Leanne blinked. When her eyes reopened the little boat was still there, pinned against the wall at the point where her eyes crossed. It faded in and out of focus like it was mocking her.
“Daddy…” she pouted, “how much longer do I have to do this?”
“How long did I tell you that you had to hold it there?”
She remembered. “Eleven minutes and twenty seconds.”
“That’s right. And seeing as it’s been—“ the chair creaked behind her as he looked at his watch “—a little over seven minutes, it looks like you’re not done yet.”
Her nose had been itching for most of that time, but he’d been very clear what would happen if she took her hands off of her head before her time was up.
It wasn’t fair – she’d paid the damn utility bill. Or at least she’d tried, she hadn’t known at the time that she was already overdrawn and that the check would bounce. Jeff had been kind enough to front her the hundred and twelve dollars, but he said they would have to have a ‘discussion’ about her spending habits.
The coin was starting to slip. Leanne pressed harder.
“Daddy, it hurts…”
“If you’re going to talk, it’s going to move. And if you think your nose hurts now, imagine what your bottom’s going to feel if that dime touches the floor.”
She didn’t have to. While her attention was understandably focused on the tiny piece of metal in front of her, she hadn’t forgotten her earlier spanking. She was still bare from the waist down, giving her smoldering ass a chance to air out.
Privately, she felt like her Daddy had gone easy on her this time.
A few years ago, Leanne might have said that she had her life under control. Not all of her work was exactly legal, sure, and she wasn’t in the running for Mother of the Year or anything… but she had things handled. Or so she thought.
First it was Children’s Aid, and having B.J. taken away. Then she’d been tagged for possession and went to jail, had a bunch of her teeth pulled and then got Covid twice while inside, then had to spend her probation living out of her parents’ trailer at the age of thirty-three. It seemed that every bad decision she’d made and every hard decision she’d put off had come back at her one after the other.
Leanne wasn’t a quick study, but a lesson that harsh was hard to miss. She had to turn her life around, no matter what it cost.
She just had no idea where to start.
Meeting Jeff had been a lucky accident, just like finding out about his side gig. ‘Discreet adult discipline’ sounded like a scam or a weird sex thing, something she would have called out if she’d heard about it before her life went to shit. Instead, she considered it a well-timed lifeline. And besides, what could it hurt?
A metallic clink from the floor snapped her back to the present. She realized to her horror that the coin had vanished while her attention had wandered. Maybe Daddy hadn’t noticed…
The chair creaked again behind her. “Twelve minutes, forty-eight seconds. Good enough, I suppose.”
“You weren’t going to tell me when I was done?”
“That’s not what this lesson’s about, little girl. You can come on back now.”
Leanne exhaled and let her hands fall to her sides. Her fingers had been laced together for so long that they’d gone numb. She turned around.
Daddy was still getting out of his easy chair, which was more work than it looked given his arthritis, and Leanne stifled a laugh. He’d seemed so silly when she first met him, this short, bald man with his doughy body and his boundless enthusiasm for his boring hobbies. Calling him a ‘disciplinarian’ had made him sound so scary.
Finally planting his feet, he held out his arms for a hug, and Leanne nestled into them. Her punishment was over, and now was the time for forgiveness.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Any time. You’re going to be more thoughtful with your money from now on, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And that should do it for tonight. I think I’ve worn out that butt of yours enough.”
Leanne scoffed. “You mean you’re worn out, old man. I’m tough, remember?”
“You’re resilient,” Daddy corrected, and kissed her on the forehead. “Most people in your situation would have given up and blamed the world for their problems. You were the one to decide you were going to improve your situation, even before I got involved. I’m proud of you, little girl.”
She dabbed at the corner of her eye. This was what kept her coming back – that even when she was standing bare-assed and humbled in his living room, he could still make her feel better with just a few reassuring words.
He continued, “Are you about ready for dinner?”
She couldn’t stay silent any longer.
“There is one more thing, and I’m not sure how to say this... yesterday, I mean last night… I sort of…” She swallowed. “I sort of… diddled myself to sleep.”
Daddy raised an eyebrow.
“You’re a grown woman. I’m not shocked to hear that you masturbate, although I’m not sure why you’re telling me.”
She searched his face for any sign that he’d picked up on her not-so-hidden meaning. Maybe she was being too subtle.
“Daddy… I knew you were going to spank me today.”
He sighed. So he did understand.
“Leanne. You have a program—“
“I know, I know.”
“And that program won’t work if you’re trying to get punished. On purpose, I mean.”
“That’s the thing, though,” Leanne snapped. “I don’t do this for the punishments, I do it because I know you have my back. Do you know how rare that is? My family loves me, I know that, but they all think I’m a fuck-up. My own kid thinks I’m a fuck-up. You’re the only person I know who thinks I can do better, who actually encourages me to be better. And you don’t let me get away with less.
“I love you, Daddy. Jeff.”
The nickname had started as a joke, a reflection of their age gap. Now it came to her more easily than his real name.
“I love you too, kiddo. But—“
She put her finger against his lips. “'But’ nothing. You’ve done so much for me these last few months, I want to do something for you.”
Leanne was tempted to push him back into his recliner, but there was no guarantee she’d be able to get him out if she did. Still, she wanted him sitting down for what she had in mind, and there was only one other choice to be had – although just looking at it made her butt tingle.
Hand-made from reclaimed driftwood, the chair was both beautiful and solidly built. Daddy was a talented carpenter, after all. It was just that Leanne had never been in the position to use it for a seat.
Steering Daddy toward the spanking chair, she gave him just enough of a push to let him know where he was supposed to go. For a man accustomed to being on top, he had no trouble following her lead.
She reached for the button of his slacks, only to find instead that he was wearing pants with an elastic waistband. That made things easier. With practiced ease, she yanked both pants and underwear down to his ankles in a single move.
Daddy squeaked as his bare skin touched the chair beneath him, and Leanne nearly laughed at the sound.
“Sorry,” he said, clearly embarrassed.
“Don’t be,” she replied. She lifted the edge of his shirt, finding what she was looking for beneath the overhang of Jeff’s round belly and a thicket of coarse grey hair.
Given that he’d just been undressed by a half-naked younger woman, she would have thought he’d be harder. But in her Daddy’s defense, Jeff was an older man. He might need a little more preparation.
His cock felt soft but heavy on her tongue. He was cut, to her surprise, or maybe she’d just expected him to have more wrinkles. She drew him into her mouth, tasting the feel of his skin.
Nothing. He was still limp.
She felt his hand on the side of her head, and let his member roll down from between her lips, still attached by a thin line of saliva.
“It’s alright, sweetie. I appreciate the gesture. What say we throw on some shorts and—“
But as he himself had said, Leanne was resilient. She would have called herself stubborn as mule, and often not in a good way, but both of them knew that she was not the type to give up easily. And wasn’t about to do so now.
Rubbing her chin against the varnished wood, she gulped up his balls along with not a small amount of hair.
She heard a muffled grunt from above, but the reaction below was immediate. Feeling him swelling against her cheek, she sucked harder. She’d managed to get the whole thing in her mouth without scraping teeth.
Let’s see a girl with a full set of choppers do that, she thought.
She turned her attention back to his shaft, drawing her tongue up the underside where she knew he’d be most sensitive. Now that she had room to work with, she got her hands involved, one cupping his wet gonads as the other got to work stroking him.
Taking a deep suck on his head, she looked upward to gauge Daddy’s reaction.
“Had enough, old man?”
He stared back at her with the expression of a man who had just tasted chocolate for the first time in years. He shook his head, grinning.
Which was all well and good for him, but her jaw wasn’t strong enough to spend the entire evening on a blowjob, not when she was still slightly damp herself from their earlier activities. It wasn’t that she got off from being punished, she kept telling herself, but there was a sense of… relief that flooded her when it was over.
It was hard to explain, and a distraction that she didn’t want or need. She slipped a couple of fingers between her legs to be sure that she was ready, and then she made her move, swinging her legs over either side of Daddy’s.
Her ass stung for a second time as her weight settled over his lap, but she took it.
“Wait,” he sputtered.
Leanne stuck out her lip. “I’m thanking you, Daddy. Don’t you like it?”
“It’s just… it’s a lot to take in.”
“I think I’m the one who’s supposed to say that.”
He laughed nervously. “You’re feeling some heightened emotions right now, Leanne. That doesn’t mean you need to jump these dusty bones. It’s not that I don’t want this…”
“Good, because I want this, too.” She held her position just above him, her pussy lips hovering irresistibly over his throbbing tip. “You’re not worried about giving me an STD or something, are you?”
“What? No!”
“Really? Just how long has it been for you?”
“Since…” She watched as he hurriedly did the math. “…I want to say twenty-elev—oh!”
Taking full advantage of Daddy’s wandering mind, Leanne lowered herself onto his cock, wincing as he filled her. It hadn’t been thirteen years for her, but it had been far too long since she’d put anything in there that wasn’t battery-operated.
She shifted slightly, and settled. Slowly she began to rock back and forth, the familiar motion providing some much-needed comfort for her aching pussy. Looping her hands behind his neck, she leaned into Daddy until their foreheads were touching.
“You okay?” Jeff whispered, sensing her discomfort.
“Yeah. It’s just… it’s a lot to take in.”
Her ass still chafed, but strangely she didn’t hate the feeling.
She pushed her hips forward, her thighs meeting Daddy’s stomach with a meaty slap that sounded almost like a spanking. The thought made her giggle, and she continued with slower – quieter – thrusts that would allow them both to enjoy the sensation without the sounds.
For a moment it worked, the only noises being their breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the chair. And then Jeff seized her by the hips and pushed himself deeper into her, his intensity building.
The slapping returned, but he didn’t seem to care. And on reflection, neither did she.
She reared up on his lap, their eyes meeting as their bodies collided. Leanne was enjoying the range of expressions playing across her Daddy’s face, from pleasure to astonishment to what under any other circumstance she would have called terror.
“I’m coming,” he muttered.
“Uh-huh.”
“No, I mean… ah… I’m—“
He thought that she’d want him to pull out, did he? The silly man.
She bent down and kissed him, his lips meeting hers, still wet with pre-cum. Her tongue reached into his mouth and met its partner, and for a moment they touched.
Jeff bucked underneath her, letting out a long groan. His legs tensed, gripping the chair for only an instant, and then loosened again. She didn’t have to listen to his wheezing to know that he was done.
“And you’re welcome,” she added, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek as she tugged herself free. The movement got another gasp out of him even as she could see that he was already going soft.
“Don’t…” He swallowed. “Don’t think you can use this to get yourself out of trouble.”
Leanne grinned, mirroring his own. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Any other time, she would have welcomed the chance to cuddle, but there wasn’t much room on the chair for both of them, and in any case she needed to clean herself up a bit. But one last question nagged at her.
“Daddy? You’re not disappointed in me, are you? You’re still going to be there for me after this, right?”
Jeff sighed. “You know, I think your discipline regimen is due for a change.”
“What do you mean?” asked Leanne.
“I mean we’ve focused entirely on addressing toxic behaviour. There hasn’t been much in the way of positive reinforcement, and I think that’s an oversight. So if you’d like, I think we can start fresh next week.”
Leanne didn’t quite understand what he meant, but it sounded promising.
“So what you’re saying is, if I’m bad I get your hand, if I’m good I get your dick?”
“That’s reductive and a little crude—“
“Deal. You’ve got yourself a date.”
If only she had a camera. His look of shock was one she’d have to treasure in her memory alone. And it really sunk in with the last word.
Maybe he hadn’t thought of her that way before, or maybe he hadn’t allowed himself to think of her like that. Maybe he thought that slapping her ass on a regular basis was the most that an old fart like him could expect.
But Leanne wanted more.
Collecting her jeans from where they’d been folded on the floor – and hoping she wasn’t still too swollen to wear them – she excused herself to the bathroom to prepare for dinner.
