, all pouting mouth and mussed hair, sticking her tongue throughcrotchless lace panties, swaggering her chest out into expensive silk bras.Basques, camisoles, and Daddy's favourite little pussy-winking babydolls.
Panties, bras, nighties and garter-belts were strewn everywhere. Two champagneflutes, half a bottle and another empty rolling on its side against cast-offpumps. Olive stones and lipstick-smeared gold-tipped cigarette butts pilingup in a cut glass ashtray on the mosaic coffee table. Two girls collapsingon the white sofa in fits of giggles.
Samantha lay on her belly, head propped on her knuckles with her elbows intoa cushion, lying along one wing of the sofa. Outside, the breezy summer afternoonwas turning into a vivid blue dusk. The big wraparound windows poured in goldenevening light. Inside, Samantha was putting on her serious-pouty expressionagain, and looking fixedly at her friend.
?Nikki, your Daddy ? does he really spank your bottom??
Nikki giggled. Hid her face in a cushion. Then sat up and looked back intoSamantha's face. Stubbed out her cigarette with great care. Bit her lip. ?Ye-es.It's true. My Daddy spanks my botty. But only when I'm a naughty girl.?
The last came out in a husky whisper. They both giggled. A tension giggle.
Nikki refilled the glasses. ?Seriously, Samantha. Yes, Daddy does spank me.That's part of our relationship. It's something we agreed on, and I accept.?
She stopped for a minute, sipping thirstily at her champagne.
?Go on,? prompted Sam.
?Okay. Well, yes, I have to admit I didn't know what to make of it at first.You remember when I first started seeing Daddy, you remember we called himmy ?mysterious gentleman'. And that's what he was, just this incredible gentleman,like something out of some kind of movie. Taking me out to these fancy restaurants,then sending me home after in a taxi, with just this gentle, warm kiss lingeringon my lips. Then sending flowers round to the boutique the next day. I didn'treally know what to make of it. Obviously he was this smart, older guy, obviouslywith plenty of money, and he said that he enjoyed my company and he liked tosee me enjoying myself. All very nice, it made me feel pretty good to be treatedlike some kind of lady for a change. And obviously I knew he was going to wantsomething more out of it, but I was just enjoying seeing how it was going togo. He made all the moves, like he was in control of the situation from thebeginning. I didn't even know his phone number, or anything about him really ? tobe honest, there's still a lot I don't know about what my Daddy gets up to,but that's another story. But so far everything he did was just right ? amI explaining myself? It was all a bit mysterious, just waiting to see whathe'd surprise me with next, but I was enjoying the ride.
?Then one day he called, he asked me to meet him in this hotel bar, the barat Les Ambassadeurs no less. It was all this dark leather and shadycorners, chinese screens. Like the men in Saville Row suits talking in hushedvoices behind the screen next door were probably selling oil fields or nuclearwarheads, or arranging who was going to be the next president of Zaire or somewhere.And there in one of these shady corners was me and Daddy, I was sipping a champagnecocktail and he was drinking some incredibly expensive brandy, and he lookedall businesslike and serious and said there was something serious he wantedto talk about with me. He said, how much he had enjoyed the time we had spenttogether, and how he had grown to like me and take an interest in my life,and he believed that I was an imaginative and open-minded young woman, andhe hoped I understood how much he respected me and all this, and so would considerhis proposition in a spirit of mutual respect and trust. His proposition, that'swhat he said. And he smiled at me, and I felt scared, and ready to be shocked,but at the same time I felt I could just melt into his big dark eyes. I nodded,and touched his hand. He explained that he had been looking for a long timefor someone special, and he hoped I might be the one. What he would ask fromme might seem unconventional, and it might seem to be asking a lot. He saidthat the relationship he offered would require from me a great deal of trustand commitment, and that most girls wouldn't be comfortable with what he wasasking. Perhaps I wouldn't be, in which case, he said, he hoped we could partwith fond memories of the short time we had spent together. But perhaps, hethought, he might offer me something more.
?So he explained that he had what he called unconventional sexual or romantictastes. In a relationship he likes to take a dominating role. He said thathe isn't a sadist, he doesn't enjoy causing pain. He takes pleasure in receivingobedience and sexual submission from a beautiful woman. But there can be twosides to that role. On the one hand he wants to nurture, protect and give pleasure.Of course, he'll support me in style, treat me like a queen, I'll never wantfor anything and all that. But, he said, perhaps a little immodestly he thinkshe can give me rich and fascinating experiences on more than just the materiallevel. But then, on the other hand, I have to know that he can be very demanding.He will demand that, within the limits we set on the relationship, I will puthim before anything else, and work hard to make him happy. And he will demandmy obedience. That means that I accept his say on something even when I disagreeor maybe feel uncomfortable with what he's asking. And, if he believes it isnecessary, he will use physical punishment to reinforce obedience.
?That was exactly how he said it. In the bar in Les Ambassadeurs, inthis quiet shady little corner. Sitting across the table looking directly intomy eyes. After he'd finished, we just sat there looking at each other for afew moments. I didn't know what to think, what to say. Part of me thought Ishould just walk out of there, I don't know. But, you know, I just sat therestaring into his eyes.
?He smiled. He said, yes it was a lot to think about. Yes, it was a lot totake on all at once, but he had found it was best to be open about these thingsfrom the start. If I wanted to, he would take me on a journey towards a distanthorizon, he would be my guide. But I needed to come with my eyes open fromthe beginning. He said he would be there, in the same place, at the same timethree days later. That is where it would begin, if I chose. Then he stood up,bent over and kissed me on the lips as I looked up at him, still pretty muchin a daze, and he left.
?Three days later, I was there again. I came into the bar, I was five minuteslate. The waiter showed me to the same seat, then he brought me a champagnecocktail, before I even had a chance to order anything. Daddy wasn't thereyet, in fact the bastard made me wait another ten minutes fidgeting in thechair. Then he came in. He didn't sit down, he just stood next to me, smiled,and held his hand out to me for me to stand up. I was scared, my heart wasreally thumping. I wanted him to just hold me really tight, he put his armround me, kissed me. Then we went upstairs, he had booked a suite. It was reallybeautiful, so much light through the windows, views of the park, and the roomwas just full of flowers. We just talked a lot at first, I was really nervous,at least until I got quite tipsy on champagne. And we kissed, Daddy strokedmy hair. I felt like a little girl already - that's what he does to me Sam.He had brought me this diamond bracelet - it must be worth absolutely thousands.I just kept holding it up in the light from the window, watching it sparkleso much, like there were all little fires in each of the stones.?
Nikki stopped. She drank down the rest of her glass, and looked hard at Sam. ?Gosh.I'm rambling on, Sam. I'm sorry ? I don't know what it must all seem like toyou, and I'm not sure I really know how to explain ? I mean ??
They smiled at each other. Sam said, ?so far it sounds, well, really romanticNikki. Actually, incredibly romantic. If a bit weird, it's true. But ? well,you haven't said ??
Nikki laughed loud. ?I haven't said anything about the spanking? Is that whatyou really want to hear about Sammy? It is, isn't it. I'm sorry, enough diamondsand flowers and kisses, let's get down to it. Okay.?
She was lighting another cigarette. Smoked, cleared her throat, composed herself. ?Okay,the truth. The truth is I'm a shameless hussy and actually I rather like it.Well, let me qualify that. There's spanking, and then there's when it's rathermore serious, and that can be something else. But for the most part ?
?Well, the truth is, sometimes I think Daddy might have guessed I alreadyhad a weakness for a few love pats, even a little bit of bondage. Maybe it'sjust my imagination, but I think he might have known I wouldn't be too shockedby the idea. You remember my ex-boyfriend Chris? Sometimes we used to playspanking games, Chris used to tie my wrists behind my back, then he'd put meover his knee and give me a bit of a spanking. You know, pretty light stuff,I was a naughty chambermaid or something - ? oh please master Chris, pleasesir, I promise I'll be a good girl in future. ' He never smacked me veryhard, and then after a few smacks he'd stop and tickle in between my legs ? well,that used to get me very hot, my dear, and then the naughty chambermaid wouldget a jolly old rogering. But it was only a bit of fun, we both had to be inthe mood for it. I certainly wouldn't have let him try anything like that ifI wasn't up for it already.
?But of course with Daddy it's different. He doesn't spank me just for fun ? ornot usually, and then it's just a few pats. And when he spanks me he usuallytakes it quite seriously ? or at least he makes out as if he does. And sometimesI'm not in the mood for it at all, in fact often I'm all indignant and I'mnot happy about it at all, but I have to go through with it because that'spart of the whole thing. And at first I thought I might resent it. And sometimesmaybe I still do. But the more I'm with Daddy, the more ? it's like I understandit more. So now at first I might kick up, throw a fit, but then he takes controland soon, somehow without me knowing it, I don't want to fight him any more.I just feel like I'm happy he's taken control, I can kind of let go of allof it ? it sounds stupid, but it's almost like I'm grateful to him for punishingme. And then I get that tingling inside ? well sometimes it's enough to makeyou want to be a naughty girl, just to feel that tingle inside when you'relying over Daddy's knee ??
Nikki stopped. She looked at Sam, who was lying with her head on her knucklesstaring wide-eyed up at her. Nikki took a drag and exhaled aloud.
?So, Sam, d ? 'you think I've gone mad? Or what??
?No, no. I didn't say that Nikki. I mean, whatever turns you on sweetheart ??
?Yes, okay, I get turned on from being spanked over my Daddy's knee. Actually,yes, fuck yes, I get seriously turned on from it. I get all wet when I'm gettingmy spanking. Okay??
Nikki put on a fierce face that turned into another stream of giggles, gigglingright into her champagne glass.
?So,? said Samantha, ?so what do you do to be a naughty girl then??
?To be a naughty girl?? Nikki put the cigarette out. ?Well, Daddy doesn'tlike me smoking for one thing. I mean, if Daddy had walked in just now andfound me smoking, well I'd have a red bottom tonight.?
?So aren't you worried he'll smell all the smoke in here if he comes tonight??
?No. Because I'll just blame it all on you Sam.?
?And then I'll get a red bottom ??
Nikki laughed. ?Well, maybe, if that's what you want Sam ??
Sam was blushing. She quickly tried to cover it up. ?What else? What elsedoesn't Daddy like??
?Well ? basically, Daddy wants me to act like a lady. To have good manners,always be polite, and kind, and that means showing that I value our time together,not sulking or being petulant or unappreciative. Always remembering what alucky young lady I am, and keeping a happy face, and trying to brighten theday for everyone I meet ? not bringing people down or making people worry.Not letting myself down either, and that means paying attention when Daddyis teaching me something, because I'm a clever girl, only sometimes I can bearrogant and think I know more than I do, and I have to watch out for that.So basically, always try to be good, and ? well, and always dress nicely, payattention to my appearance, depilate, exfoliate, manicure, always be on time,keep the flat clean ? Daddy pays for a cleaning lady but that doesn't meanI should let the place turn into a tip in the meantime, smile and say pleaseand thank-you, that kind of thing. Do all that, and my arse is safe. Be lateone time, or get in a rush so my hair's a mess or my makeup's not done properly,and I know I'll be over his knee when we get home that night. And, even thoughI might not think so at the time, the truth is that after he's made my bottomall red I'll be horny as hell, and so will he and I'll definitely get a goodseeing too.?
Sam said ? ?so, then, I mean, you like it really ? it's not really a punishmentat all is it? So you're not really going to be any less of a brat, are you??
Nikki was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she said, ?no, I think I havechanged quite a bit. I don't know if it's because of the spanking as such,maybe it's more that I respect Daddy, and I find ? god what am I saying ? butthat's how it is ? I respect him, and I find that I want to please him, I wantto be good for him. Yeah sometimes I might act like a bit of brat to get overhis knee, it's true, but that's only a bit of a game then. On the whole, Ithink I do try to act like a lady for him.?
She paused. Drank another sip. ?And then, there's some times when it's morethan just a little bit of a spanking ? I mean, being a few minutes late ornot fixing my make-up properly, that's one thing. Daddy knows I'm like thatsometimes, sometimes I'm just forgetful, maybe a little bit selfish, but it'sjust I get caught up in things. He understands that. When he gets really pissedoff with me, it's when he thinks I'm being deliberately rude. Daddy can't standrudeness. If he thinks I'm being inconsiderate to him, or to someone else,or lying to him, then he gets really upset with me. And then it's not a gameany more Sam. Then it's a real punishment.?
As if to emphasise the seriousness of a real punishment, the CD suddenly ended,leaving the two girls thinking in silence. From the open windows, they beganto hear the sounds of the city outside, sirens far off, the endless hum oftraffic, occasional voices in the street eight floors below.
?If you go in my bedroom,? Nikki said, ?look at what's hanging on the wallabove the bed.?
?I didn't notice ??
?So go and have a look, then.?
Sam pushed herself up off the sofa and, tripping at first over her long tipsylegs, went to the bedroom. ?Oh,? came out of the bedroom doorway. She cameback standing above Nikki in front of the sofa, holding out a thick strip ofheavy black leather, about a foot-and-a-half-long and three inches wide. Itwas in fact one longer black strip doubled over into a loop, then stitchedtogether along the length, with a metal V like a buckle protruding at one end.In short, an old-fashioned barber's razor strop.
?Nikki ? my god ? this looks wicked ? does your Daddy really ??
?Only once,? said Nikki. ?Only once. I keep it hanging over the bed as a reminder.Though you know I'm not going to forget it in a hurry.?
?He hit you with this ? on your bottom??
?On my bottom, then on my thighs, the inside and outsides of my thighs, then,last of all, he made me open my legs very wide, and he gave me five with thatright between the legs, on my pussy.?
?Christ ? you must've screamed the house down ??
Nikki shook her head. She swallowed, remembering. ?No, when Daddy punishesme hard, he scrunches up my panties and puts them in my mouth, like a gag.And when he hits me, I bite down really hard on the panties. So I don't scream,really. Just kind of whimper, really. And I cry a lot. I always cry. Daddycalls me his big crybaby.?
?But he's only beaten you with this once ??
?With that, yes. Usually if I've just been a little bit naughty he spanksme with his hand, over his knee. If I've been really bad he uses the paddle ? that'sin the drawer under the bed, if you're interested. Sometimes as well he givesme a few strokes with the crop between the legs. If I'm getting a serious spankinghe doesn't put me over his knee. When I'm lying on his knee I just wriggleabout a lot and get myself all excited ? and get Daddy excited too. And itfeels nice and comfortable, kind of safe, having that contact with him. Butwhen I've been really bad it's not like that. I have to kneel on the bed ? likethis ??
Nikki got herself into a doggie position on the sofa. On her knees, her facewas pressed down into the sofa, black hair all spread around, long arms stretchedin front, like praying, with her breasts squashed into the sofa, and her backarched up so her bottom stuck out into the air. Her legs were as far apartas they would go in the black knee-length dress. ?Normally I'd be completelynaked, and Daddy would make me open my legs much wider, so he can get the paddlein to get my inner thighs ? and if he wants to hit my pussy.?
?Wow,? said Sam. Sam stood there in front of the sofa, shifting a little fromfoot to foot, shaking her head in amazement. Then, stretching out her arm rathermeekly, she slapped the strap very lightly against Nikki's bottom. She laughed. ?Christ.?
Nikki rolled out of the position and sat up again.
Sam shook her head. ?I don't know Nikki, ? I don't know if I could do that.I mean, he must be really hurting you with that thing? it's not just a game,is it ??
?No, it's not just a game. I said, it's a part of our relationship. He's myDaddy, and he takes charge of me ? if I'm naughty, I get punished. But if I'mgood, then it's really good. He's really good to me, Sam. I mean, look at allthis, and more importantly ? wait till you meet Daddy ? you see, I know itmay seem strange to you, but it's worth it ? the worst punishment, the worstpunishment would be if my Daddy didn't love me any more. And if he let me justturn into a spoilt, nasty little brat, then I know I'd lose him. Even thattime when he punished me with the strop, I always knew that I could say no.But if I did that how would I make him respect me, after the stupid brat I'dbeen? I would lose his respect, and then it would change ? so I wanted himto punish me, I asked him to do it ? actually it was my idea that he use thestrop, I knew I needed that ??
Nikki poured out the end of the bottle. ?Sam, look ? I didn't really knowwhat to think of it at first either ? but it was what we agreed on from thebeginning, I went into it with my eyes open. And, well, I don't like beingpunished Sam, but you know it is really kind of sexy, isn't it? Don't you thinkso? Not when it's really hurting, but when I think about it now ? it does makeme feel pretty yummy to think about it. And afterwards, after I've been punished,well ? that's when it's the best ever. So be honest with me Samantha, justpicture yourself for a moment kneeling on that bed, naked, with your legs spreadwide open, waiting for the strap, not knowing when it's going to come, butjust waiting there, the air on your bare pussy. Doesn't the thought of it makeyou feel just a bit gooey inside??
Sam drank the glass down. ?Alright Nikki, maybe it does. I don't know. MaybeI know what you mean, but still I don't know if I'd ever let anyone do thatto me ? anyway, it's your choice I suppose ??
Nikki jumped up to change the CD. ?Anyway, talking about getting a spanking,we'd better start clearing up all this mess ? if Daddy comes and finds theplace like this.?
Sam started picking up shoes and underwear. Nikki carried the empty bottles,glasses and ashtray through to the kitchen. The music came on loud again, andthey danced as they cleaned up.
In the kitchen, where Nikki was washing the glasses, Sam leaned against thedoorframe and said, ?Nikki, so what did you do exactly to get the strop??
Nikki laughed. ?Oh, so you're not sure if it turns you on then ?.?
?Well ? it was just a simple question.?
?Was it? Well maybe I'll tell you, or maybe not. Maybe later, if you're agood girl, I'll tell you the story of how naughty Nikki got the razor strop ??
The phone was ringing. Barefoot, Nikki ran first to the stereo and turnedthe volume down, then dived over the back of the sofa, reaching for where thephone sat on the mosaic coffee table ?
?Daddy?? Her voice was all little-girl-caramel. ?Yes Daddy, my friend Samcame round to play ? she loves the apartment Daddy, she won't stop going onabout it, she's really jealous? does she want to stay for dinner? I'll ask,Daddy. Yes, of course ? yes, I know she'd love to meet you ? yes Daddy, I'llbe ready then, I'll make everything just how you like ? thank you Daddy, loveyou too Daddy ??
She put the phone down. ?Well then babe. Daddy says do you want to stay fordinner. What do you think? Still want to meet him, or are you worried you mightnot be able to stop yourself getting bent over my Daddy's knee and gettingthose cheeks reddened??
Sam ignored the last comment, though she couldn't hide her blush ? her facehad gone bright red. ?What do you think Nikki? ? of course I'll stay ??
?Fantastic. You can give me a hand with dinner. Oh, and Sam, Daddy says ifyou want we can have a sleepover ??
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