AI art by Me

Ben wanted everything to be just right.

He’d spent a long time stringing lights along his back porch by the pool. He had her favorite kind of cake: Better than Sex cake. Grinning at it, he remembered the cute giggle in her voice when she told him what kind she wanted. She made him repeat it out loud!

Ella knew he was in the middle of store at the bakery, the little brat. The lady behind the counter widened her eyes and she grinned as Ben put away his phone.

“Must be a special someone.” The lady said in a singsong voice.

“She is.” Ben smiled and felt a slight flush to his cheeks.

Ella was special. She was extremely intelligent, gorgeous looks, sweet soul, and incredibly kind to everyone. She was the kind of girl that lit up a room just by entering it with her smile. Ella was Ben’s Goddaughter. Her parents had died in a horrible multi-car accident on the freeway. Ella had been alone at fourteen.

There was no extended family to speak of properly. Oh, there was her grandmother but she was in her middle eighties. No way could she keep up with the rambunctious Ella as a teen. Ben had stepped up and said he’d take care of her as if she were his own. He’d never married. He was always too consumed with his work as a programmer. Reality just wasn’t his thing.

It had been difficult at first but Ella did care for Ben. Even so, she had tested his patience and his rules. She’d quickly found out that being fourteen did not mean she’d aged-out of spankings. It was right after this first happened that she changed and became very sweet, loving, and helpful to him. She kept house and learned to cook for him. They enjoyed watching movies together from the various “woo-woo” streaming sites as she jokingly referred to them.

He’d gotten her through high-school and into a good college program. Ben made more than enough to help pay for tuition. Ella had insisted on working as well but he’d been very particular in what jobs he’d let her take. She didn’t argue.

Things had become strained recently in the past year or so. Ben figured it was because she was becoming an adult. Tonight was her twenty-first birthday. He seriously doubted they would follow through with one of their older traditions: her birthday spanking. Ella had never openly questioned Ben about it but the twinkle in her eye told him she knew he enjoyed them.

Last year, he’d refused because she was twenty for God’s sake! She’d not argued but she hadn’t been very happy either. It took a few days for them to get back to normal. It was a month after that when Ben began to feel the strain. He was sure it was because she was aching to get out on her own, of course!

Everything was set. Ella should be home from school any minute now.

His phone vibrated. It was her.

Sir, I’m going to be a little late. I wanted to stop and get something. I’ll hurry.

Ella had been calling him Sir since she was fifteen. It didn’t matter how many times he told her to just call him by his name. She’d just smile sweetly and shake her head. “No, Sir.”

Take your time, we’re good. The reservation isn’t until 8:30. You better be safe!! He sent back.

It wasn’t but three seconds before she replied.

Yes, Sir. I promise.

He gave the phone screen a nod. Good. He was a little tired anyway so he’d just relax in his recliner until she got her. Sometimes having her around really made him feel his age as he was over twice her own. Sitting down, he reclined and closed his eyes.

Next thing he knew, he heard a giggle. He knew that giggle. Opening his eyes, Ella was grinning down at him. Damn, he’d fallen asleep like an old fogey!

She looked good, very good. Part of the newly strained situation had been how Ella had begun to dress around the house. Her casual sweats had turned into tiny t-shirts and lacy panties when they watched movies. Her skirts she wore to work and school had climbed high enough he’d been tempted to say something but that would be admitting he was looking. He was looking and that was his strain about it all. She was his Goddaughter! He shouldn’t be having those visions.

Ella was in a red plaid, pleated miniskirt. Her top was a black silk blouse and had three, no, four buttons undone. The rich swell of her breasts were on full display.

“Did you go to school like that?” He asked.

She made a face. “And if I did?”

Ben looked at her. She rarely sassed him ever. “If you did then we’d need to have some words.”

She snorted.

Having some words was his catch phrase for blistering her bottom for an attitude adjustment. He’d used his hand, an old hairbrush of hers, and even his belt on a few rare occasions.

“Like you’d want to have words with me anymore.” She turned and walked to the kitchen.

Was it his imagination or were her hips swinging a little more than normal. Nah, must be in his head.

He got up and followed her.

Inside the kitchen, she was holding very still and had her eyes closed. He waited. He’d learned sometimes just letting her find her place was wiser.

She opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I…well…I have no good excuse. Please, let’s have our party and go to dinner. You’ve worked so hard. I love what you did with the backyard.” She gave him a speculative look. “Can we do the cake and presents out on the back porch?”

It was her birthday so he agreed and they began to transport the cake, the plates, and the presents to the table out back. He lit the candles, they sang very badly, she blew them out after making her wish. Her eyes were squarely on him as she made it.

She opened his present and was all excited until she saw what it was: a wall rack for keys. She cocked her head and looked at him for an explanation.

“Well…I figured, you know, you’re always looking for your keys when you leave. When you have your own place, you can use this to keep track of them.” He explained.

“Oh.” She looked down at it then at him. She slowly smiled. “Thank you, Sir. You’re always trying to take care of me, but who said I was going anywhere?”

He shrugged, now uncomfortable. “Well…” He hesitated then he explained how he’d felt this past few months and what he’d noticed in her. Her wanting to move on was his only explanation.

She giggled. She shook her head and giggled again. “Oh, Sir.” She sighed. “I got a present for you on my way home. Open it first, then we’ll talk.”

Again, it was her birthday so he acquiesced to her wishes. It was a long, heavy rectangle box. “A really big, heavy tie?” He guessed.

She shook her head and laughed. “Open it, please.”

He opened it. It was his turn to stop dead and stare down at it.

“Do you like it, Sir, or should I also say, Daddy?” She purred softly.

Ben was looking down at what could only be taken to be a paddle. Engraved backwards on the seat of the paddle it read: “Daddy’s Good Girl” in small print.

He looked up at her and saw her eyes were much wider now, softer somehow, and shining. “I do want to move on, Sir, but not in the way you thought.”

His mouth wouldn’t work.

Ella stood up and checked her watch. “We have forty minutes before we need to go to dinner. I called and made excuses to all the people you though were going to meet us there. It’s just going to be you and me.”

“Huh?” He asked. His vocal abilities were still on stand-by.

What happened next didn’t help. Ella reached up and began to pull her blouse from her skirt as she unbuttoned it. Off it fell from her shoulders and he saw she was wearing one of those shelf-style bras. Her nipples were a dark pink and they were very erect right now. She reached back in that sexy way only women have to undo the bra and set it on the table with her blouse.

“I am not your daughter, Sir. We are not related. There is absolutely no reason why this can’t happen between us.” She reached to her side and unzipped her skirt. It fell and she stepped out of it, but he gaped when he saw she had nothing on under it!

Ella was a Ginger. He’d always known that. He now had proof she was a natural one. She saw him looking and grinned. “Yes, I’ve kept in a patch like I know you prefer.”

“How…?” He stammered.

She sighed and shook her head at him. “I’ve known your browser history since I was sixteen, Sir. I know what you like, how you like it, and what you want in me. I’ve know it for a very long time.”

Ben felt like he wanted a hole to open up and swallow him. She’d known?

“Why do you think I chose t-shirts and lacy panties? Pleated miniskirts? It was all there. Oh, I’ve also made a favorites list on my computer of what collars I like best but you will get to choose.” She smiled and walked towards him.

“But…” He stammered.

She giggled and turned to give him a nice ass shot. “Don’t you like them like this?” She stared over her shoulder at him as she struck an excellent pin-up pose.

Okay, he was a guy after all and Ella was very much a woman right now. Ben’s cock assured him of that in no uncertain terms. Her eyes traveled down.

“Finally. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me. I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you, and not anger, for months now.” She shook her had at him in frustration.

“That’s why you…wore…paraded around in…you’ve read my browser history?” He asked.

She nodded as she giggled once more then began to kneel right in front of him. “I especially like some of the blogs you follow, plus I adore your story blog where you write them.” She put a finger to her lips and pretended a thoughtful look. “I wonder why so many of you spanked, submissive girls were Gingers? Hmm?”

He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Well…God knows I had to burn off what you were doing to me somewhere.” He gave up. She knew. She’d read. She was kneeling to him and had a list of collars picked out. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded. “I was pretty sure the night you first spanked me. I knew I was more sure when I started following your blog and spanking sites. I have known this whole past year since you refused to spank me last birthday. It..it nearly broke my heart, Sir.”

He really didn’t know what to say. “I…I…I was trying to be honorable.”

She nodded. “That’s what I figured out so…I decided to see if I could get you to be dishonorable, but I couldn’t. Tonight was it. I love you, Sir, with ever fiber of my soul. I want to wear your collar and be your submissive good girl. I want to call you Sir and really mean it and sometimes call you Daddy, too.” She wrinkled her nose. “I might have some Daddy-issues for us to play with.”

He barked a laugh finally. “Well….” He swallowed and gazed down at her looking up so willing, so submissive, and so damned sexy. Pulling the paddle out of the box, he patted his lap. “Come here.”

She rose quickly and went over his lap.

He started with her twenty-one but…with her whimpers and moans, and begging, he went past those to give her one hell-of-a-paddling until his arm began to tire a little. He was now rubbing her blazing hot bottom. It felt so very good under his palm. Ella melted into his lap and purred.

“Daddy? May I take a quick dip to cool my bottom, please, Sir?” She begged softly and wetly through her slowing tears.

He laughed. “Sure, Babygirl.”

She wriggled. “Oh, I love that name.” She got up with his help and began to walk to the pool. She turned. “Daddy, would you join me. It’s my birthday so you have to wear your birthday suit for me.” She eyed him as she bit her thumbnail.

He joined her. They swam and splashed a bit. She swam up to him and…up him as she brushed her body all the way up his groin and chest. She kissed him hard and he returned it in kind.

When it broke, she was breathless. “Daddy?” She panted. “Do we have to go out to dinner?”

“It’s your birthday, Babygirl. It’s up to you. What would your rather do?” He asked.

Her smile turned positively wicked. “Well…since you asked…I want to order pizza…then eat you for a bit then suck you dry…then answer the door for the pizza in only a t-shirt so we don’t have to give him a tip. We eat then we fuck like rabbits until I’m sore tomorrow.”

He blinked.

“That was my birthday wish when I blew out my candles, Sir.” She assured him.

“You know…how to…” He began.

She put her finger to his lips this time. “Remember? I’ve been researching what you like and how. I may need to practice a few times, but you won’t mind, will you?” She raised her eyebrows.

He didn’t mind.