Seeking: Daddy Dom

So, I have a question for you. Would you search for a Daddy Dom figure, a man who would provide discipline as necessary, even providing a set of rules? What if this person was an absolute stranger? And yes, you’ve vetted him out, making certain he’s not a serial murderer. No strings period. Just providing hard spankings on a regular basis. Believe it or not, there are discipline services that exists, Dom’s or Domme’s for hire. For a price, of course. Well, I decided to take this a bit further. What if you actually fell in love with your Daddy Dom? You never know, it could happen. A fun little piece coming in September. 

SEEKING:  DADDY DOM

Synopsis

What she craves is a Daddy Dom. What she needs is a knight in shining armor.the grip saying

Seeking a Daddy Dom. Must be professional, trustworthy, respectful, stern and honest. Searching for the right man who can provide established rules and serious discipline for a bad little girl. Bonus points for rugged, attractive qualities. No attachments. No strings. No sex. Willing to come to you for punishment sessions.

Will his damning past destroy all hopes for the future?

EXCERPT

Spankings. Spankings. Belt whippings. Over the knee spankings, Hand spankings, Paddles. Canes. Leather straps.

Jenna dropped her head into her hands, concentrating on her foot tapping on the floor as she waited. Since witnessing the very intimate act at Camie’s, she hadn’t been able to get the incident out of her mind. Her dreams had turned into fantasies, requiring her to pull out not one but two different vibrators – one for her ass, one for her pussy. Every excuse she’d used with Steve to keep him out of her apartment had been easy to say. Easy to lie. The time had allowed her to… To… When he’d texted her, breaking it off, she didn’t even shed a tear. Not a single one.

“Hey there. Glad you could meet me for lunch.”

Camie’s voice was way too cheerful. Lifting her head, she could feel the heat immediately rising from her neck onto her cheeks. She fanned her face then reached for the glass of water, almost turning it over. She’d ceremoniously managed, and with some difficulty, to keep some distance between herself, Camie and Mark during the remainder of the party. Now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hi. How’s work going?” The struggle in Jenna’s voice was oh-so apparent.

Camie laughed as she sat down, dropping her purse onto the floor, wincing as she tried to get herself comfortable. “Work is just driving me insane, but you know I didn’t invite you out to lunch to discuss my ever-evolving career.”

“Do we need a drink for this?” Jenna managed. She couldn’t help but notice her BFF’s careful moves on the chair. Another spanking? A series of visions popped into her periphery of vision, in bold and vivid color, accentuating the details of one. Hard. Spanking.

She laughed as she flagged down the waiter. “Two glasses of your finest Sauvignon Blanc.”

“Very good,” the waiter said, darting his approving gaze from one to the other.

“Uh-oh. You’re getting a divorce,” Jenna half whispered.

“Uh. No. Mark and I are happier than ever.” Her look was filled with passion and love. “Our anniversary is a little over four weeks away. Hard to believe.”

And she wanted to scratch her bestie’s eyes out with a dull spoon. “You could have fooled me the other day. You guys didn’t seem happy at all.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Camie leaned over the table, her eyes twinkling. “What you witnessed-“

“Was none of my business,” Jenna interrupted, throwing up her hand. She’d been admonishing herself since Saturday, reliving the moment over and over again.

She burst into laughter. “You’re my best friend. I have no problem with what you saw the other day. I should have told you certain particulars about my relationship with Mark.”

“You two are… I mean you guys… I mean… Hell, where is that damn wine?” Jenna had no doubt she’d down the glass in thirty seconds flat.

“Goofy. Your face is flushed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I was out of line and punished for my actions. I deserved the belt. We use spankings quite often in our b and w on chairhouse and I’m always on the receiving end.”

“Spankings? What about equality?” She realized the question was asked with far too much volume, interrupting the older couple sitting less than three feet away. She gave them a half smile, even though her eyes were an easy read – leave it the hell alone.

“Yes. I get three or four a week, sometimes more depending. You know two people can’t run a corporation effectively. One has to take the lead and Mark is head of the household. He doles out spankings as necessary. Like last night. He found out I overspent my allowance and ouchie is all I can say.” Camie grinned.

“TMI, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on. You’re a grown adult. We all have certain rules to follow, whether from our employer or laws of the county and state. If we break them, we’re punished. Granted, I’d prefer not to receive a spanking in the middle of a party, but I egged him on, refusing to back down.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, not really.” Why was this so difficult for her? Jenna wrinkled her nose.

“You witnessed our argument. I was cranky. No, I was a bitch.”

“So was he. I mean, he was an asshole.”

“But he’s in charge. He runs the household. I live by certain rules including the fact I don’t continue nagging him or arguing, which is exactly what I did,” Camie insisted. “So, he took matters into his own hands. Calmed things down. Didn’t you notice how lovey dovey we were the rest of the party?”

Jenna could feel herself pale. “I was trying to stay as far away from the both of you as humanly possible.”

Camie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t embarrassed, and neither was Mark.”

The waiter brought the wine and as soon as he opened his mouth, Jenna waved her hand. “Not now, sugar. We need time. Lots of time. Get it?” she snapped.

The young blond backed away, his hands in the air.

“Jesus, girl. What’s eating you, the fact you witnessed your bestie receiving a spanking or the fact that you don’t have anyone who cares enough to give you exactly what you need? And what you deserve, I might add.”

She opened her mouth to retort then allowed a slow hiss to escape from her throat. “I don’t want that kind of relationship.” Her words were stilted. “Never. Not going to happen. Ever. Not in my lifetime.”

“Me thinks you doth protest too much.”

“Very funny.” Jenna took a sip then a gulp of her wine.

“Ask me anything because I know you’re interested in learning.” Camie grinned as she swirled the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass.

“What do you mean you know I’m interested in learning?”

She continued toying with the wine, her expression full of mischief. “Well, I was able to see your face the other day. A mixture of horror and desire. Secondly, you don’t remember our conversations?”

“What conversations?” Her thoughts drifted back to the infamous night six years before. She would never drink tequila again.

“Friday nights. Bottle of tequila and a pizza. Remember?”

“Well, duh. Of course, I remember. We’d talk about the various stud muffins in our classes.” Please don’t remember. Please.

“Speak for yourself. The guys in my classes were all geeks.”

“With the exception of Mark. Wasn’t he the football captain?” Jenna teased, appreciating the slight blush on her friend’s face.

“Love at first sight. Do you know, he told me on our second date that he believed in domestic discipline? By the third, he had me over his knees in the back of his car, spanking me until I cried. I knew he was the one for me after that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jenna asked, trying her best to keep her voice down.

“Well, I kind of did. I can’t believe you don’t remember that. We were watching that horrible movie with a spanking scene? Remember now? You admitted that you wanted a dominating man who could keep you in line. And authority figure. And yes, the concept of discipline and spankings came up more than once. That’s why seeing you with Steve makes me want to gag.”

“I remember the dreadful movie, but the rest is a huge blur.” Maybe she had said that. The words were certainly the truth.

Camie winked. “Uh-huh. You’re a terrible liar. I remember everything that you told me, girlfriend and I plan on holding it over your head for the rest of your life.”

“Bitch.”

“Exactly.”

They laughed, the ice broken. “You’re really happy with the arrangement?” Jenna asked.

“Ecstatic and our love life is out of this world. We have sex at least six times a week, sometimes more depending. Hot, passionate, wild sex, the kind that keeps my pussy sore, my knees weak.”

“Don’t make me vomit. Please.”

This time, she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I wanted to give you a piece of advice.”

“Uh-oh. Here it comes.”

“I’m serious,” Camie huffed. “I want you happy and Steve isn’t going to do that for you.”

“Don’t have to worry about him any longer.” Jenna was unable to stop her fit of giggles.

“He’s gone?”

“Don’t get too excited. Yes. In classic Steve form, he broke up with me over the phone. He said something to the effect that I was beneath him. Asshole.”

Camie groaned. “What a prick. Couldn’t even say the words face to face?”

“No. He couldn’t say them period. He texted them.”

“I should kick his mother fuckin’ ass.”

“I would help you.” Jenna realized she was actually happy he’d chickened out. “I’m glad he’s gone.”

“That makes two of us. Now, you can find the dominating man you need. A firm hand will do you wonders.”

Jenna took another sip of her wine, this time savoring the flavor. “I don’t want a relationship. I need me time for a little while. A long time. Maybe forever. I don’t know what I need.”

“Except for a firm hand. Besides, I know the truth and as soon as the right man peels away all those layers you have, you’re be free to enjoy life.” She shook her head. “But I’m proud of you for wanting to get everything out of life you’ve been working so hard to achieve before you settle down. Good girl. However, finding a hunk with a heart of gold and a keenness for discipline would spark the vixen in you.”

What do you think? Don’t worry, he’s sexy as hell. I hope you enjoyed. BTW – here’s the link for Asha Daniel’s latest – one HOT hunky cowboy story and yes, my alter ego, in case you didn’t figure it out!

Kisses…

Piper

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