Hanna's Awakening (12 page)

“Stand up.” One thick eyebrow arched up, and the lines on his forehead creased.

Water cascaded down her body as she rose up, sighing in frustration as she did so. Daddy immediately began soaping her up between her thighs, and she whimpered at his touch. She whimpered even louder when he slipped a finger into her bottom hole as he washed her.

“Next time we have a baby girl day, you’ll be in a bulky diaper and a short dress all day long,” he said as his finger moved in and out of her bottom hole. “You’ll have to lie down on the floor so Daddy can change you after you wet yourself. And if I catch you trying to use the potty like a big girl, guess what will happen?”

“I… I’ll get a spanking?” Her voice wavered and she struggled to remain standing.

“That’s right. You’ll get a spanking. I’ll take your diaper off and paddle you with a hairbrush for being such a naughty baby girl, Hanna.” As he spoke, his fingers worked magic behind the washcloth, smoothing over her throbbing center as he described her future humiliation.

Hanna’s chest rose and fell rapidly. There wasn’t enough air in the room, and she needed more of Daddy’s touch. Her nipples tightened painfully and her breasts ached. Her pussy felt slick, and not just from the soap. Desire spiraled outward from her core, and her achiness built as she began moving against Daddy’s hand. The washcloth fell in the water, and his fingers replaced it, much to her relief. She rested one hand on his shoulder and the other against the wall to keep balance.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

One thick finger still penetrated her bottom hole, and he kept pumping it as he swirled another finger over her pulsing clit. Her legs felt as if they’d give out at any moment, but she knew Daddy would catch her if they did. The friction built and built, and he pressed a second finger into her bottom hole.

“Let go, baby girl. Daddy has you.”

She let go, and when her legs gave out as the wave of pleasure consumed her, Daddy caught her as she fell.

* * *

Ben gazed at Hanna from across the table. The pitter-patter of a light rain sounded on the roof. Lady was sprawled out in the middle of the floor, snoring and occasionally yipping and moving her legs as if chasing the squirrel that had eluded her yesterday. The lights were dimmed, and a single candle burned in the center of the table. Thunder boomed in the distance, and Hanna jumped in her seat.

“Are you scared of thunder?” he asked.

She shrugged and avoided his gaze.

“Hanna,” he warned.

“Yes!” she whispered quickly, still refusing to meet his stare.

Ben found her childlike fear charming. “Are you finished with your spaghetti?” he asked.

She nodded, jumping in her seat as another crack of thunder rang out. He cleared the table and threw the dishes in the dishwasher in record speed, then led Hanna into the living room. A single lamp illuminated the area dimly. He sank down on the couch and patted his thigh.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

She crawled into his lap and he covered her with a blanket, wrapping her tight in his arms at the same time. She fit perfectly and nestled her head next to his heart. He decided now was as good a time as any to discuss their plans in the coming weeks, and he hoped talking would offer a distraction from the storm.

“It’ll take a day or two to close the cabin up. When would you like to leave for Oregon?”

Instead of stiffening in his arms the way she normally did when the topic of leaving came up, she sighed and snuggled deeper into the blanket and his embrace. “Let’s wait until Eli calls to say Annabel had the baby. Then by the time we arrive at their home, they’ll have had some time alone to get used to their new family member. I know Annabel has lots of sisters and other family members nearby, so it’s not like they’ll need help. What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect.” Ben was nervous about driving off and leaving the cabin for an extended time for the first time in years. He’d be out in the real world, but at least they wouldn’t be traveling near his hometown and the pain of his past. He imagined Hanna gawking out the window of the RV as they drove through a city, or past a landscape unlike anything she’d seen before. The desire to show her the very things he’d spent years hiding from gave him the courage to take the bold step of leaving. He’d do anything for her, for his sweet baby girl.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“I looked at the calendar today. Tomorrow’s my nineteenth birthday.”

Being reminded of her age no longer shocked him, but he was a little upset with himself that he hadn’t asked when her birthday was. He’d known it was coming up. No matter. He’d find a way to make it special. He tilted her chin up and let his stern gaze fall on her. His groin tightened at her light gasp and nervous look.

“We have a tradition in the English world you may not be familiar with, baby girl.”

“What tradition?”

“Birthday spankings.”

She drew back in surprise. “Birthday spankings? I think you’re making that up, Daddy!”

He lost control of his faux sternness and broke into a smile. “It’s true. You’ll get twenty spanks in all tomorrow. Nineteen for your age plus one to grow on. Over my knee on your bare bottom, of course. It’s the proper way for a daddy to give his baby girl a birthday spanking.”

Warmth hit his neck as her breathing increased. She squirmed on his lap, no doubt feeling his stiffness beneath her backside. But a second later, thunder rumbled overhead, closer than before and shaking the cabin. She stopped squirming and burrowed under the blanket, wrapping her arms tight around his waist.

He decided to distract her again, and ducked under the cover to purposely graze her cheek with his stubble on his way to kissing her neck. She released her hold on the blanket and it fell away. The sharp peaks of her stiff nipples drew his gaze, and he leaned to tease them through the thin fabric of her dress. He was glad he hadn’t allowed her to wear a bra today because her response was immediate, her quick intake of air coupled with her chest thrusting upwards to receive his touch. Pulling back, he cupped her breast with one hand while his other hand traveled up her dress and past the barrier of her panties.

“My baby girl is soaking wet.” He claimed her mouth then, and her tongue danced with his, gliding past his lips and within. He groaned and felt her rubbing his cock over his jeans. She’d slipped a hand underneath her to squeeze and massage him, and his stiffness ached to be freed from its confines. He swirled his finger in her moisture before pushing inside her wetness, and her pussy clamped down on his digit. She no longer had her virginity, but she was still so deliciously tight.

He broke away to catch his breath and stared down at her. She glanced up, and the moment their gazes connected, thunder roared and lightning flashed, but she didn’t jump in fear. Perhaps she hadn’t heard the loud noise. Ben couldn’t be sure why, but as the thunder crackled overhead again, she began tugging at his t-shirt, the storm outside forgotten. Grasping her hands, he shook his head.

“No, no,” he said. “Let’s get that cute dress off you first.”

Despite her eagerness, a blush stained her cheeks. He knew from prior experience with Hanna that it shamed her more to be unclothed while he was fully dressed. Yes, he was a bastard for enjoying her embarrassment, but he also wanted to keep the proper balance of power. In this relationship, he made the rules with her best interests at heart, and she followed them because he’d earned her trust. He was the daddy and she was the sweet, sometimes naughty, baby girl. And when she was naughty, he was more than happy and willing to put her in her place.

He instructed her to stand and lift her arms up, and her face reddened more once he’d pulled her dress over her head.

“Hands at your side now,” he said sternly.

She complied, remaining in place with her head bowed, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. Ben circled her a few times, touching and exploring her body as he went. He pinched a nipple, brushed her hair over her shoulder, stroked her ass, and watched with dark amusement as goosebumps covered her arms. He stopped behind her and yanked her hair back, just hard enough to make her gasp and whimper. His lips brushed her ear.

“You’re going to take those panties off and get down on your hands and knees on the floor. Then you’re going to arch your bottom up and take my cock from behind like a naughty little girl.”

Her breathless reply sounded like, “Yes, Daddy,” but she spoke so fast he couldn’t be sure. He released her hair, and she slipped her panties off and hit the floor, arranging herself on her hands and knees. The arching her bottom part gave her pause, and she took a few deep breaths before pressing her head to the carpet and lifting her ass high, presenting it to him like a good girl. The sight of her enticing sweetness, so moist and pink, and her bottom which still bore redness from her recent spankings, ignited his libido full force. He stripped his clothing off and knelt behind her on the floor with his cock in hand.

“I’m going to take you long and hard, Hanna, and you’re going to take every thrust I give you like a good girl.”

* * *

Daddy’s lewd words never ceased to thrill Hanna. Moisture dripped from her core to the inside of her thighs, evidence of her need to be taken just as he’d described. She heard the tear of paper. A condom. He’d explained to her what the square packets were for, and a few times she’d assisted in covering his massive length with the thin, clear safeguard. Her pussy convulsed when he placed the tip of his sheathed cock at her entrance, pulsing in anticipation of his thickness ramming into her. She whimpered as he traced his length around her slick folds, tormenting her throbbing parts as she tried her best to force his touch to her hardened nub. Of course he came close, but seemed to purposefully avoid it, so she balanced on one hand and reached underneath her stomach to stroke it herself.

Thwack! No sooner had she reached her destination than he’d slapped her bottom. The sting amplified the achiness between her thighs, but she placed her hand back on the floor, hoping Daddy would enter her soon. She felt ready to burn up, and perspiration trickled down her temple.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said.

“That better not happen again. I’ll decide when and if you come tonight, Hanna. Touch yourself again and I’ll spread your thighs wide and spank your pussy lips.”

Disbelief jolted through her, and she wondered if he meant it. She decided not to test him and kept her hands flat on the floor, her hips raised with her pussy on display for his taking. If only he’d
take
it. The yearning to be filled had her heart pounding harder by the second. Her breasts hung heavily beneath her, and her nipples were so hard and tingly it felt as if they’d ignited.

The waiting was agony.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please please please.”

Again, he traced her folds with his cock, spreading her wetness all around, everywhere but her bereft clit. “I like it when you beg,” he said. “Beg some more. I want to hear you say the naughty things you’d like Daddy to do to you.”

She hesitated. He’d often instructed her to repeat naughty phrases after him, word for word. But to come up with them on her own? To honestly speak her desires aloud? Her face heated, and more perspiration rolled down her cheeks. She’d die if he didn’t take her now. She closed her eyes, feeling her shame soar higher with her imminent confession.

“Please, Daddy,” she said. “I want you to fuck my pussy hard. And touch my clit so I can… so I can come. I can’t bear to be here on the floor for one more moment without you inside me.”

He surged forward, filling her up completely with one hard thrust. The air left her and the room spun, but she managed to hold position on her hands and knees as he withdrew only to shove back inside her swollen tightness. Again and again. He clasped her hips and set a brutal, possessive pace, making her feel like she belonged to him in every possible way. Her mind. Her body. Her heart. Her soul. All of it, his for the taking.

Her thoughts whirled with the ecstasy that consumed her, and she arched her center higher to meet his harsh movements as desire coiled in her lower stomach. Daddy pressing his finger to her clit was all it took to send her flying into oblivion. Her release cascaded outwards from her center, pulsing and rushing through her with a fury that had her panting and clawing at the carpet. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she cried out as Daddy’s cock jerked within her depths and he joined in her release.

The heat from his chest radiated on her back. He was hovering over her, trying to catch his breath as she tried to catch hers. He recovered before she did, and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

The storm raged outside, lightning flashing through the curtains, but her fear didn’t resurface. She felt safe with Daddy. He flicked on a lamp and disappeared into the bathroom briefly. When he returned, he spooned her on the bed as they watched the storm together. Eventually, it died down and the flashes ceased as the thunder dulled. Even the rain stopped drumming on the roof.

Daddy broke the silence.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“About what?”

“The birthday spanking you have coming tomorrow.”

She giggled. “Oh, that. Actually, I’m a little… um… excited about it. Is that strange?”

His warm hand cupped her bottom, squeezing as he kissed the back of her neck. “It’s not strange. It’s naughty. So very very naughty, young lady. I should take you over my knee right now, baby girl.”

Desire stirred in her inner core, and she wiggled her bottom against his hand. “I can’t help it, Daddy. I like being naughty for you.” She turned over in time to catch his unguarded response and laughed at the shock on his face. Her heart swam with joy as she leaned in to kiss the man who’d taught her all about love.

The End

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