Daddies Brat

The flannel had rapidly cooled, and Julia started a little as Richard worked a flanneled finger around her anus. He withdrew it, and there was a mortifying pause as she imagined him inspecting the state of the flannel behind her back. He headed for the bathroom, and Julia heard the bath taps squeal once more as he twisted them shut.

On his return, Richard said nothing but dropped to his knees and buried his tongue into Julia’s unwashed cunt from behind. Her eyes widened.

For a moment, she was horrified. She’d not washed her cunt since she’d masturbated enthusiastically following her call with Richard the day before. She’d luxuriated in her sexual juices for the rest of the day, teasing herself to further orgasms as she went to bed. She hated to imagine how her stale cunt tasted now.

He ate Julia’s cunt with an intense and original hunger, like a man discovering an exquisite and exotic taste, unable to control the gluttony it was unleashing. Her knees gave way entirely, and she was balanced across the broad back of the chair, shivering in waves of intensifying pleasure. Crack! He spanked the side of Julia’s butt cheek without, even for a moment, pulling his face away from her cunt. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three more spanks pretty much on the same spot. Julia could feel Richard’s handprint starting to glow on her right buttock almost as clearly as she felt his tongue flicking around her clit and teasing out the juices from deep within her cunt. More spanks followed. Julia felt a cool breeze pique her skin. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she was orgasming hard, fast, and uncontrollably.

Crack! Crack! Crack! There were sharp volleys of spanks across both of Julia’s butt cheeks. Richard drew his face next to her ear. ‘I didn’t give you permission to orgasm, Miss Jenkinson.’

Julia was in no state to articulate a coherent apology. ‘Sorry. It’s just…NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I mean… But. Thank you. Sir.’

‘I’m going to bathe you now, Miss Jenkinson.’ Richard spoke in a firm whisper. ‘As punishment for your slovenliness, you’ll clean the cottage in the nude after your bath. But, before the cleaning, as an admonishment for your wanton abandon, you’ll be caned without being allowed to dry off first.’ At the thought of the cane, the deepest shivers gripped Julia.

She winced as the tenderness of her freshly-spanked butt cheeks descended through the bubbles to meet the intense warmth of the bath water. Richard knelt, sliding watery bubbles across Julia’s shoulders with a fresh flannel and teasing Julia’s nipples with the occasional sharp pinch.

‘May I clean my teeth, Sir?’ Julia’s unbrushed teeth had been troubling her, and she was pleased to detect a look of surprise on Richard’s face at the request. He lined her toothbrush with a stripe of bright pink toothpaste and handed it to her.

Julia felt she could remain in the bath for hours, but Richard enquired where he might find the cleaning materials. Julia knew her bath would be ending soon; she had a sudden chill at the thought of what was to follow. She could hear him moving the cleaning materials through to the sitting room. Then he was standing in the doorway, looking intently at her naked breasts among the bubbles of the bath water.

Richard pointed to the bath mat. ‘It’s time to get out of the bath and stand here for a moment, Miss Jenkinson.’ She obeyed his instructions and shivered at the rude intrusion of the cool air, unchecked by the warmth of a bath towel. Richard had Julia stand on that spot for a few moments, allowing the excess bath water to drift down onto the mat. Then he made her walk in front of him to the sitting room, leaving a trail of ever-decreasing puddles in the wake of her footprints.

Richard had arranged the cleaning materials next to the armchair. That is, except for that long-handled feather duster he’d lent ominously against the armchair itself. Julia’s head, quite lost in the buzz of her shivering, was brought to a sudden focus.

‘I think six strokes of the cane would be appropriate, Miss Jenkinson, would you agree?’ There was a calm warmth to Richard’s voice that was in sharp contrast to his message.

Julia was having flashbacks to the convent school. Could she go through with this? She was torn between desperation to escape the punishment and a sense that this was a chance to face and bury an old demon.

‘Yes. Yes, Sir.’ Julia could barely believe what she’d just said.

Richard placed a towel over the back of the armchair and bent Julia’s wet body over it. She felt the light tap of the long, smooth wooden handle of the feather duster across her buttocks and lay in suspended animation.

Julia was not yet quite in shock, but the grip of her nervous anticipation now froze her shivers.

Schwack! The first stroke hit Julia like an electric shock. It was somehow both lighter and much more intense than anything she remembered from her experience at the convent school. She let out a silent scream as a tear came to her eye. Her hands shot back across her wet, naked buttocks in protection.

Richard pulled Julia’s hands away. ‘Remember, Miss Jenkinson, I expect your forbearance, but you can say “orange” if you can’t abide the level of intensity or “red” to stop the session altogether.’ Julia couldn’t abide the intensity. But she had the power to stop or stifle this caning, which made her oddly determined to continue. Richard tapped the cane lightly on her buttocks again. ‘Okay?’

‘Yes, Sir.’