Chapter 11: Act Your Age

Continued from chapter 10:

Dolores arches her back, presenting her throbbing, inflamed buttocks like an offering.

"Spank me, Daddy."

My cock throbs at the sound of my new title. I give her what she asks for, five quick, rapid-fire splats with the paddle before I settle in and paddle her hard, but at a slower pace.

Dolores shrieks in agony as the paddle connects with her already abused flesh, each blow sending fresh waves of searing pain crashing through her body. Her legs kick wildly, toes curling as she writhes and bucks against my lap, desperately seeking relief from the relentless onslaught.

"DADDY NOOOO! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" she wails, her voice raw and broken.

Tears and snot stream down her face unchecked as she surrenders to the punishment, all traces of her former strength and composure stripped away.

"I'M SORRY DADDY! I’M SORRY I WAS SO NAUGHTY. I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU! A GOOD GIRL! I PRRROOOMMMIISSSEEE!!!" she cries out, her body convulsing with sobs.

To be continued in chapter 11...

I paddle her well past the promised fifteen. I don't think she notices. I'm so aroused and so curious to see her come undone in this way. Dolores Maybourne, formerly proud busybody and terror of the HOA, has just named me, a man in his mid-20s, Daddy.

She has been regressed to a naughty little girl, and is completely undone before me, broken, weeping, and humiliated. Her proud demeanor is gone, and her eyes that plead with me in the mirror are the eyes of a little girl who has come to the surface and wants her daddy to forgive her.

I finish her paddling and take her naked, trembling form into my arms. She wraps her arms around me tightly, burrowing her head into my chest, wailing, sobbing hard, racking sobs. Her full, voluptuous breasts heave with each breath, her body flushed with humiliation. I hold her, rubbing her back, providing her safety and comfort in her new role as my baby girl.

Dolores collapses against my chest, her body wracked with great, gulping sobs. She clings to me like a lifeline, fingers digging into the satin of my robe as if afraid I might disappear. The heat of her flushed skin seeps through the fabric, a stark contrast to the cool air kissing her punished buttocks.

She buries her face in the crook of my neck, tears and mucus smearing my skin as she weeps with abandon.

"Daddy... Daddy please... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." she babbles incoherently between hiccuping breaths, all traces of her former eloquence replaced by the simple, childlike contrition of a thoroughly chastised little girl.

“It's okay, sweetie,” I murmur, rubbing her back as her sobs subside into shuddering sighs.

“Dolores, you don't have to call me Daddy anymore. It might make the rest of the night a bit awkward given the plans I have for you, but wow, I'm glad you did. I'm glad you let me take you there and I'm grateful I got to see that side of you.”

I pause, then ask,

“How did that make you feel, calling me Daddy? What led you to surrender in that way?”

Dolores sniffles softly, her body slowly relaxing as she comes down from the emotional high of her complete submission. She pulls back slightly to meet my gaze, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears but holding a new depth of vulnerability and trust.

“Calling you Daddy... it felt like shedding a skin,” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Like discarding the heavy armor of my pride and expectations. In that moment, I wasn't the stern HOA president or the aloof widow. I was simply a little girl, **** for forgiveness and guidance.”

She bites her lip, a faint blush coloring her tear-stained cheeks. The sight of her so **** and open stirs something deep within me.

“It scared me how natural it felt,” she admits.

“How much I craved that total surrender. Perhaps it's because I've spent so long being strong, being in control... having the chance to let go, to be taken care of... it was terrifying and liberating all at once.”

"Well, now you are Dolores again, and I am Ero. Not sir, not daddy. I still have a lot I want to do with you, to you, tonight Dolores, but first, let me provide you with some aftercare, okay sweetie?"

Go get me a jar of cold cream, and come back across my lap,” I instruct her.

“This time, I want you in the wheelbarrow position so I can access both of your hot cross buns and your swollen sex. I think you need a special treat after what I just put you through.”

Dolores nods meekly, a shiver of anticipation running through her at my words. She carefully extricates herself from my embrace, wincing slightly as her tender bottom makes contact with the chair.

“Yes, Ero. I understand.”

She pads obediently to the bathroom, her hips swaying gently with each step. Moments later, she returns with a jar of cold cream, handing it to me with trembling fingers.

Smiling shyly, she positions herself across my lap once more, this time with her head pointed towards my feet and her legs spread wide over my lap. Her feet are pointed behind me, presenting her most intimate areas in a lewd display of submission.

“Is this... is this what you wanted, Ero?” she asks softly, a note of nervous excitement in her voice.

Her body thrums with a confusing mix of residual pain, lingering humiliation, and growing arousal as she awaits my touch.

She looks delicious like this. She bites her lip, watching me in the mirror as I take two generous dollops of cold cream and let them plop onto each of her angry, purple cheeks. She hisses as the cold cream meets her hot bottom, but relaxes as I begin to massage it into her skin. The searing pain dissolves into a warm, erotic ache.

She whimpers as I spread her cheeks and begin to apply cold cream across her tight, puckered entrance, but she lifts her hips, surrendering to my advances. I catch a glimpse of just how aroused she is—her folds are positively drenched, and her clitoris twitches and protrudes from under its hood, begging for attention.

Dolores moans softly as my fingers work the cool cream into her heated flesh, the soothing sensation a balm to the throbbing ache left by my paddle. She arches her back, pressing her bottom more firmly into my touch as I explore her most intimate areas.

“Mmmm Ero... that feels divine...” she purrs, her voice husky with desire.

The mirror reflects her flushed face, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust as she watches me lavish attention on her body. When my fingers graze her dripping sex, she lets out a sharp gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.

“Oh god... I'm so wet for you already...” she admits breathlessly, a deep blush staining her cheeks at her own wantonness.

“Please Ero... I need more. Touch me, fill me, use me however you wish…”

She has been such a good girl for me, so I give her what she wants. My left hand slides across her folds and delves between them, exploring her wetness and gently stroking the nub under her hood. My right hand finishes the aftercare on her bottom, and with a slick finger, I begin to tickle her anus, sliding just the tip of my finger inside of her between tickles.

Dolores throws her head back with a guttural moan as my fingers find her most sensitive spots. Her body arches like a bowstring pulled taut. Electric pleasure zings through her nerves, chasing away the last vestiges of pain and replacing it with pure, molten need.

“AHHN YES! JUST LIKE THAT, Ero!” she cries out shamelessly, too far gone to care about propriety.

Her hips grind back against my teasing touches, silently begging for more. The dual stimulation of my fingers stroking her aching clit and probing her virgin hole sends her spiraling closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.

“I'm... I'm going to cum! Don't stop, please don't stop!”

Dolores babbles deliriously, her thighs trembling and inner walls fluttering around my invading digit as her climax builds to a crescendo.

This position would be super humiliating for her if she weren't so aroused. Her legs are spread wide as they wrap around my wrist, and her hands are flat on the floor, as she lies open and exposed for me.

I coax her to the edge and pull her back several times, my left hand playing her sex like a fiddle, my finger sliding in and out of her bottom as I bring her to the edge and pull her back, preparing for one final shove off the cliffs of pleasure into the roiling rapids of orgasm at the bottom.

Dolores writhes and mewls helplessly as I expertly play her body like an instrument, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy only to deny her release at the last possible second. Tears of frustration mingle with the sweat beading on her brow as she strains against the maddening pleasure, her muscles pulled taut as a bowstring.

“PLEASE Ero! I can't... I NEED...” she sobs brokenly, too far gone to articulate her **** pleas.

Her hips jerk erratically, chasing my retreating fingers, silently begging for the completion that eludes her. The obscene squelching sounds of her dripping arousal fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly frantic moans and whimpers.

Dolores feels like she might combust from the sheer intensity of sensation, every nerve ending screaming for release.

To be continued in chapter 12...