by Rose St. Andrews
Paula ran as fast and as hard as she could through the woods. Her lungs burned, the muscles of her tiny legs ached, and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. She was almost there. She could see the prize right in front of her. The flag was there on the other side of a small clearing, waiting for her to grab it. A hundred feet, ninety feet, eighty, and there was still no sign of him. Was she going to make it this time, was she going to get it, was victory finally hers?
"Ah-ha, my proud beauty, not so fast," came Bruce's voice from beside her.
Paula's head whipped around. Somehow, in a manner than defied logic, Bruce had materialized out of thin air. Sheesh! Did he swing in here on a vine like Tarzan or something? She squealed and threw up her hands in a mix of protest and defense. "What? Nooo, no you can't catch me! I'm almost to the flag," she whined.
Bruce scooped her up in his arms. At six-eight and built like a linebacker, he could easily do it. Of course, given Paula's tiny frame (she wasn't even close to four-eight) just about anyone could do that to her.
"Sorry, little girl, but 'almost' is only good with horseshoes and hand grenades," he chuckled, heading for a nearby tree stump.
Well, looks like I'm going to get it; it's just that the 'it' won't be the one I was hoping for.
Bruce sat, Paula went across his lap, and she did indeed get it. He held her tight, his large left hand pressing down on her petite back, and then his firm right hand began to spank her khaki-clad bottom.
"Ouch ow! Daddy, please! Mercy! Ouch," she wailed.
He laughed, and kept right on spanking, his arm like a metronome. "Oh no, little one, you know the rules of the hunt: you fail to capture the flag, you get spanked."
Yeah, she knew. This was one of their favorite ageplay games. They did it about once a week, now that the weather was nice. That was the thing about Virginia, summers were gorgeous. So anytime Bruce and/or she were in the mood, it was out into the woods that surrounded their home, and he would hide a nice little state flag somewhere. If she found it before he caught her, she got a special treat of her choice - a day at work without him nagging her to relax, dinner at her favorite restaurant, and so on.
Ah, but if he caught her? Well, she got spanked. Of course, as she got off on that, it was still sort of a reward. So it was a win-win situation, although he seemed to enjoy it an awful lot more than she did as he gloated about it all during the spanking.
"Hey look, boys, Paddling Paula is getting it again," a high-pitched voice chortled.
Paula groaned. Shit, it's 'Brattina' and 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2' again! They always seem to come by just when I'm getting it.
It was the Stafford kids: Tiffany and her twin brothers, Morgan and Elliott. Paula didn't like them one bit. They were snobs, having grown up rich, and they didn't give a damn about anyone. She'd met plenty of people like them: trust fund babies who had no concept of what it was to work for a living. Paula turned her head slightly and saw the three of them in their canoes. They were on the river again, slowly making their way up river. While all three were in their twenties, none of them worked, and for some reason they loved playing in the woods. They'd moved into a big 'McMansion' somewhere down river a month or so ago, and they simply knew Bruce and Paula as father and daughter.
Bruce loved it when they did their ageplay in public. Paula was forever worried that someone would see through their little ruse, and then she'd die of embarrassment.
"You're right, sis," Morgan said. "Little Paula Puddles got in trouble again. Hey, Bruce, you want to borrow my paddle?"
They all laughed, and Paula ground her teeth. She hated it when they called him by his first name rather than Mr. Putnam. It was yet another sign of how little regard they had for other people. At least Bruce was decent enough to stop spanking her while they were close enough to see.
"No thanks, guys, my hand is quite enough to teach her a lesson," he replied.
They continued to ridicule her and chat away with Bruce for several minutes, taking their dear sweet time paddling along the river. Only when he was sure they were out of earshot did he resume spanking her. Paula yelped and howled. Getting spanked was bad enough, but getting a starter spanking, then her ass being allowed to cool a bit, and then another spanking really stung! The delicious pain stabbed straight into her pussy, and each smack was like a cock thrust to her g-spot. Reaching down, she gripped his leg tight (Bruce was in jeans shorts and a tee). Closing her eyes, her mouth dropped open, and her ears brought her the twin sounds of smacks and laughter. It was the latter that finally pushed her over the edge. Lying there, pain and pleasure tormenting her body and knowing Bruce was laughing at her, that was always the last straw.
She came, her back arching as she released a deep guttural groan of bliss. Bruce knew the drill. He stepped up the smacks, spanking harder and faster to carry her through her orgasm and make her climax all the longer and stronger. When she finally came down, that's when the tears started to flow.
"Waahhh! Daddy, come on, I've learned my lesson," she whined. "Please, my bottom is going to set fire any second."
Bruce laughed harder. "Oh really. Fire, eh? I guess you need some cooling off then, right?"
Paula gasped, her eyes popping open wide. "What? No, Dad-Bruce, not out here! What if they come back?"
"Come on, we'll go off in the woods," he said, kneading and squeezing her hot buns.
She moaned, his touch setting off a new fire - this one deep inside her - and she chewed her lip. Her mouth opened, but no words came out, and then she became airborne. Bruce lifted her up, still in the lying down position, and carried her away from the shoreline. He knew these woods as well as she did, and so it wasn't hard finding a nice secluded spot with a thick bed of soft grass. They lay down together, their arms intertwining as their lips locked, and their hands pulled at each other's clothes. It wasn't long before they were naked, their hands playing up and down their bodies. Bruce's huge hands just seem to envelope her back and chest, and tickle her nipples. Paula knew she didn't have much of a figure (barely an A cup), which was why their ageplay worked so well - even in public. When dressed appropriately, she easily passed for twelve.
Bruce moved her about on the grass until she was face down, and then got behind her and lifted her hips to meet his. Paula groaned, even though she knew what was coming. Anytime Bruce said she needed cooling off, he always meant from the inside, meaning: she needed his 'hose' inside her flaming ass to 'dose' it. She yelped when he parted her red cheeks, and howled louder when his large hard cock thrust deep into her ass.
"Ouch! Daddy, please, not that," she begged.
Smack! His right hand connected with her right cheek. "Little girl, you don't say no to Daddy," he scolded. "Do you want him to spank you in front of the Staffords again?"
"No! Please, not that, Daddy. I sorry. I be good."
Lying there, her head down, her body felt alive with sexual excitement and humiliation. Just the thought of Brattina and her brothers getting to watch her get spanked was enough to make Paula wet. Now, with Bruce buried deep in her ass, his hands alternating smacks to her cheeks, and the thrill of doing it outside - she lost it. She came super hard, her brain lost in an overload, and a mixture of crying and ecstasy issued forth from her mouth.
"Oh, baby, ohhh, babyyyy. Yessss," he wailed. Bruce came, shooting a giant hot load inside her. Paula lost control of her body. She became limp and started to pitch forward, it was only Bruce's hands at her waist that kept her in position as he drove his cock a mile up her ass. At least that's how it felt to her.
It was several minutes before they both came down. Then, lying there in each other's arms, relishing the afterglow, they both recovered. Paula couldn't believe how lucky she was. Here she was, the CEO of her own computer game company, and yet she only worked three days a week. This was at the insistence of Bruce. Paula was a 'Type A' personality, and she could often get carried away with working too much. So he made her cut back, and they had an ageplay relationship at home, one they kept hidden from friends, family and co-workers. She had rules and chores, and punishments would result for any infractions. Of course, there were spankings and then there were 'spankings' - like this time.
Finally, she sat up and looked around. "Come on, Daddy, it's getting late, and I'm hungry for dinner."
He smiled up at her and nodded. "Okay, sweetie, you're right. Hey, you think the kids have passed back by yet?"
"I'd like to think so, but knowing my luck - I doubt it."
Bruce laughed and started to dress. "Oh, come on, they don't come by every time we're out here."
"I know, but they sure have a great batting average!" she snapped.
To that, he had to agree. Once dressed, they made their way back to the shore and retrieved the flag. After that, they ambled along the river. They had to walk slowly as Paula's poor bottom was truly aching, and she gently cupped and rubbed it as they walked.
"So, Paula Puddles, how's the poor behind feeling?" came Tiffany's voice from behind them.
Paula groaned and yanked her hands away from her ass. Yeah, my luck is holding. Turning her head slightly to the right, she saw them moving down the river right next to her. "None of your beeswax," she snapped.
"Oh, someone is still mouthy," Morgan said. "Bruce, I don't think you spanked her enough."
Elliott laughed. "Yeah, what was that about your hand being enough? Sure doesn't look that way to me."
Bruce spun round to face them. "All right, you three, enough! Paula is my daughter and I will treat her how I think best. Yeah, she gets spanked, and she also gets rules to live by, love and compassion, and a dad who is involved in her life. Pity your parents never gave you the same."
Paula grinned. That silenced them. All three just sat there, blank expressions on their faces, and their mouths hanging open. Ha, where are your snappy comebacks now, you dorks?
They very quickly paddled away. Bruce interlaced his fingers with hers, and then they skipped off back home. Yeah, it added to her sting, but her joy and pride in her hubby were more than adequate compensation.
Once back at the house, Bruce started dinner and Paula went to change and clean up. Their al fresco moments did tend to leave her a mess, but she would never shower after one of them. If she did, well, that'd just spoil bedtime, and she'd never do that. Once the food was ready, they sat down eat. Bruce was very strict about that. Paula had to sit for every meal, no matter how sore she was from a spanking or paddling.
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