This past weekend Daddy and I went to my best friends house after one of their children's birthday parties. I have always spent a lot of time at their home as they live close and we each have 2 children in the same grades that play together often. Usually within minutes of us arriving the kids disappear to play leaving the adults with plenty of time to relax.This was Daddy's 2nd time to visit their home with me.
Over the years I have developed a friendship with my girlfriends husband as well. He is a bit of a heavy drinker and he enjoys when I come over (about once a month) as the two of us will often drink a 12-18 pack while the kids play and the 3 of us hang out. My girlfriend is always there but is not much of a drinker so he often refers to me as his drinking buddy. The problem comes into play in that sometimes he will call me at work (yes, I have told my friend) or pinches my waist when I walk by or leans in a little close when talking to me. He does this freely in front of his wife and while it does bother me I mostly let it go because the friendship is important to me. Daddy?.....not so much.
By around 11:00pm Daddy had had it. His anger must have been building because I had no idea he was upset until he pulled me aside and told me he was leaving. He told me I was to get the girls together and be home within 15 minute, I was to call when we got in the door. There was no offer to walk us home or wait for us to get ready.Then he just left. I was a little perplexed, I had stayed by Daddy's side the whole night and even made sure I was touching him the whole time unless I was helping the kids to do something, going to the bathroom or getting a drink.I was hoping that would be enough, that he would just blow of all the attention I was getting from the husband although deep down I guess I knew it would be a problem.
I gathered up the girls and called when we got in. I got a nice long lecture about disrespect, not towards him but towards me from others and my acceptance of it. Shocker.... I caught a big attitude and tried to minimize the situation. We hung up really upset with each other. I sat for a long time and questioned my reaction. Although he didn't say it Daddy was upset because he felt not in control of the situation. He had only met these friends a few times and knew the friendship was important to me. On the other hand he did not want me over there drinking anymore. He was struggling with saying it because he knows I don't get many opportunities to hang out, drink with friends, not have to get a sitter or worry about driving. To tell me do so would be a big deal. I started thinking about what I want, what I have asked for...it's easy to submit when it is something you want...but this? After some time I picked up the phone:
I'm tired and I have to work at 6, I don't want to do this right now.
Wait Daddy, I'm sorry I got defensive, I understand why you are upset. I don't want to argue over him or go to bed upset. Whatever you say is the way it is.
He calmed. You didn't really do anything wrong. We could talk more about it tomorrow. I love you.
We got off the phone.
The next day both girls had play dates. He finished work and came over. We didn't really talk to each other too much but we kissed and he led me upstairs. We undressed and he bent me over the bed. I wasn't really sure what to expect but I braced myself for a spanking (I had a pretty big attitude on the phone) instead I felt his fingers tracing my outer lips. My knees buckled just a bit but he reached his arm around me to hold me up. I wanted so bad to feel his fingers slip in, waiting, needing but instead he thrust himself inside me so forcefully I yelped at the penetration. He was rough and I was moaning...he moved his hand from my waist up to the front of my neck, thrusting me back into him by my throat. His other hand was pinching and twisting my nipple only stopping long enough to deliver slaps to my ass that were hard enough to knock me over had he not had that grasp on my neck. I started to float. I could hear myself whimpering, my body quivering and tensing and with that he stopped. He flipped me over onto the edge of the bed and threw my legs over my shoulder, plunging into me again he reached down to grab my nipples which was enough for me to cum uncontrollably....he pulled himself out of me to mark my body....Rub it into your skin, all of it he commanded and watched until I was done. I scrambled up onto the bed afterward, laying on my stomach to relax (and to not have my bum which was on fire touch anything). He laid beside me rubbing my bottom for a long while until I felt his had raise. As that first slap landed I inched as close to him as possible (I always do that) and I felt my juices dripping down my thighs. Eventually I started wiggling but he placed his hand on my back to keep me still, I felt the tears building at the corners of my eyes and then spilling down my face. We continued on like that for what felt like eternity until his fingers slipped inside me and my muscles clenched around them. I raised up on all fours rocking my body back and forth against his hand forgetting about the 40 or so swats that hurt so much. He pushes my head down to the mattress, forcing my backside up higher and I feel his tongue on my inner thigh, his fingers still pounding me feverishly. I'm lost in ecstasy until I feel a pain so intense I can't place it. I am shocked as I realize it's his teeth sinking into the fleshiest part of my battered bottom. Each times he lets go he only comes back to bite me again. I scrambled to get away but that hand on my back has moved up to my head and is pinning me down to the mattress as the biting continues. I want it to stop....I think...but I refuse to say the word and then all of a sudden I am riding that wave of orgasm and I am pretty sure I am going to feint any second but I don't.
As we collapse tangled into each other I can't help but think what could have turned into a big fight, a stand off lasting for days (yes, we are both very stubborn) turned into this because I submit. Daddy still never told me I could not go over there to drink anymore and there is a part of me that wants to make him say it but deep down I know what he wants and if I know that what is the point of making him demand it.
Submission has it's perks and I am still feeling the affects of it today.