Camilla's Point of View

An all black escalade pulled up at the end up the side walk and flashed it's lights. This was it, fate was calling.. I walked down toward the truck, looking back to make sure nobody saw me. Sliding in on the passenger side, my heart was racing. I clicked my seatbelt and kept my eyes in my lap.

"Look at me, princess." His voice was a low rumble. My eyes hurriedly met his own brown ones. "That's much better. I'm a little sad you didn't greet your daddy." I was starting off bad at this already, but he made me so damn nervous and excited at the same time.

"I'm sorry sir, I won't forget again." I looked deeper into his eyes. "Good girl," Furious, I mean daddy said whilst resting a warm hand on my skirt clad thighs. My nana was doing flips down there in my cherry red Calvin Klein thong.

"Hmm, I know baby isn't hungry cause she had lunch.. with Quincy." His grip on the wheel tightened. "Have you eaten today?" I turned to look up at his tall frame next to me. A small smile played on his luscious lips. "As a matter of fact, I haven't love. I was so busy with work that I skipped lunch."

He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Well, I think you should eat daddy. That's not very healthy." His thumb rubbed circles around my brown skin leaving goosebumps behind. "Well little one, would you mind if I stopped to grab something to eat?" He looked over at me. I shook my head no in a hurry. His eyebrows quirks up in a flash. "No sir, I don't mind at all."

With that finally being said we drove a little farther before pulling into the parking lot of Kroger's. "I'll be right back baby." Furious kissed my forehead and jetted off into the store. I took out my phone and checked my messages. I sent my dad a text telling him that I'd be hanging out after school. It wasn't long til Daddy was back in the car.

"I grabbed a nice big fried chicken salad for myself. And a sucker, for my kitten." The dark eyes set my panties on fire. I took the sucker and delicately unwrapped it before putting it in my mouth, sucking with hallowed jaws before I pulled it back out again. I swear I heard him growl.

Back at his house I sat in the kitchen with him while he ate his salad. "Would you like something to drink daddy?" I got out of my seat to make myself useful to my new love. "Aw such a sweet girl. I'd appreciate a bottle of water, they're right inside the door." I sauntered over to the refrigerator in my school skirt and grabbed his cool drink as well as one for myself.

"How was school?" Daddy asked me. I thought a sec. "Mm, it was good I guess daddy. Nothing special happened." I told him as my legs swung from the barstool I sat on. "Well I'm glad to hear it was a good day baby." He closed up what was left of the salad before putting it in the refrigerator.

"Shall we discuss your punishment?" His  large hand was held out waiting for mine. I nodded in silence before he tipped my chin up to meet his face. "Yes sir," I spoke out. We left the kitchen and walked into the only other room I had seen besides the living room, his office..

"I didn't think I would have to punish my Milla baby so soon, tsk tsk." He shook his head and I looked down at my hands. "Look at me." There was that low growl again, my head snapped up in a hurry. "Yes sir, sorry daddy." I cooed. He came around and sat on the corner of the desk facing me and where I sat.

"Do you know why you are being punished baby girl?" *facepalm* of course I knew, and it's my own fault. "Because I went out to lunch with Q?" I mumbled, twirling a curl around my finger. His eyes seemed to ignite with something hot.. something dark. "So baby does know when she's breaking daddy's rules, huh?" Shit, shit, shit. "Yes daddy," I answered lowly.

"Stand up and come here." He directed. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I swallowed, standing and doing exactly what he said. I stood in front of him, nervous and wet. "Climb up on my desk, now." I wasted no time following the request, more like a demand. There I sat on all fours, shaking like a leaf with nervousness.

A gasp ghosted past my lips when I felt my kitty exposed to the cold office air when he rose my skirt above my hips. "You know you're wearing daddy's favorite color?" He whispered from behind me. I was so nervous and so turned on. "Am I, sir? Only for you daddy." I mewled out, feeling his hands trace my hips and ass.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to spank that cute little ass of yours fifteen times. After each one I want you to count and to thank me, understand?" Shit, fifteen? Why couldn't we just start with five? Ughh. A small swat landed on my left cheek. "Do you understand kitten?" His voice growled from behind. "Yes sir,"

The room was silent, until.. smack! "Count little one!"

"One! Thank you daddy." Smack, smack! "Five! Thank you daddy." I sniffled and squirmed with my hot ass in the air. Smack, smack, smack! I was dripping wet and could hardly understand why. It hurt, yet I craved the next tap just as much as the last.

His large hand massaged my left cheek and rained down the next few blows on my right cheek. I sobbed harder now holding onto the sleek wooden desk.

"Fifteen! Thank you daddy." My upper body collapsed, no longer having strength. Eyes heavy, ass stinging. "Shh shh, you did so good baby girl. Daddy's proud of you, you took your punishment like a big girl." He cooed into my ear whilst gently rubbing my ass. I yawned out a sleepy "Thank you daddy." As he pulled my thong back into place and lowered my plaid skirt. I sat back up, wincing just a little. His slacks were tighter than before, member struggling to free itself.

"You're most welcome princess. I know you are probably ready for a nap, let's get you home." He kissed my forehead before taking my hand and leading me from the office. I turned back, looking at the desk and blushed, shaking my head.

I was his now, and that was fine with me.

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