Page 100 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

The fourth cracks across both cheeks and I take it with a gasp that vibrates through my chest. The fifth follows immediately, I can't draw a breath as the vicious stripe makes little white specks dot my vision. I arch and exhale and feel something inside me relax.

He smooths the leather across the welts then he tosses it onto the bed beside my hand.

"On your back." He orders and I fall onto my side, dragging my tongue over my dry lips.

He helps me the rest of the way, the springs groaning, and before I can orient myself, he's on top of me, straddling my hips, his weight pinning me flat, his cock thick and heavy tapping on my chin as he works.

He circles both my wrists in a rough hand and pins them above my head. The belt wraps once, twice, the leather biting into my skin as he threads the end through the slats of my headboard and cinches it tight.

I pull with the little strength I have left knowing it's futile.

I'm here physical but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm here mentally as well. Whatever that says about me, I don't even give a shit anymore.

My shoulders stretch and my wrists ache as my grandfather, twice my size prepares to do whatever he wants with my pliant and spent body.

The panic tastes like adrenaline. The adrenaline tastes like want.

He climbs off the side of the bed and his shirt goes first. His chest and stomach are a topography of hard labor. Thick slabsof muscle under tanned, weathered skin. A scar on his left side. Coarse hair tracks down from his sternum to his belt line.

He reaches to the back of his Levi's, tugging out the knife again and setting it on the nightstand. Then, he kicks off his boots with a thud, then jeans follow. He shoves them down and steps out and he's naked in my dark bedroom, and I forget how to breathe.

He wraps his fist around his length and strokes and a bead of cum rolls over his knuckles. Clearly, his cock is not having any issues staying erect. Whatever preconceived notions I might have had about older men needing rest periods between orgasms, my Pawpaw is crushing them under the heel of his boot.

He puts one knee on the mattress, then the other, settling between my legs.

He doesn't grab or wrench or force. He just places his palm flat against my inner knee and waits.

The waiting is worse than force. Force I can blame on him. This requires me to choose.

My knee falls open under his hand. The other follows. Just enough for him to see me, not enough to satisfy him, and we both know it.

He pushes my left knee wider with the heel of his hand.

"Wider, sweetheart." He says it like it's the most normal thing in the world. Like my legs should be open to him as a regular part of the day. "Pawpaw wants to see all your pretty parts."

I let him spread me until my hips ache and the air hits the heat gathered between my legs. He kneels there between my open thighs and studies, his jaw working.

"Prettiest cunt I've ever seen." He runs his other hand down his face with that low groan I know means he's pleased. "And it's all for your Pawpaw."

He slaps my pussy hard and I yelp and tuck my hips. The wet smack echoes through my bedroom and the warmth it leaves behind turns to a tingling down into my most intimate spaces.

"More?" He tilts his head.

I clench my jaw and say nothing.

He slaps again. Harder. The sound is louder and wetter and the sting throbs up through my clit and into my core.

"I asked you a question, little girl."

"No," I whisper thrashing my head back and forth. "No."

He slaps again adding more force but I know he's still only playing. If he gave me all he had, I doubt I'd remain conscious.

My thighs twitch to close and he plants his forearm between my quivering knees.

"Liar. Your pussy's telling the truth with all that juicy sweetness that's coming out of you like a river. If I flicked your clit right now, you'd be calling for your Pawpaw six ways 'til Sunday." Another slap. "Hear that sloppy pussy telling me the truth?" Another wet smack and I'm a breath away from flying apart. "Pawpaw can read this cunt like a book, sweetheart. And right now, it's begging."

The layers of pain and pleasure spin and spiral and I'm lost. Lost inside it all. Lost in the sight of my grandfather naked, cock thick smacking my gushing pussy until he unwraps everything I thought I knew about myself.