Had she noticed? How long had I been hard while having her on my lap? Why did I like it so much?
The image of her bare ass filled my mind. I had wanted to explore all of her. One quick slip of my finger and I could have...
No!
Young Ladies were off-limits. It was disgusting. I was a predator. The things they'd hammered into us for the last ten years.
Don't touch the Young Ladies.
Not in the way I’d almost done tonight.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, but Eleanor's soft crying from the other room made it hard. It made everything hard. Despite myself, my handdrifted to my cock. I massaged myself through my pants and swore. What had I done? Pulling myself out of the hypnotic fixation, I stormed back into her room.
"What do you want?" She demanded through her sobs. "Get out."
"I want to see your bruise."
"Why? So you can brag to all the other Daddies what you did to me?" She turned her head away, her body remaining in place. She couldn't lay on her back. I moved closer to the bed. She'd pulled her underwear back up. Cautiously, I touched her skirt.
"I just want to see the bruise."
"You're sick," she said but didn't fight me as I gingerly lifted the layers of her clothing to see the deep purple of her behind. Well, fuck. I stormed out, heading to the medical center. The attendant eyed me up and down as I asked for arnica cream, but gave it to me anyway. I returned to her room and sat at the edge of her bed.
"I'm going to touch you now," I warned, lifting her skirt.
"Haven't you done enough,Daddy?" She spat. "You're worse than I thought."
My hands trembled as I put both hands on her hips and slid her underwear down. She winced, so I lifted the cotton fabric gingerly.
"My job as a Daddy isn't just to punish you when you get out of line but to take care of you and make sure you're happy, healthy, and safe."
"Well, I don't feel any of those things." She tried to fight me as I pulled her underwear completely off. It was probably best she didn't have anything against her skin for a day or so. I cleared my throat nervously as I stared at her swollen ass.
"I have a cream that's going to help heal you. It's cold."
I unscrewed the lid and dipped my fingers into the white lotion. My mouth watered as I brought my hand to her backside and began to slowly, carefully, rub the soothing lotion in.
She winced.
"Shh, let Daddy take care of you." The word felt foreign and confusing on my tongue, but she let out a small moan and my cock jumped to attention. Thankfully, her head was turned away from me.
"I didn't mean to hurt you so bad," I relented as I continued to massage her.
Her ass cheeks were so soft and plump. I shifted my body, and in doing so, gave myself the best view of her lips from behind. Oh, how easy it'd be to simply slip inside and explore.
Eleanor winced, whimpered, and occasionally moaned. All of which made my cock twitch and strain against my pants.
"You're beautiful. I should have never taken to corporal punishment," I said as I ran a finger along her slit. I'd heard about men using the other hole. They'd claimed it was tighter, better than the one more commonly accepted. Would that keep her virginity intact?
No one would have to know.
"Eleanor?" I whispered. She didn't reply, so I called her name again. "Eleanor?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
My cock wept. I stared at her head for a long time. She was not going to look in my direction. I'd hurt her. Growing bold, I cleared my throat loudly, and as I did so, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid length. I was a deviant, preying on this Young Lady's pain. Seeing her flinch and moan only made me harder. I ran my slick, lotion-covered hand over her ass. I stroked myself as I slid between her cheeks. She jumped but didn't try to fight me. I wasn't sure if it was because I now scared her, or if she was enjoying herself as much as I was.
I closed my eyes and imagined how good it would feel to move between her thighs and slide my cock up and down her ass, eventually positioning myself right at her tight little hole. The one that wouldn't expose our secret. I ran my finger against the wrinkled spot, and she tightened, making me pull back.
