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Dirty stories by Jack Stratton

What is in a Name

This post involves Daddy/little girl roleplay. Everyone involved is over eighteen.

She came in after dark. A pretty dress and a pretty pout. It was finally getting cold out, but she was wearing a dress that was a little too short for an Autumn night. She was in the hallway looking down, hands folded in front of her. She looked like a little girl who had spilled the milk.

I moved aside and she came in.

My apartment was warm and dry. I like my apartment a lot and I like to have her in it, because she is mine and she belongs in my place. I took her bag and I unbuttoned her coat and took that off as well. I hang her things up, she is quiet. She won’t look at me.

“You didn’t call me yesterday.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

I looked down at her and she shrank a little.

“Take off your shoes.”

Without her heels she was even noticeably tinier. Her eyes were huge and inky black and warm brown. She looked up at me, but didn’t meet my eyes.

“Where were you yesterday?”

“I…”

I moved forward and she moved back until she was against the wall and I was pressing against her.

“I didn’t do anything,” she mumbled, hardly audible.

When I smacked her it was crossing a line. It’s not a line I easily cross, but with her it comes easy because I trust her and she trusts me.

Her knees gave a little. I held her up by her hip.

“I know you were with him.”

“No, Daddy. I wasn’t. I swear.”

Her hair was in my hand and the familiar wince was in her eyes, I brushed my lips across hers. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a statement of ownership.

“Don’t lie to me.”

She was panting already. She knew she was going to have to admit it. She knew she was going to get it. We both knew everything that was going to happen, but it was all still overwhelming in its suspense.

I took her by her hair and I pushed her over the couch arm. I pulled up her dress and her naked ass was there in tan-lined perfection. Her legs crossed a little and she squirmed against my hand in her hair. This was all familiar and yet fresh because of the new emotions.

The hard part was that I so desperately wanted to hold her and kiss her. We had this game to play, though, and it was important and hot. I had to focus on that. The lovely game.

I loved her. My little girl. It was complicated. These games we played were complicated. At that moment she was scared and innocent, even though she was really far from either of those things. At that moment I was strong and confident and in control, though I am hardly any of those things. At that moment my heart was racing and wounded because of the things I knew she had done, but at the same time there was that wholly new fire that was ignited.

Jealousy is dangerous in me. It’s an emotion I didn’t always know what to do with. Maybe our game is about owning it. It’s a strange thing, but I had never looked at a partner as a full equal as much as I do with her. Her desire became more valid. She is wild and hungry like I am and that is both scary and potently arousing.

Maybe that’s why I had to spank her and tie her down and hurt her just a little.

“Daddy, I didn’t. Please…”

It wasn’t just a playful word. It wasn’t just a silly name. We were making things a little more dangerous. We were making things a little more vulnerable. We were breaking the rules and being dirty. Such a simple thing, but far more potent than whips and chains and leather. We were toying with something so remarkably forbidden it is virtually unspeakable.

When I spanked her it ran through both of our bodies. The room was dark, except for the streaming white of the streetlights coming in from the windows. I could just make out the red on the white of her ass and her tan lines and her skin looked like silk.

I pulled her arms back and took restraints from my pocket. I tied her up, only because she wasn’t strong enough to keep her arms behind her back so long on her own. But I like to think that she would if I told her to.

“You are a little slut?”

She sobbed, “No, Daddy, no! I’m a good girl!”

I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to admit it. I didn’t like it when she didn’t tell me the truth, but it was part of the game. It wouldn’t have been as fun if she just said it, but I honestly didn’t like it when she lied. So I spank her honestly.

The line between the game and the truth is strange. We danced around it. Sometimes I looked in her eyes and it is the real me looking at the real her, making sure things are alright. Sometimes I get choked up because it is too intense. Nothing like that has ever happened before during sexual play.

She let out an “ow” that let me know I was spanking a little hard. It was her real voice saying “ow,” not the little girl. I kept spanking though. I wanted to be a little too hard.

My hands can hurt, so I’ve been told. More than leather or wood.

When she squirmed too far, I pulled her back and soothed her. I kissed her hot red skin. My fingers slipped down and I found wet thighs, smooth lips and that swollen spot that made her moan.

“Is this what he did?”

She pushed against my hand as she shook her head violently.

“No, Daddy, no.”

I fingered her, wetting my fingers with her and pushing two in deep and slow.

“Did you see him on Saturday?”

She moaned and whimpered, both pulling away and pushing back at me.

“I… just for a little…”

I pulled my wet finger out and pushed it against her tight ass.

“No, Daddy, don’t! It’s dirty, you’re not supposed to!”

“I know what you did. You like to do dirty things don’t you, you’re a little slut aren’t you?”

She sobbed louder as my thick finger pushed into her ass.

“No, no, no,  I’m a good girl,” she pleaded.

I leaned over her and my mouth was right next to her ear and I whispered.

“I read your diary. I know what you did. You are a little fucking slut.”

She was my beautiful little angel, she still is. She is perfect. I wanted to make her cry.

“I didn’t…”

I spanked her hard four times in a row.

She froze when she heard my zipper. She gasped, waiting.

“Daddy, I’ll be good.”

“Tell me.”

“I didn’t… we just…”

She sniffled.

My hardness ached against the wetness of her, just slipping across the lips she keeps so smooth.

“Please, please…”

“Are you a slut?”

She shook her head no.

My head pierced pure heat. I knew I had to be patient.

“Tell me you are a slut.”

The she looked back at me with one eye only. Her dark hair fell over her face. Her cheek pressed against a pillow. Biting her lip, her gaze pleading.

“No. I’m good.”

“Say it.”

I push a little further into her, but I quickly pull away.

“Please, Daddy. I’m a good girl. Please.”

Then I was fucking her. Hard and fast, pressing her into the arm of the couch. Her hips in my hands, my fingers sinking into the softness of her skin.

“Take me. Please take me.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a good girl,” she cried into the pillow as I pushed harder, fucked her faster.

“Say it.”

“Noo… Daddy… Noo… I can’t!”

I stopped, I pulled her hair.

“Say it right now.”

“Don’t make me.”

I said her name.

“I’m… ”

I moved forward slipping back into her slowly.

“I’m a slut.”

I fucked her. I held her and fucked her.

“I’m your little slut, Daddy!” She yelled it.

It went on like this, but that was what I needed to hear. We would both do things, I understood that. She would have boys and I would have girls and we would do wild things, amazing things, sometimes dangerous things, but she was mine. I was hers too, maybe more than she knew. For all my domineering she had me like a puppet, I would do anything for her. I longed to pamper her as much as punish her.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have done it the moment she came in, but I knew once we dealt with it the weekend would be ours. We limped to the bed, silently kissing. I held her and she held me, emotions so high they nearly spilled out. Catharsis, power, jealousy, love, arousal and tenderness.

This was a new kind of living. It was a life exposed and amplified. It was addictive and frightening and passionate and inspirational. Everything was heightened and everything is fresh. It was an adventure. It was a new kind of love.

37 Comments

  1. Wow- that was amazing. I don’t think I took a breath the entire time I was reading it, and now I’m totally aroused, and a little dizzy. Insanely hot.

  2. Wow- that was amazing. I don’t think I took a breath the entire time I was reading it, and now I’m totally aroused, and a little dizzy. Insanely hot.

  3. Mmmm. A fine line, but I like it. I can full well understand the depth of emotions it can bring out, those simple words, so small, so taboo. Daddy. Slut.

    I like it. Even more, I felt it.

  4. Mmmm. A fine line, but I like it. I can full well understand the depth of emotions it can bring out, those simple words, so small, so taboo. Daddy. Slut.

    I like it. Even more, I felt it.

  5. Amazingly intense. I like seeing into the dom side, usually they’re portrayed as an impenetrable wall. Good work.

  6. Amazingly intense. I like seeing into the dom side, usually they’re portrayed as an impenetrable wall. Good work.

  7. Amazingly intense. I like seeing into the dom side, usually they’re portrayed as an impenetrable wall. Good work.

  8. Wow .. that was wonderful. I’m missing that connection. I need to rebuild it. I miss being His little girl.

  9. Wow .. that was wonderful. I’m missing that connection. I need to rebuild it. I miss being His little girl.

  10. Wow .. that was wonderful. I’m missing that connection. I need to rebuild it. I miss being His little girl.

  11. Completely wrapped around your finger, Mister.

    Gorgeous post–glad you decided to put it up after all :}

  12. Completely wrapped around your finger, Mister.

    Gorgeous post–glad you decided to put it up after all :}

  13. Completely wrapped around your finger, Mister.

    Gorgeous post–glad you decided to put it up after all :}

  14. Nabokov had played in my thoughts all day, long before I saw this just now, frisky setter of taboo traps that he is. You replaced his whispers with dirtier secrets (who knew it was possible) and the day grew more interesting.

    Ever written about teachers/ students? Interesting college scenarios, true life, these days with independent women in charge and men falling in line. Such situations force us to reimagine those rules that once bound us uncomfortably.

    Some fetters can be pleasing, some not so much.

    A finely crafted, sexual-frenzy inducing tale. Thanks.

  15. Nabokov had played in my thoughts all day, long before I saw this just now, frisky setter of taboo traps that he is. You replaced his whispers with dirtier secrets (who knew it was possible) and the day grew more interesting.

    Ever written about teachers/ students? Interesting college scenarios, true life, these days with independent women in charge and men falling in line. Such situations force us to reimagine those rules that once bound us uncomfortably.

    Some fetters can be pleasing, some not so much.

    A finely crafted, sexual-frenzy inducing tale. Thanks.

  16. Nabokov had played in my thoughts all day, long before I saw this just now, frisky setter of taboo traps that he is. You replaced his whispers with dirtier secrets (who knew it was possible) and the day grew more interesting.

    Ever written about teachers/ students? Interesting college scenarios, true life, these days with independent women in charge and men falling in line. Such situations force us to reimagine those rules that once bound us uncomfortably.

    Some fetters can be pleasing, some not so much.

    A finely crafted, sexual-frenzy inducing tale. Thanks.

  17. I’ve never read anything that both aroused me and brought a little tear to my eye before.
    It’s a very weird feeling i tell you. But i like it.

    Also; If you can actually love a blog, i think i love this one.

  18. I’ve never read anything that both aroused me and brought a little tear to my eye before.
    It’s a very weird feeling i tell you. But i like it.

    Also; If you can actually love a blog, i think i love this one.

  19. I’ve never read anything that both aroused me and brought a little tear to my eye before.
    It’s a very weird feeling i tell you. But i like it.

    Also; If you can actually love a blog, i think i love this one.

  20. I want that. Something just like that.

  21. I want that. Something just like that.

  22. Incredible story! I’m totally jealous of her, lucky gal! ;-)

  23. Incredible story! I’m totally jealous of her, lucky gal! ;-)

  24. This story is the relationship of my dreams. If I wasn’t busy with school, I would submit to someone like the “Daddy” in your story.

  25. This story is the relationship of my dreams. If I wasn’t busy with school, I would submit to someone like the “Daddy” in your story.

  26. This story is the relationship of my dreams. If I wasn’t busy with school, I would submit to someone like the “Daddy” in your story.

  27. This story is the relationship of my dreams. If I wasn’t busy with school, I would submit to someone like the “Daddy” in your story.

  28. I think she has YOU wrapped around her finger. Very nicely told. I felt it too! xo~Sadie

  29. I think she has YOU wrapped around her finger. Very nicely told. I felt it too! xo~Sadie

  30. Wow… very intense, and yes, it truly danced around a line, but didn’t quite cross it. But on the other hand I liked the feeling of how it flirted with danger. Very well written.

  31. Wow… very intense, and yes, it truly danced around a line, but didn’t quite cross it. But on the other hand I liked the feeling of how it flirted with danger. Very well written.

  32. Wow… very intense, and yes, it truly danced around a line, but didn’t quite cross it. But on the other hand I liked the feeling of how it flirted with danger. Very well written.

  33. just realized that I’ve never commented on this story – but I’ve come back to it many times since you published it. it is so closely in line with so much of my (generally unrealized/unexplored) inner fantasies, and you really described those complex moments of power & surrender so beautifully.

    so. fucking. hot.

  34. just realized that I’ve never commented on this story – but I’ve come back to it many times since you published it. it is so closely in line with so much of my (generally unrealized/unexplored) inner fantasies, and you really described those complex moments of power & surrender so beautifully.

    so. fucking. hot.

  35. just realized that I’ve never commented on this story – but I’ve come back to it many times since you published it. it is so closely in line with so much of my (generally unrealized/unexplored) inner fantasies, and you really described those complex moments of power & surrender so beautifully.

    so. fucking. hot.

  36. Wow, so intense, and maybe a little over the line occasionally, but these things can always be talked over later. I just love the way you keep the connect going. Took me back to a fumbling time…
    just wish I,d had your blog then. Thanks

  37. sooo dumb

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