It was later in the morning than she was used to waking up. The sun was already shining through her window across her bed; she could feel the heat on her skin. Stretching in bed, she started with her toes wiggling, and her long leg muscles flexed. With hips and back twisting and neck rolled, she was like a little kitten waking up. 

Her thoughts went to this new man, yes, a grown man, not like the boys she usually dated. He was older and established, and yes, rich. This relationship was new to her, going to new restaurants and getting gifts. The boys she dated had little money, and even worse, no ambition; she was lucky to get drinks paid for.

Their kisses on last night's date were great; she was looking forward to today. Her thoughts were on his hands. The way they grabbed her neck and held her made her weak. She melted into him and just moulded her body to his dad bod. She could feel his excitement through his pants. Thank god he seemed big, but that night was all about the teasing. Tonight would be different; she knew he was ready for more.

As the memory of last night returned to her, her hands touched her flat stomach, and then went lower to her shaved wet pussy. Yes, new relationships were exciting, learning what each wanted. What turned him on was her little girl voice. She had him breathing hard all evening.

Her fingers started to finish what started last night, as she thought of him. She lay on her back a moment longer, the warm sunlight sliding over her bare skin as the last of the stretch melted out of her limbs. One hand drifted up, dragging them lightly down the side of her throat, then lower, tracing the swell of her breasts. She circled each nipple slowly, barely grazing, until the tips stiffened under the teasing scrape. A soft sound left her throat. She cupped one breast, lifting it, and let the nails trail across the sensitive underside before pinching the nipple between two fingers and rolling it, the pressure just this side of too much.

Her other hand slid lower, palm gliding over her stomach. She paused at the soft curve just above her mound, pressing the pads of her fingers there while the nails rested against her skin. Then she spread her thighs a little wider under the sheet and let that hand drift between them. Two fingers parted her, smooth pads and the very edges of the nails brushed her. She was already slick. She drew a slow circle around her clit with the pad of one finger, then switched, letting a single nail skim the hood in the lightest drag. Her hips lifted once, chasing the touch.

She brought the hand that had been on her breast down to join the other. One hand held herself open, the other worked two fingers inside in a slow, shallow thrust while the nails of her free hand continued their teasing path. Her breathing had gone shallow. 

She bit her lip, then let out a shaky moan as the first intense pulse hit. Her back arched off the bed. She kept her fingers moving through it, thrusting deep and curling while her thumb stayed pressed to her clit as the orgasm rolled through her in sharp, full-body waves. Her thighs shook. She rode it out until the intensity eased into softer aftershocks, fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every last little clench until she finally went limp against the sheets, chest rising and falling.

Her thoughts were still on her man. Today they planned on getting together and shopping. She needed some new clothes that went with this new relationship and what better way than to have him pay for the fun.

Checking her phone for any new messages from him, finding none, maybe he's not up. She typed a quick message.

“Good morning, Papi. Did you sleep well? Are you thinking of me?”

She waited to see if the little bubble would appear. Counting to ten, then twenty, no bubble. He must be still sleeping. 

She spent time cleaning her apartment and thinking about what new outfits she would need. Dating an older guy, she needed outfits that would be sexy but not too slutty. She would never want to embarrass him if seen by his employees. Yes he owned his own house and a business, so sexy and hot. This relationship was new and exciting for her. 

By noon, her mood was getting darker, not mad just yet, just irritated. No message from him; should she send another? Maybe one more; she wasn't going to stack up her messages to him, but maybe just one more, two in a row wasn't too bad.

She quickly typed, “Hi Papi, all good, are we still on for shopping today? I miss you.”

Wait, does that sound borderline disparate, she thought. She changed the text: “Papi, how is your day going?”

And hit send. Yes, a little bump to him.

She was lost in her socials for the next couple of hours. Checking her text messages at two o'clock and still no message from him. Well, she wasn't going to wait around for him. 

She got off the couch and started to think of going out tonight. Planning on meeting up with her girlfriends.

At 4:32 pm her phone vibrated and his first text of the day arrived. “Missing you babe, what are you doing?”

What is he thinking, missing me? Did he even think of me at all today?

She typed back, “What kept you busy all day?”

His reply: “Just doing yard work. Are you busy? Do you want to meet up?” 

Yard work, all day. Not likely, she thought. Too busy for a simple text. No, she wasn't going out with him tonight. 

She was very upset with him. His excuse was not acceptable. Sure, he got caught up with the house chores or yard work, but that didn't mean he should stop thinking of her. All day long, not one text or call; this wasn't acceptable, and it wasn't going to be tolerated. He should have been thinking of her. She needs him to understand what is expected of their relationship. He needed to appreciate what they have and what she can give to him. She wasn't going to be the one to chase; no, the boys in her life chased her. She was the prize and deserved devotion. 

She was going to teach him; yes, he would need to learn, and this wouldn't happen again. Calling him, she needed him to hear her voice, so he could hear what she brought to the relationship. Her voice was like honey: smooth, sugary sweet, hiding her anger. Putting him at ease with her little girl giggles. He thought he was still in control; she was his little girl, his Princess.

“Will you come to me tonight, sweetie?” she purred.

He knew when he entered her apartment that her voice didn't match her mood. Dressed in a tight, silky cream-colored shirt with three buttons undone, no bra, and smooth black leather pants molded to her ass and legs.

The first thing she said before he entered the living room was only two words: “Strip now,” very aggressive and loud. The change was jarring, the air in the room electric.

She could see it in his eyes as he looked down at her shoes. He wanted this; maybe he needed this. In his business world, he is powerful and strong, but he was in her world now. She could see his big cock excited in his pants. All the teasing she had done on their dates had paid off. He loved this dominant side of her. 

He was shocked and tried to explain about his day, but she quickly slapped his face and told him, "Keep your mouth shut."

Trembling, he started to remove his clothes. Hands shaking, he tried to apologize again, but it was too late.

She spoke to him with authority, “No, just listen and do what you’re told.”

He worked faster to remove his clothes. She was keeping her clothes on while he stripped. Standing tall in her black heels, she looked him in the eyes.

Once she got him naked, he stood in front of her like a little boy. The age gap reversed, she was the authority figure now, standing tall.

She grabbed his cock and pulled him across her lap as she sat on the couch, trapping his hard cock between her black leather legs.

She reached for her paddle. The paddle was 18 inches long with holes drilled in the flat paddle area. The room vibrated with the first whack as the paddle came down hard on his ass.

She asked him, "How many hours did you go without contacting me? Was it all day?"

“Yes, Princess, I'm sorry,” he groaned.

Her arm came down again. Whack! Both cheeks were red now.

“Little boys need discipline.” Whack! “You need to count each one of them.” Whack!

She was warming up to her new role.

“Yes, Princess, that is three.” He again whimpered.

Whack, whack, the paddle rained down on his ass and thighs. Almost faster than he could count. Once the red of his ass was the right shade of red, she stopped.

“Yes, Princess. Fifty,” she heard, as she smiled, putting the paddle by the tube of cream she had.

Her hand came down with another slap, landing on his thigh. Lightly, her fingertips traced the red paddle marks on his thighs. She used that hand to start teasing him from his ass down to his knees and back up to his ass. Using just her nails now moving slowly down and up on his back, his cocky was leaking trapped between her shiny, smooth black leggings, she could feel him tremble on her legs, and the power she felt was intoxicating.

“Are you going to be my good boy?”

“Yes, Princess, please. I'm sorry,” he softly cried.

With tears running down his cheeks, he looked adorable. Broken. Her pussy was wetter than his face. The excitement she felt was exhilarating.

“Are you going to forget about me, Papi?” using her pet name for him.

His thighs and ass had round circles from the paddle holes. She smiled as she ran her nails through his hair.

“Is my Papi ever going to forget?” Her voice sounded so sexy as a little girl, talking to him softly and gently as she started to rock him.

“Good boys get to feel so good, right, Papi?”

Slowly, she rubbed his ass and thighs, her voice softer.

"Let me help you feel better," as she gently rubbed him, applying a cool cream on his ass and thighs.

She applied more cream to his ass, rubbing between his red ass cheeks. She could feel his excitement through his big cock, still trapped between her legs, pulsating. She started moving her hips. Little movements with her thighs tighter. His slick cock was still sliding between her smooth pant legs with ease. Her legs gave him a little shake as she flexed her calves. He was breathing heavier now; he was so horny as she edged him.

“Are you ok, Papi? Who is your little sexy Princess?”

“You are a Princess. Daddy will never forget again.”

“Forget what, Papi?” she teased as she tightened her thighs around his trapped cock, giving him some extra little squeezes.

She kept stroking his ass and his thigh with her nails. 

“You, Princess!” His voice was small and broken.

“Good, Papi, that's what I love about you. Always thinking about me. Who can make you feel this wonderful?” Her nails were making small circles on his back, tickling his sides. 

He giggled, his hips moving, trying to get away from the tickles. His cock pulsed each time she tickled the back of his legs. 

“What does your Princess deserve, Papi?” his body now shaking uncontrollably.

She loosened her thighs a little as she took the paddle handle. It was round and the size of a cock, and she pushed it into his ass, finding his little prostate button. She was slowly at first moving the handle in and out of his ass, his orgasm building. The cream between his ass helped. Tightening her legs, squeezing his cock. She kept his hips down on her thighs, trapping his cock as the paddle went in and out of his ass. Small moans escaped his lips. She could feel his hip muscles try to hump her legs. One hand on his back and the other, moving like a piston, up and down, pushing the paddle handle deeper into his ass, his orgasm building more. Just as he started to moan the loudest, she removed the handle and opened her legs. His ass was empty, and his cock had no touch.

She opened her legs and raised her arms above her head, removing any stimulation. His cock pulsed in midair, just hanging down between her legs. His orgasm was ruined with no contact with her legs, and his seed just spilled down between her legs as he shuddered.

He dropped to the floor in front of her legs. She opened her long legs, her thighs covered with his mess. The mess was from her thighs to her heels. Pointing with one long fingernail at his mess, she tsked with her tongue and gently shook her head with a very stern-looking face. 

“Papi, you made it a little messy.”

He started to get up when she put her finger to his mouth. “Shh, who's my good boy, Papi?” taking her fingers like claws, grabbing the back of his head, and saying, “Good boys clean their mess right, Papi? Use your mouth.” She pulled him closer.

He started at the heels of her shoes and dragged his tongue up her leg, cleaning as he went higher. 

Praising him in her little girl voice, “Very good, Papi. I have another area of my body that needs your talented tongue’s attention. Keep cleaning my pants. They need to be spotless.”

She could feel the wetness of her pussy trapped in her leather pants. It was going to feel so good stripping the tight pants off. She wasn't done with him yet. No, it was going to be a long night. Being an adult was exhausting. It was so much easier to be his little Princess and let him be the adult, but you had to nip misbehaving fast.

Her Papi wasn't going to ever forget her again, and she now knew what made him hers.