Slipped Up

October 6, 2007 – 10:00 am

She was dripping wet. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked
across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight.
Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he
did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off
of her nude body.

“I’m all wet.” She said and giggled.

He sipped his cup of wine and nodded, slowly wiping a drop of water from his
cheek. “So I noticed.”

“And clean.” She said, beaming with pride.

“That is a good thing.” He said smiling.

“And smoooooth.” She almost sang the word smooth. Turning, she bent over and
spread her ass cheeks, showing him her freshly shaved lips. “See?”

He grinned. “It’s hard to see smooth baby girl . . . smooth is a . . .it’s a
more. . .felt sorta thing.”

She grinned at him as she peeked between her legs. “Oh ya. . .I fergets that
some times.” Without straightening up, she began to shuffle backwards, ass
still spread wide, until she was within his easy reach.

He grinned and sipped his wine as he watched her and then reached out one hand
and with just the tip of his finger, traced the contours of her labia and then
up the crack of her ass. Smiling, he nodded approval and let his finger caress
her lips again, playfully pressing in slightly when tracing over her clit hood.

“Hmmmm…very smooth.” He said and she started to stand, but he pressed his
hand against her ass cheeks to warn her to stop. “But. . .”

Placing his finger just under the clit, he slid it back up her slit until it
easily dipped into her hole. He slid it in a tiny amount and then pulled it
out, using his thumb to measure the wetness on his skin. “Seems to me, someone
is a little wetter then a bath would leave you. . .at least wetter in naughty
ways.”

She froze. He leaned down and looked at her eye to eye through her spread legs.
“Very, very much wetter.”

“Ooops.” She said and tried to stand again, but again, his hand on her ass
cheek and lower back told her to stay bent over.

“Do you want to tell me something?” He asked.

“Tell you what?” She answered his question with a question.

“About why you are sloppy wet after a bath?”

“Cause I didn’t dry real good.” She answered.

“Not that kinda wet.”

“Oh.”

“Wanna tell me?”

“Honestly?”

“No…lie to me.”

Now she was in trouble.

“I. . .I. . .I was shaving and gettin all smooth for you and . . . the soap. .
.and . . . the water. . .and. . .my fingers. . .and. . .I slipped.” She
stammered.

“Slipped?”

“Yes . . . most of all household accidents happen in the bath. . .but don’t
worry. . .I’m OK.” She tried to stand, this time his gentle pressure was
stronger, holding her down.

Leaning close so that his face was between her legs, inches from hers, he said.
‘Well. . .we should be thankful for you being safe, shouldn’t we?”

“Uh oh.”

“Ya. . .uh oh.” He agreed.

The cold stone floor was starting to make her shiver, or perhaps it was the
combination of excitement/fear that was rushing through her. She felt her pussy
getting wetter and wetter as he sat and waited, letting her get so wet, she was
almost dripping, bent over, exposed, spread wide.

“Baby girl?”

“Yesh?”

“Slipped huh?”

“Yesh.” She stuck with the story, she knew it was a lost cause, but she stuck
with it anyway.

“Then make sure you grab a hold of your ankles tight, wouldn’t want you to slip
again would we?” He said in his evil voice. She tried not to shiver, but that
voice always made her so excited. She could feel her nipples stiffen on her big
hanging tits, her breath came shorter. . .all because of that voice.

“Hang on real tight.” He whispered.

When his hand his her ass cheek, it was not a soft pat. It was not as hard as
he could, but it was enough to make her yelp. Grinning at the sound he popped
her other cheek so she made it again. Standing up from his chair and placing
his wine goblet on the table, he held her back with one hand as he started to
rain down a series of quick, hard smacks on her ass cheeks.

One cheek and then the other, short snaps that had little weight of a strike
behind them so the slap stung all the more. Each strike made her ass burn in
pain and that fire went right through her and heated up her insides to a
frenzy. Water splattered from her skin as he snapped again and again, making
her sing a chorus of yelps and moans and whimpers.

As her ass began to redden, he started to allow more force behind each spank.
Deep, hard spanks that shook her whole body as he peppered her ass with them.
He watched her flesh ripple with each strike, her sweet little ass glowing red
under his attentions now. Grinning maniacally, he was breathing harder and
harder. The frenzy spreading from her to him now as his excitement grew and
grew.

Smacking her with great wide swung slaps across each cheek, he nearly knocked
her over each blow. His hand though was always there to steady her as she
prepared for the next one. He was growling as he spanked her, his excitement
getting the better of him.

She heard him undo his pants and without looking knew he was standing there,
gloriously hard as he spanked her. His cock would be bobbing and waving as he
swung again and again at her ass cheeks. His hand landing on the inner curve of
the ass now, pulling her pussy wide open with each spank.

“If.” Spank. “You are.” Spank. “Going to be.” Spank. “A dirty girl.” Spank.
“Then Daddy must teach you. . .” the last spank was so hard she nearly
collapsed. “I must teach you baby girl. . . ”

“Teach me Daddy.” She whispered with a trembling voice.

“Yes.” He growled.

“Teach me to be a good dirty girl for you.” She begged in a ragged whisper.

“Yes.” He spread her ass cheeks apart.

“Teach me Daddy.” She pleaded.

Growling, he pressed his cock head against her sloppy wet pussy. With a long,
low, evil growl he thrust into her hard. She cried out and he grabbed her hair,
pulling her up and immobilizing her as he rammed balls deep into her.

“If…if you are going to be a little slut . . . you have to learn.” He growled
and began to fuck her hard and fast. She felt her knees wobbling, she was
worried she’d fall, but knew Daddy would never let her fall. He rammed into her
again and again, wet, sloppy sounds of fucking filling the air.

She felt tears streaming down her face and her body was going limp. Daddy
lowered her to the floor and then was over her fucking her again. He was
relentless, hammering in and out of her. Then he threw his head back and
growled again, a hearty, full, triumphant growl. 

Thrusting into her cunt hard and grinding against her, he began to pumping her
full of his cum. Blast after blast filled her until it was squishing out and
running down her clean, smooth ass crack.

“You will learn one thing. . . .” His voice was low. . .dangerous. . .”You will
learn to do it where Daddy can watch.”

She screamed as he bit into her shoulder and growled again. Thrusting in one
last time, he had filled her and was empty. . .he collapsed to the stone floor
and lay on his back, happy for the comforting cool of the stone.

She looked up with half closed eyes, the kind that can only come from a special
lesson like Daddy teaches. Smiling she crawled over to him and snuggled against
him. “I sorry.”

“It’s OK Baby Girl. . .life is a lesson. . .sometimes you have to be taught.”
He stroked her hair.

“Mmmmmm I like learning.”

He grinned and kissed her forehead. “Now.”

She looked up.

“Think you can make it through this bath without being naughty?” He asked.

“Bath? I just. . .”

She stopped as she felt his cum oozing out of her. “I’m goin to take a bath.”

“Good girl.”

She grinned and he kissed her nose and she scampered off to the bath again.