Page 80 of Bronson

A little girl. A loving father.

Pain stings in my chest. Water builds up behind my eyes. I feel my lip tremble. I don’t know if I’m talking to him or to myself when the anguished words tumble from my mouth. I wail, “That’s the problem. I never really had a dad. And now… and now… I—I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle!”

Tears burst from my eyes. Giant, heaving sobs rack my body.

It takes him only a split second to gather me into his strong arms. My sore, bare ass rests on his lap. I lay my head against his broad chest, the tears falling like rain on my spoiled dress. His hands stroke my hair, my back. He shushes me. He kisses my forehead.

“Sometimes it takes a spanking to get to the bottom of things.”

“Don’t joke at a time like this. It’s no time for puns,” I cry.

“I wasn’t. I’m afraid I’m not clever enough for puns.” He kisses the tears from my cheeks.

My crying begins to subside. It feels so good to be sitting on his lap, his arms around me. I feel small, safe. Sniffling, I wipe at my eyes, my nose. “I guess it’s been bothering me all along. I just didn’t realize it. I felt less than—a girl without a father to walk her down the aisle—so I’ve been trying to make up for it by having everything else be… perfect. Sorry I’ve been so dreadful.”

“You’re never less than. To me, you’re everything. And I would be honored to walk you down the aisle.”

I peek up at his face. He’s serious. I smile at the unconventional nature of his idea.

He says, “Why not? I want to be your everything. Your father, your husband, your lover, your friend. The man that you tell your deepest fears to. That you rely on when things get hard. I want to be the only man you need.”

“You already are all those things,” I sniff. I play with the lapel of his suit jacket.

He pats the top of my exposed thigh. “One more thing.”

“What?” I ask.

His fingers slip beneath my rumpled dress, pressing against my wet panties. I squirm on his lap, my bare ass throbbing. My pussy aching.

His words whisper against my ear. “I’m not finished punishing you for your naughty behavior. Though you had a good reason to be upset, you misdirected your anger.” A heat floods through me.

“But… you’ve already spanked me,” I gasp.

His fingers slip beneath the crotch of my panties. I hold my breath. His finger slips inside of me. The walls of my pussy clench around him. My eyes close and I let out a moan.

His mouth is by my ear. His breath is hot against my skin. “I will take you here.” His finger slips from my pussy, reaches further. He presses against my tight bud.

“No,” I whisper.

“Yes. Now.” It is a command.

My already wet pussy gushes between my thighs. His finger disappears. He grabs my hips, standing me up before him. He remains seated on the bench. With his gaze locked on mine, he tugs down the tiny G-string. It drops to the floor.

He pushes my dress up over my hips. His hungry gaze takes in the sight of my pussy’s bare lips. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as he buries his mouth between my thighs. His tongue licks and swirls my throbbing clit. My fingers clench in his hair.

It’s heaven. I’m so turned on from the spanking, his words, his finger… entering me. Tingles dance across my slippery folds. My pussy clenches, my clit swelling and throbbing beneath his tongue. I feel the beginnings of a climax. “I’m—I’m going to come.”

His mouth leaves me. “No, you’re not.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp.

His hands grab my burning ass, reminding me of the spanking. “You’re being punished. You won’t be coming. Not yet.”

“But…”

His voice is wicked when he speaks. “You can come. While I’m fucking you in the ass.”

A white-hot heat covers my face. My hands feel numb. My tummy flips and flops and drops into my shoes. “You can’t be serious.”