The Billionaire's Daughter (23 page)

“Stop
it,” he said sternly.
 
“It’s
supposed to be tight.
 
I’m not
pinching your skin.”

Kate
squealed, the quick, sharp slap quieting her instantly.
 
She didn’t know why but she was feeling
out of sorts.
 
Irritated somehow.
 
Her mood had unexpectedly changed and
she began thinking about how she had given away so many of her clothes.
 
She’d been in two minds about many of
the alluring, expensive dresses and now regretted that she no longer owned
them.

The
leather that surrounded her breasts clung seductively and had their own
buckles.
 
As he placed his hands on
her, moving the bands of leather as he wished he heard her breathing
quicken.
 
The fondling of her
pretty tits was exciting her.
 
He
chuckled quietly.

“What’s
so funny?” she asked, feeling defensive.

“It’s
cute - how this is totally turning you on.
 
I’ll bet you’re positively dripping.”

“Honestly
I would have been just as turned on in one of the outfits I gave away,” she
quipped.

He
paused in his work and looked down at her.

“Not
sure I like that tone, Princess,” he replied, tweaking one of her nipples.

She
yelped - then scowled, thinking about the strappy black dress that she had
donated because it was too tight.
 
The harness was tighter.
  
Suddenly Kate’s demure, well behaved demeanor evaporated.

“I
don’t see the point of any of this,” she spat.
 
“In fact, I want to go home.
 
Now!”

As
soon as she’d uttered the impulsive, impetuous demand she instantly regretted
it.
 
The many times she had felt
annoyed at having to do the household chores, along with al the other
frustrations she had felt as the days had passed, had bubbled to the
surface.
 
Her outburst had taken
her as much by surprise as it had Dante, and she actually didn’t understand why
she had not been able to control herself.

Dante’s
eyes grew steely grey and she felt the hot flush creep across her face.

“What
did you just say?” he asked, taking hold of her nipples between his forefinger
and thumb.

“Nothing
- nothing - “ she stammered.
 
“Sorry.
 
I don’t know what
got into me.
 
It just sort of,
happened.”

To
her surprise, Dante smiled.

“Oh
I do,” he replied, then pinched her nipples sharply.
 
She winced and he lessened his grip as quickly as he’d
pinched, then silently finished buckling the breast straps.
 
Once done he stepped back and ordered
her to turn around.

Kate’s
pulse was racing.
 
She couldn’t
believe she’d snapped at him.
 
What
had gotten into her? She found the entire episode extremely scintillating and
was thrilled to be dressed in such a sexy piece of clothing, if it could be
called clothing at all. Her nipples were still burning from the scolding pinch,
and as Dante had surmised her pussy was wet.
 
He told her to stay put and left the small room.
 
She moved to the mirror and stared at
her reflection.
 
She loved it.

The
bands of leather wrapped around her svelte body accentuating her curves.
 
The bands that encircled her breasts
were wider than the rest and lifted them up as if presenting them.
 
She moved into the middle of the three
mirrors so as to see the back, and saw how the buckles were in a straight line
down her spine.
 
She smiled.
 
She hoped Dante would like it enough to
purchase it.
 
Just as the thought
crossed her mind he returned, and she saw he was carrying a round black leather
paddle about 4” across with a sturdy looking handle. In his other hand was some
kind of rolled leather belt. She felt the blood drain from her face.

“Spread
your legs young lady,” he said sternly.

Kate
did as he said and watched nervously as he placed the paddle on the chaise
lounge.
 
The rolled leather belt
sported buckles on each end.
 
To
her astonishment he attached it to the bottom leather strap at her belly, let
it drop down, then standing behind her pulled it between her pussy lips, up her
crack, and buckled it in the back.
 
She gasped as he pulled it tight, the rolled leather nestling against
her sensitive little knob and laying salaciously between her cheeks.

“There.
 
A nice leather pussy harness for a
naughty girl,” he said, grinning as he stood back and studied her.
 
“Now then, about that earlier
outburst.”

“I’m
sorry Dante,” she said, pleading in her voice.
 
“Really I am. I have no idea what got into me.
 
Really.”

“Of
course you are,” he remarked, picking up the paddle and settling himself down
on the lounge.
 
“Come here and lay
your impetuous cheeky self across my lap.”

Kate
moved slowly forward and stretched herself across Dante’s knees.
 
The leather between her pussy lips
rubbed with a tantalizing pressure and the position made it even worse.

“You’ll
be wearing that for the rest of the day,” he said, as if reading her mind.
 
“In addition to the sharp quick
paddling you’re about to get, I suspect you’ll think twice before barking at me
again.
 
Or anyone else for that
matter.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she whimpered.

“No
yelling out.
 
Karen knows exactly
what’s going on in here but no need to advertise it,” he warned.

Kate
grimaced.
 
It was one thing to be
spanked in the privacy of her house but to have it happen with the knowledge of
a stranger was deeply embarrassing.

“And
you’ll have an encore when we get home, just to make sure there’s been no
misunderstanding of how I view such insolent behavior.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she repeated, still appalled at her outburst.

He
laid the hard leather against her right cheek, slid it suggestively across her
tender skin, then raising it just a few inches smacked it back down.
 
Kate clenched her teeth.
 
It stung intensely.
 
She felt it slither across her upturned
posterior to the opposite side and once again it was raised up, and landed with
a fierce bite.
 
She kicked out a
leg.
 

Placing
the paddle a tad lower than the first bright red mark he smacked again, then
caressed.
 
Kate wriggled as the
paddling continued.
 
He was slow
and deliberate, each sharp whack landing in a new spot.
 
While he only delivered half a dozen
whacks on each cheek, her ass was crimson and burning by the time he’d finished
and Kate was near tears.

He
pushed her legs apart and stared down.
 
The rolled leather strap was wet and glistening.
 
By the time he fucked her later that
night she’d be very hungry indeed.

“Do
we understand each other?” he asked sternly.

“Oh
yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
 
“I’ll
never snap at you again.
 
I swear.”

“Or
anyone else,” he admonished, landing the paddle sharply in the very center of
her bottom.

Kate
squealed.

“Or
anyone else,” she replied breathlessly.
 
“No one - ever,” she repeated.

“I
will not allow the Kate of old to revisit us.
 
Is that clear?”

“Absolutely,”
she answered, still mystified at her aberrant behavior.

“You
can be sure if you test me you will not be disappointed,” he said quietly.
 
“I can promise you that.
 
I know you’ve been doing things you’ve never
done before and it’s all new to you, but next time you feel irritated, or in a
bad mood, tell me.
 
Don’t hold it
in.
 
Do you understand what I’m
telling you?”

“Yes,
Sir,” she whimpered.
 
“I was
feeling annoyed.
 
Frustrated.
 
I’ll tell you next time, I promise.”

“Stand
up,” he ordered.

Bottom
stinging, she rose from his lap and stood red faced before him.

“It’s
over now,” he declared, rising from the bench.
  
“As long as you communicate when you’re feeling bad we
can deal with it,” he said, hugging her.
 

She
let out a deep sigh, and he held her for a moment, then stepped back.

“Now
then, I like this harness.
 
It’s
perfect,” he said, admiring her body encased in the leather straps.
 
“And this paddle has something to
offer.
 
Wouldn’t you agree Kate?”

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied softly.
 

“I
also saw a couple of corsets I want you to try.”

Standing
up he moved around her body, unbuckling the straps.

“Take
this off and wait.
 
I’ll be right
back,” he said, running his hands over her scalded backside.

Kate
removed the harness and walked to the mirror.
 
She looked behind herself and viewed her red, punished
behind.
 
The paddle carried a sting
she’d not yet felt and in just a short time it had turned her bottom a bright,
fiery red.
 
She felt submissive and
appropriately punished, like a naughty little girl.
 
But she also felt a deep urgent craving between her legs and
the rolled leather harness wasn’t helping.
 
She wriggled, wanting to caress her hot little button but
resisted the urge.
 
She didn’t need
another spanking.

In
the reflection of the mirror she saw the door open and Dante enter carrying two
corsets.
 
One was black, one a
dark, rich purple.
 
He handed her
the black one first, which zippered up the front, and as she put it on and
began to bring the two ends of the zipper together he stepped in, wanting to do
the honors.
 
She gasped as the
tight garment encased her body and pressed her breasts together, creating a
deep cleavage.

“Excellent,”
he said, stepping back.
 
Very
nice.
 
With the right stockings
this will be very nice indeed.”

“I
- uh - don’t have any thigh high stockings,” she offered, noticing the corset
had no garters.

“Not
to worry.
 
They have them
here.
 
Now the purple,” he
continued, “but I want to watch you unzip yourself, slowly please.
 
Unwrap yourself for me.”

He
sat down on the chaise lounge and watched, cock growing, as she slowly
slithered the zipper down.
 
He
could imagine the scene in candlelight - the black stocking tops contrasting
with her white skin - the rest of her beautiful body being deliciously revealed
to his eye.

“Very
nice,” he said quietly.
 
“That will
be very nice indeed.”

The
purple corset laced up the back and he thoroughly enjoyed the experience of
pulling the satin ribbons, though he did it quickly and not very tightly.
 
While the black corset had small half
cups that covered and positioned her breasts the purple model was just the
opposite.
 
It was completely
strapless and her ripe full breasts were totally exposed.
 
It reminded him of the images from The
Story of O.
 

“We’ll
take that one as well.
 
And I think
we’re done,” he stated, turning her around so as to unlace the garment.
 

Once
it was off he picked up all the items and told her to dress.

“Um
--” she began, staring down at the leather harness between her legs.

“I
told you, you’re wearing that for a while.”

She
felt a fresh flush cover her face.
 
Karen would know, but even worse it would be rubbing her uncomfortably
all the way back to the estate.

“And
I think we’ll stop and have a cup of coffee on the way home,” he added, as he
walked out.

Kate
could not believe her ears.
 

I’m going to be in a restaurant with this
thing between me?

“Now
get yourself dressed young lady,” he said, sternly.

Bottom
burning, pussy hungry and in a constant state of torment, Kate began to pull
her jeans up over the lascivious leather between her legs and unexpectedly felt
compelled to smile.
 
While the
spanking had stung it had completely changed her mood, and while the leather
nestled between her pussy lips was driving her crazy - she was loving every
wicked minute.