CHAPTER THIRTEEN
We had the whole weekend ahead of us, but after we'd made love for the first time all I wanted to do was hold Billy, and be held by him. Being in his strong arms felt safe, I felt protected. I felt as if nothing remotely bad could ever happen to me. I was happy and warm.
After we'd had sex and I had called him 'Daddy' throughout I smiled to myself in its afterglow. This felt so normal, and so right. It didn't feel odd or inappropriate at all like I thought it would. Some people called their partner 'baby' and never thought anything of it, the taboo around the term 'daddy' had been so big for me, but once I had started using it for myself in a way that felt most natural to both of us, it felt okay.
I could call him Daddy during our play time, and then call him by his name when we were in front of other people as he had requested without any problems.
The other things that he had requested though, and that he had told me about before we took off for this weekend together were something else entirely. I had reluctantly agreed because I knew this would all make him very happy, but I was a little frightened.
Billy being my daddy was something that happened all the time – even if I only called him that in bed – because he was my 'all the time daddy' he would behave like it, at least when we weren't at the ranch.
This meant that when I was naughty he would punish me. He called it 'domestic discipline' and told me that many people in the South still disciplined their wives and children, so it wouldn't seem so strange if we were ever overheard, however, it was too much to do in our workplace so he wouldn't do it at the ranch.
Basically for this domestic discipline, I had to agree to a set of rules, then if I disobeyed a rule I would be punished. The rules were all set out by my daddy and agreed to by me, the little girl. Billy told me that this was a first draft but over time more rules would come into play as we dove further and further into the relationship and into one another.
The rules I was supposed to follow from this weekend onwards were:
1. Baby girl must always follow Daddy's orders to the best of her ability unless those orders will cause her, her Daddy or others emotional, psychological or physical harm.
2. Baby girl must always be honest with her Daddy.
3. Baby girl must not swear.
4. Baby girl is not to have romantic or sexual interactions with others without Daddy's permission.
5. Baby girl must behave in a way befitting a little lady at all times.
If I broke a rule, Daddy would punish me. The naughtier I was, the more I was punished. I would get used to it he said. He said that in no time at all, I would be behaving so much better than I had before to avoid punishments.
But the idea of not being allowed to swear (I loved swearing!) and behaving like a lady were both things I couldn't abide. I wanted to behave however I behaved, to get away with doing whatever I liked. I didn't want to be told no.
"What sort of punishments will there be?" I asked Billy when he laid out the rules for me to agree to.
I swore I saw something behind Billy's eyes for a moment before he told me, "They won't be too harsh."
Those words didn't fill me with confidence so I swallowed before asking again, "What will the punishments be for broken rules?"
"It depends on the severity of the broken rule." He told me and I looked at the rules. I understood that. Of course if I went on dates with other men, he would likely leave me. Whereas if I swore, I would likely get to see what this domestic discipline was.
So I asked, "What do you mean by domestic discipline when you say it? That's what I'll get for swearing, isn't it?"
Billy nodded, his face unreadable. "It is."
I swallowed as I looked into his eyes. He stared back at me for a moment before telling me, "You will get a spanking." He sounded aroused as he said it which didn't help to alleviate my fears at all. I felt more anxious because of how he had said that rather than less anxious.
"You'll enjoy it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Billy grinned then and gave me a wink. "Sure will!"
I let out a nervous laugh before asking, "But what if I don't like it?"
"It's a punishment. You're not supposed to like it." He told me, in a voice that invited no further questions.
As we lay there in the afterglow of my losing my virginity and I thought it all over though, I wondered about what the rest of the weekend together would be like.
Would I be naughty? Would I get myself punished?
But right then, Billy moved to give me a kiss on the lips. His kisses were wonderful and when he kissed me, I couldn't think of anything but how it felt to have his lips on mine and how it felt to drift off on a happy little cloud.
That's what it was like to be with him, I would simply zone out and be happy. I would float away and smile. There wasn't anything like it in the world.
As he kissed me his hands explored my body, which lay bare on the bed. His touch was firm and possessive and made me want to do as I was told right away. I didn't want to challenge, I only wanted to please him.
I wanted to try something else new, something I had never tried before.
"Daddy?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
"Yes, baby girl?" Daddy asked, inviting me to go on.
"Daddy.... I want to try, something..." I began, unsure how to ask for what I wanted.
"What is it baby girl?" She asked.
I took a deep breath and told him, while staring him straight in the eye, "Daddy, I want to suck your cock."
His face went from a questioning face to one of excitement in half a second. The idea of my lips wrapped tightly around his cock turned him on.
"I want to do it," I began, "But I don't' know how. Can you give me some guidance?" I had been exploring the rest of his body with my mouth and hands, but I had not gotten to taste the part that I most wanted to. The idea of sucking Daddy's cock was intoxicating.
Daddy didn't say anything, he merely smiled at me and gave me a little nod.
We kissed again a few more times before I started kissing my way down his body.
Daddy was on his back as I drew closer to his hard cock. I gave it a little lick and tasted something there, so followed that little lick with a few more around the head. He was looking down at me and I up at him as I realised that I had tasted myself. I took a few more licks then. His cock tasted great.
Lick after lick after lick meant that I was tasting this great cock and in no time at all, I felt ready to take it into my mouth. I began sucking. I was sucking hard on his cock, as if I was trying to suck something out of him. I smiled around his cock as that thought danced inside my mind. Sucking his stiff cock I imagined sucking the cum right out of him.
He watched. I sucked. I sighed onto his cock. I moaned, I explored with my mouth.
Giving head was something I had never known if I would like it. It was something that I had heard plenty of mixed things about from other girls, but as I sucked my Daddy's cock for the first time all I could think was how wonderful this was, and how much I needed it. It was a turn on, that was for sure!
Sucking cock was great. I wondered about what his cum would taste like. I had already tasted my own cum on his shaft and was into that, but again, all the girls who I had ever spoken to about giving head always said how gross a man's cum tasted.
There was even this face they made when they talked about it, that let me know how they really, really hated it. They weren't just saying that to seem like good girls.
But good girls swallowed their Daddy's cum, I was sure of it. I was sure Daddy would think I was his good little girl if I finished him off this way.
I was going to swallow everything he gave me. I would work as hard as I could to please him.
That being said though, I felt very unsure of myself. Everything I did was a bit random. I had seen some porn and was imitating what I had seen. I was muddling through and trying to read his reactions. When I read one that said he was enjoying whatever I was doing I would take note of whatever I had been doing then try to do it again. I kept doing this for a while and got better at pleasing my Daddy that way.
Then, after a while, I remembered something I had read in one of the teen magazines we girls turn to when we're too young to know any better.
The magazine had talked about how if you were unsure about your head giving technique, you could offer your partner your hand, and they could suck one of your fingers like they wanted you to suck their cock.
I pulled Daddy's cock from my mouth then with a pop as I looked up at him. "Daddy?" I asked.
Although we had been looking into one another's eyes while I sucked him off, now he had thrown back his head and been moaning.
I smiled up at him as his head snapped back to look down at me, "Yes baby girl?" He asked.
"I want to try something different, so I can learn." I started.
Daddy had given me tips here and there and now he told me, "You're very good, you don't really need help."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
He nodded, "Yes, I am sure."
"But, I have this idea I want to try..." I began.
I sensed a lack of patience from Daddy but he nodded anyway, "Okay. What is it?" He asked.
I explained to him that he could use one of my fingers to show me how he wanted me to suck. At this, Daddy chuckled. "You really don't need it." He told me.
Shaking my head, I refused to believe him. "I am only new at this. I can't be very good!" I protested.
Daddy consented to this anyway and told me, "You are great, but if this makes you feel better, I'll do it."
Daddy moved so he could take two of my fingers – the first and second finger – into his mouth. As I sucked, he sucked.
I was imitating his movements when I realised this was almost exactly what I had been doing. I broke away again with another loud pop as Daddy's cock came out of my mouth.
"Hey Daddy! You're cheating!" I protested.
Daddy removed my fingers with his hand gently and told me, "I said your cock sucking skills were good, didn't I?"
There was a moment where our eyes met and I understood: It didn't matter to him how my skills were, it mattered to him that we were doing this together, that he was playing with me. When I realised that, and the sweetness of it, I almost wanted to cry.
Instead I kissed him.
We kissed for a while until he broke the kiss and told me to lay on my back.
I lay on my back on the bed and Daddy took a position kneeling beside me. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I tasted it again. There was a bit of pre-cum there this time and I licked it up.
Daddy thrusted into my mouth then. I kept my eyes on his as his cock pushed its way down my mouth and past my tonsils. It felt hot to be used, even as I had to work hard to keep myself from gagging. Good girls keep their mouths ready for their Daddy's use at all times.
I didn't need Daddy's rules to have fun, I had plenty of my own.
But then, did all of these rules I had in my head about what it took to be a good girl actually fall under rule number five where I was supposed to behave like a good little lady at all times?
As I thought about Daddy's rules I almost wanted to laugh, but my mouth was full and I was struggling with my gag reflex.
Daddy was using my mouth in earnest then. Thrusting into it he seemed more frenzied than ever. It was as if he had crossed some boundary between actually caring what I felt, and perhaps caring about me at all. In that moment I was Daddy's little sex toy and it turned me on. He was fucking my mouth mercilessly to get off. He was thrusting into it and moaning. His moans and grunts sounded like that of a wild animal, not of a man getting off with his girlfriend.
He was close, of that I was sure. But this was unlike it had been before when we had sex. This was all about him, and about him getting off. I wanted that. I wanted every moment of this pure use and abuse of my little mouth. I wanted to be the receptacle for his seed, and nothing else in that moment.
And I wasn't disappointed as he came. He seemed to be cumming more and harder into my mouth than he had into my pussy. There was so much that I didn't feel like I could swallow it all. Then, after shooting half his cum into my mouth, he moved so he would be shooting some of it down my throat too.
He was cumming into my throat and I didn't have a chance to swallow it, it all just went straight down.
What was in my mouth though I swallowed as quickly as I could and when Daddy was finished cumming I moved so I could take as much of it in my mouth as I could.
I sucked on the head and swallowed. I swallowed all the cum left on his cock then just kept sucking. Sucking cock was hot in its own right, I had decided. It didn't matter if I knew there would be a load of hot cum soon or not.
Daddy couldn't take it though. His cock was so sensitive after he had cum so he pulled it from my mouth. "That's enough girl." He told me.
I felt hungry for more, but pleased too because I had pleased Daddy so much.
After he came, Daddy cuddled close to me.
We talked and cuddled and I felt so warm and loved that I almost wanted to drift off to sleep. I stopped myself though. I wasn't going to do that. I had to stay awake. I had to spend some quality time with my Daddy.
Daddy looked tired too though. He pulled himself together enough to suggest that we grab some dinner.
"What's around here?" I asked.
I had spent months at the ranch. I hadn't even been into town. It struck me then how that had happened, but I guess I had just grown so used to life there and hadn't gotten bored enough yet.
Daddy eyed me off for a moment then made a face that told me he just realised the same thing: That I hadn't been here before, that I wasn't familiar with the town, or any other towns in America if truth was told.
"Didn't you come here to explore America?" He asked, as if reading my mind.
I nodded, "I did. I guess I've just been stuck."
Daddy considered this for a moment before telling me, "That's fair enough. It's easy to get stuck somewhere I guess." We shared a smile and he told me, "There are worse places to be stuck, too."
I giggled at this, "Yes. There are. There are places with no Daddy." I told him, my voice a little sad.
We kissed and he asked me, "Was this what you hoped to fine when you came out here?"
Giggling again and forgetting to be sad, I shook my head, "Of course not. Who thinks they're going to find a daddy dom living on a ranch somewhere."
"Not many people." Daddy agreed.
We kissed for a few moments before Daddy pulled away from me, stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood beside him. He smacked my ass to encourage me to walk forward and together we had a shower.
Between my legs was still sore. Daddy gently washed there with some water to make sure I wouldn't bleed on my panties when we went to get dinner. A little blood escaped onto his hand and he kissed me before rinsing it away with the shower water.
Then for what felt like an eternity Daddy washed me carefully. He used soap suds on my skin, his rough hands moving around my body before he washed my hair gently. He did all of this before telling me to get out of the shower and towel myself off. He told me to wait in the bedroom and not to dress myself while he cleaned up.
I did as I was told, getting myself dry – even blow-drying my hair – and sitting on the bed waiting for him.
When Daddy came out of the shower he towelled himself off in the bathroom where I couldn't see him then came out with a towel draped around his hips.
"Hey Daddy!" I said, giving him a little wink, "You sure that you need one of those in here?" I asked, motioning to the towel.
Daddy shook his head at me, "You are a naughty girl, aren't you!?" He asked and I nodded at him.
"Yes, I am." I agreed, "I am a very naughty girl."
We shared a laugh together, but he didn't take off his towel. Instead he got to work brushing my hair and styling it.
Daddy put my hair in pig-tails. I felt a bit silly at first but he wouldn't let me undo them.
"It's all part of the look, baby girl." He told me in his most patient voice. "It will make sense soon."
Then he stood up and took a few paces to where our bags had been kept. He unzipped his and pulled out a few things that he lay on the bed. "You will wear these to dinner." He told me.
I looked at the clothes and my eyes grew wide. "You want me to wear these things?"
"Yes, I do." He told me and my mouth went dry.
"But I – can I wear those around here?" I was grasping at straws, I already knew his mind was made up.
"You can." He told me, "You're my girl, no-one is going to say anything."
Sitting there on the bed was a baby pink lace dress with girly pink lacey lingerie.
"Oh, and these!" Daddy said as he pulled a pair of shiny Mary Janes from his bag.
"You want me to wear those too?" I asked, my mouth had fallen open. The shoes were gorgeous, but I knew I was going to attract plenty of attention in this Southern town. People talk. Everyone at the ranch would know about this, and if they had suspected anything about Billy already, they would have it confirmed for them now.
I wasn't going to be here forever though, and if Daddy wanted to take the risk of me going out in public with him dressed like this, then I would do it too.
I picked up the lacey pink lingerie and put it on. It fit perfectly. I wondered how Daddy knew my size then reminded myself we lived together, he had plenty of opportunities to find out.
Then Daddy helped me put the dress on. It was more delicate than it had seemed when I saw it and that made me smile, that the dress was so beautiful. When I put it on, although the colour was one I wouldn't normally wear, it made me feel beautiful and feminine. I guessed this was the most 'little' outfit I could wear in this town, or Daddy would have me in school girl dresses and white cotton panties.
I liked my grown-up panties though, the lacey lingerie made me feel good. I wanted to feel good, and I wanted to make Daddy feel good too.
It was time to put the shiny Mary Janes on. Daddy had me sit on the edge of the bed as he put frilly socks on my feet before putting the Mary Janes on.
Taking in my reflection in the mirror, this outfit just made sense. It was pretty and feminine and 'little girl'y without being too smack-you-in-the-face-with-a-fetish like.
Daddy looked happy as he took me in his arms before telling me to sit down while he got ready.
He put on a button-down shirt and dark trousers before putting on his own shiny (polished) leather shoes. In Australia I saw guys wear this type of clothes out to nightclubs all the time and they never seemed to look very good, but Billy didn't look silly in it, he made it look manly. He always carried himself with a strong manliness that made everything he wore look good.
Walking down the street beside him though, I was sure I would feel so much younger than I was in these clothes.
I dismissed the thought though. I knew I wasn't allowed to call him Daddy when other people could hear us, even if I felt like it was the most appropriate thing to call him.
So, together we went to dinner.
The place that Daddy was taking me to was only a short walk from the hotel. I took it that everything in town was only a short walk from the hotel. The town hadn't seemed very good when we drove in here.
Taking my hand, he smiled at me as we walked. Although I felt like we were in our own little world, at the same time I also felt people's eyes on us. We were walking down the street, Billy, who everyone already knew, and a girl no-one had ever seen before who was wearing a lacey pink dress and Mary Janes. They must have all thought I was pretty weird.
And why was Billy so happy to be seen with me like this? I wondered about him outing himself and if others' knew what it would mean for him.
Although the ranch owner loved Billy, he was still as conservative as everyone else in this town. It wouldn't take much for Billy to lose his spot as favourite if the owner found out about this, and I didn't want that to happen. But I let go and trusted, Billy knew what he was doing I was sure.
There was one nice place in town that did Italian food. Billy ordered a steak and I ordered pasta. The odd looks which had followed us were here too, painted on the faces of patrons and staff alike.
The staff here knew Billy, although he hadn't come here before. He said it was a place where you took your date, and he hadn't had anyone to date.
I blushed slightly when he said that and took the kiss he planted on my cheek. He was so sweet with me, it made me smile super big!
That night we were like any other couple. I forgot about my clothes and he forgot about my not being here forever. We just focused on one another. We laughed, we smiled. We forgot about everything but being in that moment and loving one another.
Our whole weekend was like that, it was easily the best weekend I had had in my life.