Chapter 11
Marie
I stood on my porch, keys jingling in my trembling hand. Dwight was a wall of warmth behind me, his breath steady and calm. Unlike mine, which was coming in quick little gasps. I knew what was coming—what he’d hinted at in the bowling alley. My heart pounded like a kick drum, excitement and nerves twisting in my belly.
“God, it’s a mess,” I blurted, peeking into my living room. Clothes strewn over the couch, cushions askew, and oh crap, pizza boxes from two nights ago. I could feel my cheeks burning. “Do you mind waiting here for just a sec? Let me tidy up real quick.”
Dwight’s big hand landed on my shoulder, squeezing gently. “Take your time, Baby Girl. I’m not going anywhere.”
I darted inside, kicking shoes under the couch, scooping up clutter like a whirlwind. My heart was still banging away, but now it was because Dwight was here, in my space. I wanted everything to be perfect, or at least not a complete disaster. He knew that my life was busy, but I didn’t want him thinking it was a disaster. I tossed the pizza boxes into the kitchen, wiped crumbs off the coffee table.
My eyes landed on a few coloring books peeking out from under the couch. I shoved them further under, my breath hitching.
But I wasn’t just in here by myself to tidy up. I had another mission.
Satisfied with the living room, I dashed into my bedroom. I yanked open my underwear drawer, digging through the mound of unremarkable cotton panties until I found it—a scrap of lace so tiny and see-through it was almost laughable. Crotchless and provocative, it was my naughtiest pair, reserved for when I wanted to feel sexy as hell. And tonight? Tonight I needed every ounce of sexy I could get.
I shimmied out of my jeans, tugging on the lacy black thong. A shiver ran up my spine as the cool fabric settled against me. I couldn’t help but replay Dwight’s words from the bowling alley. “Cheating has consequences, little girl.” My stomach flipped, heat pooling between my legs. God, the way he’d said it—like a promise. Like a dark, delicious secret just for us.
The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden. My pulse spiked, blood rushing in my ears. I took a deep breath, checked my reflection—wild curls, flushed cheeks, eyes a little too wide. There was no hiding the excitement and nerves bubbling inside me.
I opened the door, leaning against it for support. Dwight filled the doorway, his steady green eyes meeting mine. He stepped in, his gaze sweeping over the room, taking in every little detail. I watched him clock the throw blanket draped over the armchair, the corner of a coloring book I’d missed. Damn it.
“Cute place,” he said, smiling softly. That smile did things to me—set butterflies loose in my stomach, made my heart flutter.
“Thanks,” I murmured, shutting the door behind him. He moved further into the room, his presence filling the space. He paused by the couch, running a finger along the back. I couldn’t help but imagine that finger running along my skin, tracing lines of fire.
“I don’t keep it as tidy as I could,” I said, leaning against the door. My voice came out breathier than I intended, but Dwight’s eyes snapped to mine, darkening.
“I get it. Life is hectic. Especially when you run your own business.”
“Right.”
“It feels good to be here,” he rumbled, taking a step closer. The air between us crackled, alive with tension. “Now. Have you been thinking about what you did before?”
I nodded, pushing off the door. I couldn’t stand still, not with all this energy coursing through me. “At the bowling alley?”
Dwight’s eyebrow quirked up, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Mhmm.”
“I have.”
“And what did you come up with, Marie?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. This was it. The point of no return. I took a deep breath, meeting his eyes. “It was quite the game, wasn’t it?”
Dwight's fingers drummed on the back of my couch, his every movement echoing through me. I couldn't focus, not with the ghost of his touch still tingling on my skin, not with the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.
“Is that how you feel? Quite the game? Don’t want to admit to the cheating? Apologize?”
“I don’t know if it was technically cheating,” I said, trying my luck.
Dwight's eyebrow arched, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Are you kidding me? Marie, you cheated your way through half the frames."
I gasped, feigning shock. "Me?" I batted my eyelashes, trying to keep a straight face. "I would never."
His chuckle was low, resonant. It vibrated through me, setting my nerves alight. "Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember a certain someone 'enhancing her chances' by bending over every chance she got. Distracting me."
My cheeks flushed at the memory. I could feel his eyes on me then, just as I felt them now, dark and hungry. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a grin. "Well, maybe I did. Just a little."
We were playing—I got that. Dwight wasn’t really angry. And I was finding it hot as hell. Took all my effort not to squirm.
Dwight took a step closer, his voice dropping to a growl. "And maybe you turned Daddy on so much he couldn't concentrate on the game. That's not fair, little girl."
My heart pounded. There it was, that word. Daddy. It sent a shiver down my spine, pooling heat between my legs. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "And what are you going to do about it?" I whispered.
He held out a hand, gesturing to the couch. "Why don't we sit down and discuss your punishment?"
Punishment. The word sent a thrill through me. I moved to the couch, perching on the edge. Dwight sat beside me, his thigh pressing against mine. His hand rested on my knee, firm and reassuring.
"Now," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "Do you remember your safe words?"
I nodded, my heart in my throat. "Yellow to slow down, red to stop."
His hand squeezed my knee. "Good girl. And are you comfortable with this? With your punishment?"
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. I was more than comfortable. I was eager, excited. Nervous, yes, but in a way that sent electric jolts through my veins. I met his eyes, dark and steady. "Yes, Daddy," I breathed. "I'm ready."
I took his hand, the warmth of his grip sending a jolt through me. My legs wobbled slightly as I stood, facing him. His gaze bore into mine, serious and intent. "Tonight, you'll learn a lesson, little girl. A fun one, but a lesson nonetheless."
He sat back down, his legs slightly apart, and patted his lap. "Lie across my lap, Marie."
My cheeks burned hotter. I hesitated, then slowly draped myself over his thighs. I was surprised he hadn't taken my pants off yet. I wanted him to see my underwear, to see how ready I was for him. My body buzzed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and tingling.
Dwight's hand rested on my lower back, grounding me. His other hand began to softly run over my backside, the friction of my clothes creating a gentle warmth. "Relax, little one," he murmured, his voice soothing yet firm. "We'll take this slow."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. His touch was gentle, almost tender, as he helped me get used to his hands on me. But I knew what was coming. And I couldn't wait.
Dwight’s other other hand started to tap lightly on my backside.
Testing, exploring. I flinched at first, tensed up. But then, I exhaled. It wasn't pain, not at all. It was something else—a spark, a thrill.
"Remember why you're here, little one," he said, voice low and firm. "You cheated at the bowling alley. You need to learn what happens to naughty girls who do that."
Another tap, a bit harder this time. I gasped, but it wasn't from pain. It was from the rush, the exhilaration. He paused, hand still on my backside.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see that. "Yes, Daddy," I murmured. The word felt right, natural.
He started again, taps turning into swats. Each one a little sharper, a little firmer. The sound echoed in the room, a stark punctuation to my rapid breaths. I squirmed, not from discomfort, but from the warmth spreading through me.
Between swats, he rubbed circles on my lower back, or gently squeezed my backside. Soothing, caring. It was a dance, a rhythm. Spank, squeeze. Swat, rub. I was caught in the middle, gasping, shifting, torn between the sting and the pleasure.
"This is what happens to cheaters, Marie," he said, voice steady. "This is your punishment."
I bit my lip, holding back a moan. It wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it? I could feel his cock, hard underneath me. He wanted this too.
He paused, hand resting on my backside. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. "How you doing, little one?" he asked.
I took a deep breath, looked back at him. "I . . . I can't really feel it, Daddy," I said, smirking slightly.
He raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Oh really?" he said, a dangerous edge to his voice. "In that case, we better get these pants off, young lady."
Dwight's hands, those strong, skilled hands, tugged at my waistband. The sound of the fabric whispering down my legs was loud in my ears. I could feel the cool air against my skin, and I knew he could see me—really see me.
He paused. I felt his eyes on me, taking in the lacy thong I had chosen just for him. His breath hitched, and I couldn't help but smirk, knowing I had caught him off guard.
"Marie," he started, his voice gruff. "Is this what you wear all the time?"
I looked back at him, batting my eyelashes with feigned innocence. "It's not naughty, Daddy," I whispered. "It's so you can see my ass and use my pussy whenever you want. It’s me being a good girl for you."
His eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard. I saw the rise and fall of his chest, the struggle for control. It was a heady feeling, knowing I had this effect on him. His hands, rough from years of fighting and guitar playing, gently guided me back over his lap. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation coursing through my veins.
“Thank you,” he said, darkly.
The first spank landed on my bare skin, a sharp sting that echoed through the room. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. He paused, his hand resting on my flesh, letting the warmth of his touch sink in. I could feel his cock throbbing underneath me, and it took everything in me not to reach down and touch him. But he was in charge, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Another spank, this time on the other cheek. I let out a soft moan, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. He rubbed the sting away, his calloused fingers rough against my smooth skin. It was a contrast that sent shivers down my spine.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Taking your punishment so well."
His words sent a rush of pleasure through me. I never thought I'd enjoy this, but there I was, arching my back, eager for more. The mix of sensation and closeness was intoxicating, a dance of give and take that left me breathless.
He spanked me again, each one sharper, more insistent. Between each, he stroked my flesh, occasionally pinching, drawing out soft whimpers from deep within me. I could feel the emotion building, the release just out of reach.
"You're doing so good, little one," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You take your punishment so beautifully."
His words washed over me, a soothing balm to the fire he was igniting on my skin. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent underneath me. I wanted to touch him, to feel him, but I knew better. Daddy was in charge, and I trusted him completely.
The room filled with the sound of his hand against my flesh, my soft moans, his murmured praises. It was a symphony of sensation, a dance of trust and surrender. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I felt like I was in a dream. Like my feelings were pulling me into a safe, strange, sexy world where things felt different. He spanked me more, and I felt the arousal grow in me, an insatiable thing, like fire burning through kindling.
It was intense.
Then, in my daze, I noticed warmth. Not the sting on my ass, but the heat of Dwight's body as he gently pulled me onto the couch beside him. His hands, those strong, skilled hands, were no longer delivering sharp swats, but rubbing my arms, soothing me. I felt a bit spaced out, like I had just stepped off a rollercoaster, heart pounding, breath hitching.
"Shh, little one," he murmured, pulling a soft blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around me. "You did so well."
I couldn't help but lean into him, my head finding that perfect spot on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, calming. He offered me a glass of water, his other hand stroking my hair. I took a sip, the cool liquid grounding me. This moment was so tender, so starkly different from the intense, passionate exchange we had just shared. Yet, it felt just as intimate.
As my breathing steadied, I felt the need to confess. "Dwight, that was . . . more than I ever imagined." I paused, searching for the right words. "I felt . . . secure. Like, no matter what, you had me. You were guiding me."
His hand paused in my hair, then resumed its gentle stroking. "That's because I did, Marie. I do." His voice was low, filled with emotion. "Seeing you let go like that, trusting me completely . . . it was more fulfilling than anything I've ever known."
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his steady green gaze. There was a vulnerability there, a raw honesty that made my heart flutter. "I trust you, Dwight. Maybe that’s crazy, but it’s true."
He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that warmed my heart. "And I trust you, Marie. This, us, it’s something special."
I nodded, snuggling back into his chest. His arms tightened around me, holding me close. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, the moment stretching out in peaceful silence. The shift from intense passion to nurturing care felt natural, right. It cemented the trust between us, the foundation of our unique dynamic. And in that moment, I knew, I was exactly where I was meant to be.
I felt Dwight's breath mingle with mine, his lips gently brushing against my own. It was a soft, tender kiss, one that made my heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the heat we'd just shared. He pulled back slightly, a playful gleam in his eyes.
"You know, you'd better stay honest in future bowling matches," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Or face more . . . consequences."
A smirk tugged at my lips, half-laughing, half-blushing. "Maybe I'll cheat on purpose next time," I teased, feeling a spark of empowerment even as I sat there, wrapped in his arms. There was something about this dynamic, the push and pull, that made me feel so alive.
Dwight chuckled, a deep sound that resonated through his chest. He shifted, reaching for a small bottle of lotion on the side table. "Let's get you taken care of," he murmured, squirting some onto his hands and rubbing them together to warm it up.
I nestled against his chest, feeling the cool lotion hit my skin as he began to gently rub it in to my buttocks. His hands were large and warm, soothing away the sting with careful tenderness. I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment, my body relaxing into his touch.
It was intensely pleasurable. Feeling his strong hands gently massaging my butt, it was lighting up all the sexy parts of my brain.
“Daddy,” I said, purring like a kitten, “that’s making me feel all . . . naughty.”
He grinned. “I better stop, then. Want to keep sexy times and age play times separate for the time being. Those lines can get blurred otherwise.”
“No fair,” I whine.
"Not all rules are fair. But they’re still rules,” he insisted, before moving his hand away. “So," he started, his voice casual, "tomorrow morning, I want you to try my fresh-baked treats. Been working on a new recipe."
I grinned, looking forward to tasting his creations. "Sounds delicious," I said, already imagining the flaky pastries melting in my mouth.
His hands paused, and he tilted my chin up to look at him. There was a hunger in his eyes, but it wasn't for food. "And I want a treat in the morning too," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want you to be ready for me, Marie. Ready for me to use however I want."
A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of anticipation and excitement. I could feel the heat pooling in my belly, my body already responding to his words. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy. However you want, Daddy."
He smiled, a slow, satisfied grin that made my heart race. Pulling me closer, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against my cheek. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, the moment stretching out in peaceful silence.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This was new, this was intimate, and it was everything I never knew I needed. The thought of what tomorrow would bring sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't wait to find out.