Lost and Found (20 page)

“Yes, Daddy.”

“No, Noelle. It’s Lance. Remember that I warned you that spankings from Lance are far worse than those from Daddy,” the man advised. The house was quiet when they arrived and Noelle immediately went upstairs. Conflicted, Lance called his brother. “Alan, I need some help. Do you ever feel this way?” he explained the situation and his contradictory feelings between his two roles.

“All the time, buddy. Especially when it comes to Maggie. But I have to do what I feel is best for her and our relationship. If that little girl’s guilt is enough for her to ask to be disciplined, then you need to show her you love her enough to help assuage that guilt. I hesitate to advise this, but it might be one of those times that you break a certain rule. She desperately needs reassurance this time.”

“I don’t know how you do it. It’s tough. Ok, thanks. Bye,” Lance hung up the phone and trudged upstairs to his bedroom. Noelle sat on his big bed, holding Bunny. He shook his head.

“No Bunny tonight. You are a big girl and will be disciplined like a big girl. I’m reminding you that you requested this, so I don’t want to hear any complaining.”

“Yes, Lance. I’m really sorry.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

Noelle obeyed, turning her back to Lance. He unzipped her dress and peeled it down to the floor.

“Step out of your dress, Noelle,” she held his shoulder as he removed the dress from under her feet and tossed it aside. He walked around her as she stood in her shoes, bra and panties. Lance knelt to remove her shoes, glancing up into her face to see her reaction. None yet.

She was used to him dressing and undressing her as Daddy.

Standing in front of her, he lifted her chin to face him, then reached behind to unsnap her bra, pulling it slowly away. “Don’t hide from me. Put your arms down,” he ordered. He ran his hand slowly across her breasts, gently touching her left nipple. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, Noelle.” He hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and skimmed them down to her ankles, lifting each foot to free her from the material. She stood naked in front of him, the vision of perfection.

“Lean over the side of the bed, feet on the floor. Do not move.” Shaking, Noelle obeyed. Lance’s brooding silence frightened her, and the embarrassment of her nudity made her feel completely vulnerable. She shivered as his large hand stroked lightly across the stretched skin of her bottom and her inner thighs. She started to long for the security of being across his knee with his low, firm voice lecturing her about proper and expected behavior. It was much easier to be forced to endure punishment instead of having to wait silently for it. He was right. Lance’s spankings were far worse than Daddy’s, and it hadn’t even started yet.

Unsure of what he was going to do, Noelle trembled as Lance paced back and forth behind her. When the first slap of his hand fell, she shrieked with surprise more than pain. The same hand that burned her bottom also reached to caress it. A second smack fell, catching her other cheek. This, too, was followed by a slow, lingering touch.

Lance stood back, looking at the outline of his fingers etched into her snow white skin.

He removed his shirt and stood, bare-chested, watching her softly padded rump try to wiggle away the sting. His hand fell again a third, then a fourth time, eliciting a little squeal. Lance pushed her forward and spread her legs slightly so he could clearly see her plump pink lips between her cheeks.

She was already quite moist and that pleased him.

Noelle looked up and noticed that the closet mirror reflected Lance standing behind her.

Her violet eyes widened as he slid the belt from his dress pants and doubled it over in his hand.

Frozen, she watched him raise his arm and bring the belt down across her buttocks. Shocked by the pain, she only gasped. The belt fell again, sharper this time, with a loud cracking sound as it welted the top of her backside. A cry escaped her lips. A third, then a fourth time… the belt bit into her tender, white flesh. Tears sprung from her eyes. Lance’s silence was deafening.

Lance’s belt found its target six more times and Noelle’s cries could be heard throughout the empty house. She stayed in place and for that, Lance was satisfied. Her punishment was over and now was the time to reward her, and him, for her obedience.

He knelt behind her as she cried softly into the covers, running his hands over the cherry red flesh and admiring the beauty of her perfect skin and shapely hind end. With the nimble touch of a surgeon, his fingertips traced the lines left by his belt and then began to explore the wetness that had begun to drip down her legs. Still silent, Lance lifted Noelle onto the bed and turned her onto her back. He held her wrists to her sides as he positioned himself between her spread legs to kneel once again.

His mouth dove into her, his tongue rolling the tiny clit that begged to dance with it. Her tears of pain turned to purrs of pleasure as she arched her back to meet him, no longer struggling against the intense sensations that started to pulsate down the length of her body. Knowing she was close to her peak, Lance withdrew and pulled her across his knees.

His hand began to strike her reddened bottom, firmly and methodically. He alternated his strokes- left-right-center, pacing the spanking to bring her to the precipice of sensation. He paused only to remind her clit that he was there, controlling her pleasure. She would not have relief until he was ready to give it to her.

Lance remained silent. He felt her juices seeping through his slacks and saw her pussy contract wildly, begging for release. Once again, he flipped her to her back and straddled her, gazing hungrily into her face. “Do you still want to be punished by Daddy?” he growled, his erection throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants.

“No. I want Lance. All of you,” Noelle begged, breathlessly. Her ache for him was strong and she felt like she would scream if it wasn’t satisfied soon. Lance pulled away and stripped out of his clothing, his long cock standing flat against his muscular belly. Noelle’s eyes widened. She had never seen this part of him before. She was not sure how it was to be used, nor did she care. She trusted him. With everything.

Lance retraced his steps with his lips, teasing and tormenting her nipples as they begged for more attention. His skilled hands moved over her flesh, igniting new flames of passion in her very core. She arched her hips, wiggling her bottom and silently begging to be explored again.

Lance grazed her pussy with his tongue, lapping up her sweetness, as his mouth left little love bites in its wake. Noelle groaned, her hands once again pinned to her sides as Lance nibbled and chewed her smooth folds. She shook her head back and forth, the pain of waiting was tortuous.

Lance hovered over her and gently inserted his cock into her saturated entrance. She lifted her hips again, trying to nudge him in deeper. He obliged, sliding slowly and carefully into her tight, silky smooth hole. Carefully, so as not to hurt her, he began shallowly stroking in and out, his movement and thick head stimulating her clit and g-spot. Noelle began to whimper and suddenly screamed, lifting her back off the bed. Lance rammed himself deep within her sweet, hidden treasure. Her powerful spasms clenched his cock and Lance released a guttural growl as he spilled within her.

Sweetness filled his heart as he collapsed beside her, catching his breath. Noelle’s eyes were still closed and her body occasionally shook with a delayed tremor. Lance tenderly stroked her stomach, his head resting on his hand as he propped himself on his side. She finally opened her eyes to look at him.

“I think I might like being punished by Lance, after all,” she panted with a smile.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Uh huh. It hurt, but in a good way,” she answered, turning slowly to her side to look at him. “I’m really sorry about tonight.”

“Did I just prove to you that I love you?”

“Yes. Lance?”

“What, sweetheart?”

“I need more proof. Punish me again,” Noelle said seductively, reaching for his growing cock. Lance growled, pushing her down and once again, proved his love.

Noelle’s eyes opened quickly. It was Christmas morning and her official 23rd birthday.

Lance had promised her a special present and she was excited to see what it was. She ran out of her room and into his, jumping on the bed.

“Daddy! It’s Christmas! Wake up and give me my present!” she demanded with a giggle.

Lance groaned, hiding his face under the blankets. He was drained. Between work, the trial against the goons who invaded his home, the onslaught of holiday parties and family gatherings, and Noelle’s frequent midnight demands for sex, he was sapped of energy.

“Sweetheart, you’ll get your present from me tonight. Now go back to sleep, I’m too tired. This is the first chance I’ve had to sleep in for over three weeks, baby,” he pleaded. Noelle poked her finger into his side, giggling again, then started to pound him with her bunny. Lance plopped to his stomach, trying to avoid her playful attack, burying his head beneath a pillow.

“Noelle, you do not want to start your birthday with a spanking. You’ve been so good lately.”

“Get up! I have a present for you, too! Daddy!!!!!!” she insisted.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, darling. Please, I’m begging you. Let me sleep. It’s only 6:00 AM.”

Noelle would not relent. He warily sat up and rubbed his aching head, trying to focus his exhausted eyes on her excited face.

“You don’t need to sleep more. Want my present?” she asked, kneeling in front of him.

Sighing, he smiled softly, remembering this was her first Christmas and her first real birthday.

“Let me give you mine first. I was going to wait. Stay here,” he said, climbing out of bed. He tiptoed downstairs and grabbed something from under the large, brightly lit tree then returned upstairs to where Noelle patiently waited for him.

Lance sat down and held her hand. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I know things are still new and that there is much to learn, but I wanted to tell you that I love you and want you as mine forever. Will you marry me?”

Noelle’s eyes widened as he produced a shining diamond ring from the box he held.

Happy tears fell as he slipped it on her finger. “I love you too, Lance. Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” She kissed him deeply, stroking his face. “Now for your present.” She touched him and his body felt renewed. She was no longer broken.

“You’re healed? How can that be? Are you okay?” he asked, stunned.

“Only for you. I don’t think I can touch anyone else. Is that ok?”

“It’s more than ok. In fact, let me show you how ok.”

Lance kissed her deeply again and slowly began to peel off her nightgown as she kneeled next to him on the bed. Noelle reached to pull off his shirt, every touch to his skin set it tingling.

They made love, deeply and passionately, exploring one another as though it were the first time.

After showering and dressing, Lance led Noelle downstairs with the whispered announcement that the two of them would be cooking a special surprise breakfast-in-bed for Todd and Kathy. The shock on Kathy’s face was evident as they brought the trays into their room.

“YOU cooked? Lance Callahan COOKED?” Kathy exclaimed, clapping her hands. “And it’s good! You are now officially my favorite.”

“Not for long, wife,” Todd announced, handing her an envelope, “I was going to wait until we were ready to go back home to give you this. Merry Christmas, baby. Go on, open it.” Kathy’s hands shook with excitement as she pulled out the piece of paper. “Is this a deed to a house? Here?!”

“Not just a house, my love. THE house right across the street. We’re staying.” Kathy broke into tears, hugging him tightly.

Noelle waited a few minutes before she interrupted. “Aunt Kathy? Uncle Todd? I have a Christmas present for you, too. Here.” She presented Kathy with a small box. Kathy’s eyes widened as she opened it and then raced to the bathroom. A loud shout was heard several minutes later.

“It’s positive! Todd!! We’re pregnant! It’s a miracle! Oh my God! Thank you!” she cried, hugging and kissing her two men and then squeezing Noelle, “I will never be able to thank you for this.”

“Aunt Kathy, you and this family gave me a life. It’s the least I can do,” Noelle said modestly. “She’ll be born in August.”

“A girl? We’re having a little girl, Todd! You’re going to be a daddy.” Kathy’s eyes kept tearing with joy.

“What’s that I’m seeing, Miss Noelle? Is there something shiny on that finger?” Todd asked, holding his overwhelmed wife against him.

“Lance proposed to me. We’re going to get married.” Noelle smiled shyly, showing them the ring. She turned towards the door. “We have company. It’s Uncle Alan and the girls. Daddy?

Keren’s getting a cold and doesn’t feel well.”

“How…” The bell rang. Noelle grinned, touching the stone on the necklace William had given her. Maybe her abilities weren’t back just for Daddy after all!

The End

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