AI art by me. “Britta in the Corner”

Yes, I know she isn’t supposed to have the thong but I can only do so much with NightCafe AI. Lol.

It was very quiet once Daddy was off the phone.

Sam leaned back and drained the last of his soda.  “So, shall we talk about what happened during your spanking?” He asked.

Britta glanced back at him over her left shoulder.  Her eyes were soft, small, and very vulnerable.  “If you wish, Daddy.” She murmured.

“I wish.” He nodded.  “Tell me what you were feeling.”

She smirked slightly.  “A very sore bottom, your handprints all over my bottom, the heat of the spanking, and…” she swallowed, “I felt…aroused by it, Daddy.  I know you saw it.”

“I did.  It’s why I ended your spanking.” He explained.

“I know…and…thank you for that and not mentioning it to him.” She gave him a soft smile.

“It wasn’t his business.” Sam shrugged.  “Just ours.”

“Yes.  Ours.” She bit her lower lip.  “How…how did spanking me feel for you, Daddy?” She asked and waited.

Sam sighed.  “Glorious, vindicating, satisfying, better than I have for a while.  Britta, you turned into a real bitch on me.  You…spanked me in front of Gina.  You crossed several lines.”

She dropped her eyes a little in embarrassment or shame.  “I did.”

“Why?” He asked.  “What had I done to you to deserve that?”

She shrugged her left shoulder.  “Nothing really.  It was just…it was…” she trailed off.

“Will another trip over my lap help you to tell me?” He growled.

She licked her lips.  “If you wish, Daddy, but I’ll explain, then you can decide.”

“Go ahead.” He nodded.

“Do you remember what musical we three had just watched before I spanked you, Daddy?” She asked.

Sam tried to remember and had a faint ringing of a bell.  “Wasn’t it…Kiss Me Kate?”

Britta nodded.  “Mmhm.  I looked over at you when she was getting spanked on stage.  I saw…I saw your eyes glowing and your hand twitching a little.”

Sam frowned.  “They were?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded again.  “I knew then you wanted to spank me and…I wanted to get my licks in first?” She shrugged.  “That’s part of it.”

“Hmm.” Sam could see her reasoning a little better now.  He was still angry about it.  “The rest of it?”

Britta sighed and squirmed.  “The other part is…I wanted to push you and prod you…until you did finally spank me.”

His eyes caressed her still red bottom, then back up to where she was watching him.  “And I finally did.”

She giggled a little.  “You did more than that, Daddy.  You did it in such a way that I…I am now your little girl.  By now, Gina has posted it everywhere, and my phone is going to start blowing up.” She shrugged.  “I deserve it.”

“You do,” Sam said with a level look at her.

“I know.  I’m…sorry?  I know it isn’t enough.” She turned away.

“It will be…in time,” Sam told her.

She nodded but didn’t turn back to him.

“Would you like to rub?” He asked.

“Yes, please, Daddy?” She begged.

“Go ahead.  I’ll enjoy watching.” He told her.

She giggled.  “I know you will.”  

Both of her hands went around behind her to begin squeezing and kneading her own ass.  She moaned softly as she did it and leaned her bottom out a little more for a better view.

“You like me watching, don’t you?” Sam murmured.

Britta whimpered.  “You know I do, Daddy.  I’m an exhibitionist slut.  I know that.”

“You are…you’ve teased me with it long enough.  You know…” he paused.  “You know we aren’t really related.”

“I’m very aware of it, Daddy.” She whispered.

“I want to bend you over the couch, strap your ass until you’re sobbing and have learned your place, then come up behind you and fuck you hard,” Sam growled.

Britta whimpered.  “Yes, please?” She breathed and turned smoldering eyes back to him.  “Very hard…the strap…and your cock.”

“So be it.” He nodded.  “Go.”

Britta nodded and moved out of the corner.  She picked up the leather belt strap and handed it to him with a little smile.  He watched her wiggle her way to the couch and bend over the back of it.  

He walked behind her and felt it difficult to move with such a hard erection.  What the hell?  He unzipped and took off his shorts and boxers.  

“May I peek, Daddy, pretty please?” Britta begged with her head down into the cushions.

“No.” He told her.

She whined but didn’t complain.

Sam hefted the leather strap and tapped it on her upturned cheeks.  “Come on, I know you can tiptoe better than that.” He warned her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She hurriedly obeyed, and now her ass was a perfect curve for him.

Sam tapped twice more.  “Thirty, and you will count them.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered.

He let it fly, and the sound of the leather smacking her ass was delicious.

“Ooh!  One!” Britta sounded shocked.

“Harder than you thought?” Sam asked.

“Mmmhmm…thank you, Daddy.” She got ready.

Two, three, four, and five times he applied the belt to her bottom.  Her cries of the number grew in volume, and she began to sniffle again.

Sam got into a rhythm with it and let it flow.  At eleven, Britta began to cry in earnest.  

“You’ve been such a bitch to me!” Sam growled as he delivered the next one.

“TWELVE!  Ohh, yes, I was…no more, no more.  Good girl for Daddy.” She tried to tell him.

“Really? I doubt it.” He whipped her twice more quickly.

“THIRTEEN…OwOwOw..FOURTEEN!!  I promise, Daddy.  I’ll be so good.”  She pleaded.

“Hmm.” He kept going.

Britta swore to obey, swore to please him, swore to know her place, swore to serve him in any way she could.

“Are you telling me this because of your whipping?” He asked.

She shook her head viciously.  “Noooo, no, Daddy.  I earned this whipping.  I promise because I wish to promise.  May I please you?” She begged.

“We’ll see.” Sam delivered the next few and asked her to beg to serve him.

Her sobbing voice broke, but she kept up the pleading to serve him in any way she could.

Sam was enjoying this and felt such a rush from the power she was gifting him.  He was changing his mind about fucking her from behind and had something else in mind.

“The last five are going to be fast and the hardest—no need to count them.” He told her.

She nodded and sobbed a wet, “Yesss, Daddy.”

Closing his eyes, he savored the situation.  He opened them and recorded the scene.  Her ass was a dark, dark red and turning purple in some spots.  He could see three definite marks on her from growing welts.  

“Ready?” He tapped her ass.

She nodded.

He followed through with his best efforts so far, and Britta squealed and cried out with each one until it was over.  He threw the belt onto the couch so she’d be able to hear it or feel it.

“Brit, come…kneel.” He commanded.

Britta rose slowly but obeyed.  Her eyes were dark and red from crying.  She kept her eyes on him as she knelt in front of him.

“Time to show me you meant it.” He looked down at her.  “Let’s see how good a cumslut you are.”

She sniffled but grinned a little.  “Yes, Daddy.”

Leaning forward, she kissed his tip with reverence.  “I am so pleased to get to worship Daddy’s cock.” She softly said.  Her mouth encompassed his head and slipped down.

Sam sighed as he felt her tongue begin to circle and her lips contract on him.  She went further and further down until her mouth was kissing his pelvis.  She began to pull back slowly, but sucked even harder and let the edge of her teeth lightly graze.  Her eyes drank in his every reaction.

“God, you’re a good cumslut for me.” He groaned.

Her eyes flashed, and her cheeks flushed at his approval.  She went down faster on him this time than she did back up.  Repeating this move three more times, her hand began to tickle his balls a little.

Sam’s eyes were almost closed in ecstasy.

He felt her pop of his tip.  “Daddy?  May your cumslut ask if this is your first blowjob?” She wondered.

He opened his eyes to see her looking like a little girl, hoping her present was under the Christmas tree.  He shrugged.  “Yes.”

“Mmm…I get to be your first.” She giggled.  “That really turns me on, Daddy.”

“Show me.” He growled.

She did.

Sam tried to last as long as he could, but it was only a minute later when he could feel it on the edge.  His eyes narrowed.

“Fill me…fill my mouth, Daddy.” She growled at him, then took him to his root once more.

He came.  It was a long one that lasted a considerable amount of time.  Britta milked him for all she was worth to get every last drop.

Slowly, he subsided, and she began to lick and kiss him to clean him up.

“Daddy is…pleased?” She whispered.

“I’m very, very pleased,” Sam muttered.

Britta made a soft squeal of pleasure.  “Good…so very good.  You changed your mind?” 

“I did.  Are you sad about that?” He wondered aloud.

“Nooo, Daddy.  I only wish to please…However, I can.  If you so wish it, you’ll probably be ready to take me once more in about twenty minutes?” She shrugged.

He laughed.  “Well, you are definitely more experienced than I am.  I believe you.”

She blushed a little.  “I am, but that all belongs to you now, Daddy.”

“You don’t mind teaching me?” He grinned.

“Not in the least.” She grinned back and winked.  

“You look good on your knees before me.” He sighed.

“I am very comfortable here, Daddy.” She admitted.  After a moment of looking up at him, she shrugged.  “Perhaps, Daddy, would like to take me toy shopping?  I could make some suggestions, and you could ask questions?”

He laughed.  “You’d like that?”

Her eyes widened.  “I’d LOVE that, Daddy.  I know a good place to go.  They’ll even allow you to try out some of the things there.  They like having demonstrations for other customers to enjoy.  I’d gladly do that for you.”

Sam nodded.  “It’s a deal.  Go pick out something…inappropriate to wear.  I need to make a phone call.”

She cocked her head but realized what he meant, and nodded.  Rising gracefully, he watched her wiggled her way to the stairs again and climb up.

His dad answered on the third ring.

“How did it go?” Daddy asked.

“Very well.  Very well indeed.  I’m calling because I want to be very open about this and respectful.  Britta is wishing to become my little girl in the dominant and sexual sense of the term.  As you mentioned…” Sam began.

“…you two are not related.” Daddy finished for him.  “I knew there was chemistry between you two.  I know Britta became something of a bitch to test you.  I couldn’t intervene to help.  It had to come from you.”

“So you knew?” Sam asked.

“I did, but she’d never respect you properly if I’d given you a hint or a helping hand.  This way, she’s made her choice.  I’m happy for you both.” Daddy paused.  “For social reasons, we’ll keep this discreet at first but slowly bring you two into the limelight as a couple.  It’ll work.”

Sam felt a massive relief at all this.  “Thanks.  I wasn’t sure how this was going to go.”

“Congratulations, Sam.  Welcome to the ranks of Dominants.  Please, feel free to ask for advice, etc.  I have been doing this a little longer than you.”  Daddy told him.

“Yes, I’ll do that.  Britta has offered to teach me.”