We chatted online and arranged to meet for coffee. I knew the place Sondra had chosen, so I arrived early for a quiet table where we could talk.
I was pleased to see Mila, my favorite barista, was working today.
“Good morning, Mila. You’re not too busy today, I see.”
“Good morning, sir. School’s out today, so everybody’s sleeping in. What are you having today?”
“I have a coffee date. I want a quiet table, please.”
“Right this way, sir.” She showed me to an out-of-the-way table where Sondra and I could meet quietly, away from the windows.
“Thank you, dear. I’ll have the usual.”
“I figured as much. Will there be anything else?”
“Yes, I’m meeting a young lady named Sondra. Please show her to my table and put her order on my tab.”
“Will do, sir. I’ll be right back with your order.
I stood to greet Sondra as she approached and helped her with her chair. She was in her thirties, a shapely brunette with short brown hair and piercing ice-blue eyes.
A big smile illuminated her pretty face.
“Hi, Master Gregory.”
She was far more beautiful in person than the FaceTime we shared online. She placed her order with Mila and sat down to chat.
“Hi, Sondra. So very nice to meet you in person. How may I be of service, my dear?”
Sondra had expressed an interest in resuming a past relationship that haunted her. The interview allowed us to meet and express her desires in detail.
“I’m not sure to be honest. I’m married and don’t want to change that. We have two wonderful kids, and I feel really blessed. It’s just that I sometimes miss what I had before I was married.”
Sondra was searching for words. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes looked through me. She saw her past in her mind’s eye and was trying to find the right words.
“It’s hard to explain. Ultimately, I know I will need to meet someone. My cravings are not going away.”
“Know that you jeopardize your marriage once you meet with another to fulfill such cravings.”
“Yes, Master Gregory.”
“Please start at the beginning, Sondra.”
Sondra began, “I started classes at uni when I was eighteen. I found a part-time job working in a clothing store. I worked directly with the owner, who ‘accidentally’ rubbed himself against me, patted my bottom, and touched my boobs all the time. Initially, I didn’t like him and hated him touching me.
“The pay was good, and I needed the money, so I put up with it. Over time, I don’t know why; maybe it was the attention, but I began to like him touching me. This made him bolder, and the touching got more intimate.
“It was a slow progression; he groomed and used me, trained me how he wanted me for him. I fell for him big-time. Eventually, he took my virginity and made me his submissive. I loved pleasing him, and I don’t know why, but I miss it sometimes.
“I’m happily married and have an incredible physical relationship with my husband. He more than satisfies me that way. I never told him about my experience with my boss. I worried he might lose some respect for me because I liked it so much. We have talked about my desire to be submissive. He tries, but he is uncomfortable spanking me, worried that he might hurt me.
“Anyway, it was a slow progression, and I so wanted him to have sex with me. He used to put me across his knee and spanked me. He knew it made me feel more submissive and aroused. I was unable to stop myself from spreading my legs and lifting my bottom up to him. I could feel his erection through his trousers when I was across his knee. In fairness to him, he never forced himself on me.
“There was an apartment upstairs in the store, and we used some of it for storage. That’s where we played. But he wanted to make my first time special and booked a luxurious hotel. He ran me a lovely bath and washed me gently. He even shaved my pussy, even though I didn’t have much hair. Afterward, he dried me, put me across his knee, and spanked me, touching me until I climaxed.
“He laid me on the bed and spread my legs. He licked and fingered my pussy and ass. It was the first time he had given me oral. He licked and kissed my boobs too. I was petite in stature, and my boobs were small. He seemed to like them anyway.
“He told me he wanted me lying on my back for him. He said he wanted to see my face when we fucked, and also, he wanted me to watch him penetrate me for the first time. He said I would always remember him.
“He was right as I remember it clearly as if it was last week. He teased my pussy with his tip and made me beg for it. I was saying, please make love to me. He told me to say, Please fuck me, Daddy.
“So, I repeated it back to him, Please fuck me, Daddy, and he told me I was such a horny little slut. I can still remember him entering me. He was so gentle and tender, asking me if I was OK. I’d wanted it for so long and was so ready.
“When he entered me fully, it felt amazing. I could feel his erection so hard deep inside me. I wanted to pull his face into mine and kiss me, but he kept his head up. He said he wanted me to see his cock sliding in and out of me. We both moved our bodies together, and I climaxed on his cock. He came shortly afterward and filled me with his cum.
“He stayed inside a little while in silence, just looking at me. Then he pulled out and told me to suck Daddy clean. I willingly obeyed, and he told me I was a good girl. Afterward, I lay on his chest feeling so special.
“Things finished when they sold up and retired overseas. I knew he was married and that we had no future, but I was still heartbroken.
“Afterwards, I was drawn to older dominant men. It was never the same. They weren’t real Doms, just guys trying to act tough. Then I met my husband. He was and still is the kindest and sweetest person I have ever known. He is tall, handsome, fit, and super intelligent but is so humble and fun. Guys like him, and girls love him, but he’s devoted to me and our children. He is a wonderful husband and father.
“I never really thought much about my experience as I guess life just took over, and we had our kids. One night, I was flicking through the TV channels, and I came across a movie called “The Secretary.” It was a dumb movie, but it brought back all those memories. I guess I had buried them for years. It seems my cravings are not going away.”
“Tell me about your cravings, Sondra,” I said.
“I just miss what I had when I was younger. I didn’t have to think or say anything. Daddy took control, and once he had me as his submissive, he knew I would have done anything to please him. He knew his using me gave me pleasure and made me feel more and more submissive. The more submissive I felt, the more I wanted him to use me. I craved it.
“I know it probably sounds silly, but whenever I pleased him, he would tell me I was a good girl for daddy. I miss being a good girl for Daddy.”
I said, “I feel your longing and desire, my dear. We will work out a schedule for your sessions.”
“I had to wear a skirt and top when I worked in the store for Daddy. On occasion, when we played, he dressed me up in outfits he had bought for me. Sometimes, he dressed me up in stockings, suspenders, heels, and lingerie. Other times, he dressed me in panties and little tank tops with a little skirt or hot pants.”
I said, “You may express your feelings on the day of our sessions in how you dress. Know that as Daddy’s little girl, you will be put across my knee for a sound spanking before submitting to Daddy’s desires. To be clear, I am not afraid to hurt you. You will be my submissive horny slut earning my praises as Daddy’s good girl.”
“I like it. I want to be that girl. I need to be Daddy’s good girl, but only when we meet. I’ve only been with my husband since we’ve been married and have never been unfaithful. I love my husband and don’t want to change that,” she said.
“Understood. Daddy will not keep you from your family, my dear. Your secret is safe with me. Perhaps it would ease your mind to consider our appointments therapy sessions since they most assuredly are.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very well, Sondra. You may call me Daddy. We will meet in my cottage for our sessions, picking up where Daddy left off. Text me when you wish to begin, and I will send instructions. OK?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for meeting with me…Daddy.”
Once again, she showed me her beautiful smile.
I stood when she did and took her hand, “Good day. Sondra. It has been lovely chatting with you.”
“It’s been my pleasure, sir. I feel as if a weight has lifted from my chest. Just being able to tell you about it has helped tremendously. Thank you.”
“Goodbye, Sondra. Until we meet again.” I watched her leave as I paid the check. It would be a pleasure to help fulfill her desires.
Sondra had a longing that was driving her crazy with desire. Still, I wasn’t expecting to hear from her. Most ladies needed the ear of a kind man to hear them out. I was frequently more of a therapist than anything else.
The next day, Sondra messaged me, “I’m ready, Daddy. I can’t wait any longer.”
The date was set, and she wanted to start immediately. I looked forward to exploring this young lady’s most intimate desires.
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Sondra wore a conservative dress, as she would for any other doctor’s appointment. Beneath it, she wore an outfit that only Daddy would see: a tiny crop top with hot pants.
The appointment was for early Tuesday afternoon. On Tuesday afternoons, Sondra could have her hair and nails done, go to the spa with friends, or relax. However, her husband had meetings all day on Tuesday and didn’t get home until six. The kids hung out with friends until dinner, so Sondra had the afternoon to herself.
She put dinner in the slow cooker so it would be ready when she got home. Sondra didn’t want to tell her husband she had an appointment because she didn’t want to lie to him, and she wouldn’t admit to herself that she was cheating. Master Gregory said it was physical therapy, and Sondra agreed.
She was anxious to get there, eager to resume a relationship she thought lost forever. She was nervous and horny at the same time. The memory of a man’s hand spanking her ass and touching her between the legs was clear in her mind. The memory of being his submissive horny little slut sent a shiver down her spine.
Sondra unconsciously pressed her foot on the gas pedal just a little harder.
The cottage was a small log building with a stone fireplace and chimney. Set back from the road, it was on a lightly wooded lot with a stone walkway and driveway to match the chimney. The cottage was in a remote rural location, offering peace and solitude. The setting reminded Sondra of something from a fairy tale.
Sondra pulled her Mercedes SUV into the driveway, checked herself in the mirror, and took a deep breath. She wasn’t eighteen anymore, but she still looked pretty darned good. Hubby called her a hot MILF. She smiled to herself.
She walked along the walkway to the heavy wooden door. The boar hair mat read Welcome.
She rapped on the door with the horseshoe-shaped knocker, announcing her arrival. I opened the door and took her hand, leading her inside and closing the door behind her. The door opened into the kitchen dining area, staged with heavy wooden furniture from the Middle Ages.
The center of the room was occupied by a large, heavy table and four chairs. The antique windows and skylight, with their opaque quartz panes, admitted plenty of light.
“Good afternoon, Sondra. I’m so glad you called.”
“Hello, Daddy. I’m so glad to be here,” said Sondra.
I took her hands and looked her up and down, “What a beautiful young lady you are, Sondra. Here, let Daddy help you with that.”
I held her lapels and pulled her in close for a kiss. The red and black plaid hooded dress reminded me of the story about a girl and a wolf. I was happy to be Sondra’s wolf.
I opened her dress one button at a time, planting another kiss on her face after each one. I pushed the dress off her shoulders and hung it on a coat hook by the door.
“Let’s have a look at you, dear.”
Sondra wore a red satin bra and matching panties. Her pretty bra revealed her alluring cleavage, while the matching panties hugged her shapely bottom. The high heels enhanced her perfect legs.
“You’re spectacular, Sondra,” I whispered in her ear. “You have a particularly nice ass for spanking.”
I lowered her panties and put her over Daddy’s knee. I rubbed her delicate cheeks for a few minutes, warming them up. My hand was just the size to hold each cheek and gently squeeze them.
“Oh gosh, I want it, Daddy.”
I spanked her pretty cheeks with my hand one at a time, alternating between them. They were firm but gave a slight jiggle as my hand stung them with each blow. It was the delicious sting that made her squirm in my lap. The heat from my hand traveled through her cheeks to her creamy girl center. Sondra felt as if she was melting in Daddy’s lap. The hot wetness between her soft thighs caused her legs to spread a little more; her butt raised up to meet Daddy’s firm hand.
She whimpered, and her breath caught as I reached between her legs to feel the dew on Sondra’s blooming flower. I slowly pushed a long finger inside, and she moaned as I pulled the creamy digit out.
I put the finger in my mouth to taste the heaven that is Sondra. I rubbed her cheeks again to soothe them. She felt Daddy’s bulge growing, pressing against her belly. The heat from Daddy’s spanking had become an inferno of desire inside her.
I pushed my middle finger inside her again, then another, working her into a humping frenzy.
She frantically ground her sweet wet spot against Daddy’s bulge and began to get more vocal now as my finger awakened her carnal desires.
Sondra’s excitement was overwhelming, and I teased her to the point of begging.
“Daddy! Oh! Please Daddy…”
“Yes, my love, you can tell Daddy anything, dear. Anything at all.”
I added a third finger and stroked them in and out of her; she was right on the edge.
“Tell Daddy what you want, baby.”
“Oh gosh, Daddy, I want it.”
“What do you want my darling?”
“I want you to dominate me and use me, Daddy.”
“Very well, my dear.”
I continued to finger her as my thumb pressed her little button. I was pleased to witness her shuddering orgasm. I rubbed her soft kitty and supple ass as her orgasm peaked and then subsided.
I pushed her off my lap to kneel between my knees; Sondra opened my pants and grasped my thick tool with both hands, rubbing it on her face. She looked at me and opened wide, taking me whole in one big gulp. She bobbed up and down on my throbbing manhood, greedily sucking Daddy’s cock. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her onto my cock as I unloaded my hot creamy cum down her throat. She gulped and choked and swallowed it down. Pulling her mouth off and kissing the head. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Sondra, what a skilled mouth you have. You are Daddy’s good girl.”
I placed a black velvet collar around her neck, saying, “This is a gift in honor of your submission to Daddy. It signifies that Daddy owns you. You are to wear it in my presence.”
“Thank you for owning me, Daddy.”
I hooked a finger under the collar and pulled her close for a kiss.
“I’ve missed you, Daddy.”
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