Chapter 14
Fourteen
Briana
I’m breathless by the time I slide into a chair in the northeast corner of the library on the second floor.
It’s always quiet here. I think this book section is Ancient Roman history.
Not a lot of traffic. Plus, there’s a bathroom.
A single. I can pop into it without worrying about my stuff getting stolen.
My fingers move rapidly across the keys.
Briana: I’m at the library now. My usual spot.
I set my phone face up on the table and open my backpack to pull out my civics textbook. Why won’t he reply? It’s making me so nervous. I’m not going to be able to focus if he keeps up this silent treatment.
I know that’s what it is. I angered him, so he’s punishing me. Finally. Finally, a message comes in.
Daddy: You were three minutes late. Did you have a detour?
I’m so relieved that I start grinning as I respond.
Briana: Yes. Sorry. I ran into my roommates in the quad. It would have been rude to hurry past them without stopping to make small talk.
I decide to send a follow-up text.
Briana: I was actually thinking about discussing that issue with you.
I’m not a good liar. I’ve never lied in my life.
So far, I haven’t had to flat-out lie to my roommates, but I’m going to be very uncomfortable the first time I’m in a situation where I have to make something up to avoid them finding out about you. Do you have any suggestions?
There. That sounds reasonable. I’m also ignoring the giant elephant in the room. The fact that he’s been ignoring me all day.
Holding my phone, I do nothing but wait until his reply finally comes through.
Daddy: I appreciate you coming to me with this dilemma.
I’ll think about this. In the meantime, as punishment for your hesitance this morning, I want you to go into the bathroom behind you, remove your dress and bra, and take a picture of your upper body.
Make sure you get a good angle so I can see my mark on you.
I want your face and your full breasts. You have two minutes.
I jump up from the table and rush into the bathroom.
I’ll do anything as penance for this morning.
I want to be back in his good graces. Even though it’s madness to text nudes of myself to anyone, let alone a stranger, he already has compromising pictures of me.
He took them last night. I don’t know how many, but I suspect a lot.
After quickly pulling my dress over my head, I set it on the counter, remove my bra, add it to the pile, and lift my phone.
Holy shit. This is the worst idea in the history of ideas. And the bruise on my boob is darker than earlier. It looks like I got punched really hard. My nipples are instantly erect from the cool air and the sheer filthiness of this.
Nevertheless, I flip the camera and take several shots, making sure to include my face and my torso. I scroll through the pictures before choosing the best one and send it immediately without getting dressed.
Heart racing, I stand in my panties and shoes in this single-stall bathroom and wait for his response. I nearly leap out of my skin when my phone rings. It’s a video call from Daddy.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
Somehow, I manage to connect the call, keeping the angle of the screen to the ceiling.
“Lower the phone, naughty girl. I want to see you.”
My hand shakes as I ease the camera down to reveal my face. I can’t see him. Shocking. The video isn’t open on his end.
“Good girl. Prop the phone on the sink so that I can see your entire body, princess.”
Dying of mortification, I don’t dare defy him. I’ve already angered him today. It nearly gave me an ulcer. I don’t want to experience any more of his wrath in the form of silent treatment today.
Using my dress, I manage to get my phone to sit upright in a way that all but my feet are on display. I stand obediently, letting him look at me, forcing myself to keep my hands at my sides.
“Take your panties off, Briana.”
Can a person die of humiliation?
I bend down, shrug the white cotton down my legs, and step out of it.
“Good girl. Stuff them in your mouth. Entirely. I don’t want to see any white sticking out.”
My hand shakes even more violently as I lift them. Can I fit this much material in my mouth?
“I don’t like your hesitation, naughty girl. Obey Daddy now.”
Swallowing, I push the wet cotton into my mouth. They smell like my arousal because my pussy started leaking the moment I entered the bathroom.
Glancing in the mirror behind the phone, I managed to completely close my lips around my panties. I look obscene with huge cheeks. They’re bright red, too, because I’m so embarrassed.
“That’s my good girl. Lift your arms and clasp your hands behind your head… Spread your feet wider.”
What I’m seeing on the screen is what he’s seeing. It’s humiliating and so very dirty. Which he knows. This is a punishment.
“Lift your left foot and set it on the toilet seat so I can see your pretty cunt, princess.”
I whimper behind the gag. The gag of my own making. I hope to heaven no one starts knocking on the bathroom door.
“Your pussy is glistening, pretty girl. Are you wet for Daddy?”
I nod.
“Your cunt leaks when you obey me, doesn’t it, Briana?”
I nod again.
“I bet you would have been horny this morning instead of leaving the house with a stomachache if you’d made better choices.”
More nodding. Half of our relationship is me nodding in response to Daddy’s comments.
“Ten minutes, Briana. You’re in timeout for ten minutes. I’m not very interested in watching my naughty girl stand fully clothed with her nose to the corner. When you need to be punished and I’m not with you, I’ll come up with more creative ways to discipline you.”
I nod once more.
“Also, new rule. From now on, you don’t need to ask permission to use the bathroom, princess. You may do so anytime you want. As often as you need.”
I blow a breath out through my nose, relieved but hesitant. I hear a but at the end of his sentence.
“Instead, you will send me a picture of your cunt each time. When you sit on the toilet, you will spread your legs as wide as you can and send Daddy a snapshot of your glistening pussy. It must be new. I will know if you try to reuse them. Extra credit if you use your other hand to pull your folds apart so I can see your cunt better or lift the hood off your clit so I can see the swollen pink nub.”
There’s a solid chance I’m going to fall. I’m losing my balance. I wish I could reach out and grab the edge of the sink to steady myself, but I don’t dare lower my arms.
“Six more minutes. I know this is hard. I know you’re embarrassed.
That’s the point. I’m training you to obey me without question, princess.
Punishments are not meant to be pleasant.
You should be uncomfortable. This type of discipline is a win-win, don’t you think?
You won’t be likely to hesitate to follow my instructions tomorrow, and I get to spend ten minutes looking at your pretty body. ”
Another whimper escapes.
“I love the little sounds you make. I can’t wait for a day when we’ll be in a place where you’re free to scream without anyone hearing you.”
The panties are getting soaked with my saliva and feel heavy, as though they’re swelling in my mouth.
“My mark is so pretty on your breast, princess. It will last a few days. As soon as it fades, I’ll mark you again somewhere else.”
He already told me that, but my pussy swells at the reminder.
“I love how stiff your little nipples are, pretty girl.”
I wince.
“You don’t like me drawing attention to them, do you? You weren’t pleased when I called them mosquito bites, were you?”
I shake my head. My face is hot.
“It wasn’t meant as an insult. I adore your breasts. I love that they’re still so tiny, and I’ll get to watch them grow as you age. I bet lots of young women still have tiny nipples and areolas clear into their twenties. They’re precious. I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”
Oh, I’m not embarrassed. I’m mortified. Beyond belief.
“Okay, princess. Your timeout is over. You may either put your panties back on or tuck them into your bag. I expect you to return to the table and do your homework. Text me when you’re done so I’ll know when you’re heading home.”
I lower my foot and pull the panties out of my mouth. They’re soaked. There’s no way I’m sitting in them for the rest of the day.
The call is still connected, so I look directly at the camera. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“That’s a good girl. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Obedience is important, princess. You will not question me. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m still naked in front of him, holding my panties fisted at my side. I don’t dare end the call. That’s his decision.
“Good girl. I have obligations tonight. I can’t spend time with you. But you will still follow my rules. I’ll send you instructions.”
My shoulders sag. I hate that he won’t come to me.
“I know you’re disappointed. Quality time with Daddy is very important.
But it’s also crucial that you understand that I’m in charge.
I can’t be with you every night. I’ll still be training you, but you need to sleep.
You will not whine when I can’t be there.
I like seeing your disappointment, but whining is not tolerated. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’ll be in touch later.” He ends the call, leaving me lonely and bereft. I want him with me. I want to see him. I want to touch him. How long will I have to wait before he reveals himself to me?
What if he never plans to?