SPANK ME.

open to females. inspired by this.

There was probably a point where the girl seated next to Sam had tried to tell him where her eyes were, insisting that he pay attention to anything other than her towel-clad body because she probably had something important that she wanted to get across to him. (Probably.) However, the problem with that was that Sam couldn’t bring himself to care much about what the other had to say. Especially seeing as she was wearing nothing but a bath towel, and it looked as if it was about to slip at any moment while she was speaking.

For that reason, Sam took it upon himself to pull down the towel ahead of time, freeing the girl’s breasts and smirking to himself as he openly enjoyed the new view.

when cassie would dare to pull back for a breath, and a moment to ask for permission to touch herself, sam would respond immediately by spitting in her face, with some of the saliva actually landing in her mouth, thanks to her spreading her lips obnoxiously with her fingers. guiding her face back towards his cock, he’d overpower her giggling with deep grunts, more hard thrusts, and an insistent, “what did i just tell you, hmm? what did i just fucking tell you, you piece of shit?” 

smacking the back of her head repeatedly for emphasis, he’d raise his voice. “spread your fucking lips.” disparaging another streak of spit onto her, he’d return to more mumbling as he prattled on more to himself than to her. “the only thing you’re gonna be doing with those fingers is keeping that ugly smile on your fucking face. stupid.”

the view that was presenting itself before sam’s eyes was certainly one worth appreciating, as grotesque as it was. with those big wide eyes cassie was making as she tried her damnedest to keep eye contact with her ‘daddy,’ and the way more and more slime came forth to cover not just his cock, but her fat udders for tits as well? there was just one thing keeping it from being perfect. through gritted teeth, the older male would order, knowing from the dopey expression on the dumb whore’s face, she wouldn’t even miss a beat. “wider. stretch that mouth as wide as you can, whore.”

balling his hands into fists, he’d land a few blows to the back of her head while he fucked her face, grumbling under his breath when she’d start to regurgitate all the saliva that was coming from the back of her throat. “yeah, you throw up all over that cock, you piece of shit.” he was gonna need all the spit and puke he could get, for reasons she wouldn’t know until it was far too late to beg for mercy.

while normally sam would’ve given any girl - cassie included - a chance to prove her worth by letting her suck his cock at her own pace for a bit, this time there would be no such opportunity for the whore. while he certainly appreciated that the girl went straight for choking herself on his fat cock, the man sought to only make it worse - as that was what she deserved - by gripping tightly to her head and immediately starting to pump himself between her lips, bashing his cock repeatedly to the back of her warm little throat. ‘daddy’ had a lot of rage to take out on little cassie, and he wasn’t going to be pulling any punches. figuratively or literally.

“good,” sam would say before throwing her towards the couch and storming after her as she’d land on the cushions and recover as best as she could. reaching for her hair this time, he’d grab hold of her and smack her across the face a few more times, calling her a stupid cunt once more before forcing her onto the floor in a kneeling position. “get that fucking cock out, bitch.”

“i hope you enjoyed your two months away from me, little girl.” sam would muse as cassie would kick around and try to pry his hands off her neck. “because daddy’s reeeeal unhappy with you. and you’re gonna make it up to me.” shaking her up a bit more, he’d insist with an echoed growl. “right here. right now.” then, after a moment of silence, he’d watch the girl grow weak in his arms before shaking her up again and prompting her with almost a yell. “do i make myself clear?”

he hadn’t even laid a hand on her, and already she was cowering in fear. which was good, because the way sam saw it, she should be afraid. she’d be lucky he didn’t choke the life out of her right then and there, just for basically spitting in his face and pretending as if everything was all good between them. like she hadn’t deceived him.

if it wasn’t clear before though, it certainly was now; where there was fear in her eyes, there was also genuine regret. as cassie would shake her head fast, she’d look to him with wide, desperate eyes as she apologized repeatedly. taking his hand off her neck just to smack her once across the face, he’d steadily guide her towards the lounge area. “oh, you’re sorry, huh? yeah, i’ll bet you’re real sorry. fucking stupid piece of shit.” more slaps would come to her face before the man would use his grip on her neck to actually lift her off her feet.

cassie kept fighting his grip on her neck. she didn’t want to, but even a fucktoy couldn’t fight basic human instincts. when sam finally let go, she didn’t get much of a chance to breathe before his hand smacked her face harshly, causing her to let out a faint squeal. unable to do anything else, she followed as he lead her towards the lounge area, where she’d served as his and his friend’s entertainment one night in the beginning of their relationship. she hadn’t forgotten, but cassie was well aware that the treatment she’d be getting tonight, was worse than anything she’d ever tried. 

make no mistake, sam was surprised to see cassie again. at least, part of him was. part of him was expecting her return to come much sooner than two months, but… even so, her appearance wasn’t altogether surprising. he figured - or at least, wanted to believe - that it would only be a matter of time before she showed up at his doorstep again.

as cassie came forward and flaunted her slutty outfit to him, sam’s gaze would certainly follow, his hues lowering to her massive breasts as she’d stroke her fingers down enticingly to show the lack of a bra that would help in containing the massive pair of tits that he had gotten for her. while he’d definitely find his lips getting dry, he wouldn’t reach out to grab her, even as she’d brush past him and make her way into the main hall just to familiarize herself once more with the interior of his place.

his eyes would remain firmly fixed on her though, even when she’d turn around and make her way back to him, sucking up to him with a playful smirk while she told him how she missed him. while she would initially be met with silence and stillness, the man would step back after a beat. turning around to grab her bag, he’d chuck it off to some corner of the room before slamming the door shut and seizing the young brunette where she stood. grabbing her by the neck with both hands, sam growled, “you’ve got some nerve, coming back to me and making jokes after what you did.” shaking her up, he’d raise his voice a bit. “you think this is funny?”

the way he didn’t move a single beat as she spoke to him and let her fingers run over his chest, caused cassie to suspect something was brewing within him. as sam stepped away from her, only to grab her bag and throw it towards the corner, the girl cowered at the noise the plastic on the sides and bottom of her bag made, when coming into contact with the hard floor. that along with the smack of the door, nearly had her crouched completely in fear. 

it didn’t take sam long to grab her by the throat, causing her hands to find his out of instinct. “i’m sorry daddy” she croaked repeatedly, fighting for breath. when the male asked her a question, cassie shook her head instead of speaking up, trying to savor every breath she could. 

when sam had realized that cassie had not only actually run away, but went ahead and left everything that he had gotten for her… the man was about as close to angry as he could possibly get. not just because his prized possession had run out on him without any sort of permission, but also because she left all the stupid things he got for her. how could someone be so ungrateful, after all he’s done for her?

while it wasn’t long before sam was back to his old ways, breaking into girls left and right and getting off on both their pleasure and their pain… nothing had ever really lasted. there were a few girls that stuck around for a few more rounds, but nobody held his interest for long enough to keep for more than a week.

sometimes, sam would find himself thinking about cassie. about how eager she was to please him, and how grateful she was to get anything from him before she left. he could do anything to her. anything. he could’ve spit in her face and she would’ve giggled. he could’ve shoved his cock inside her ass while she was sleeping, and she would be screaming… but never trying to get away. he could’ve used her tits as punching bags and beat them ‘til they were beet red, and she would’ve probably touched herself the whole time. hell, he could’ve pissed on her, given her a golden shower, and insist that she keep her mouth open for the duration of it all, and she probably would’ve ended up thanking him for quenching her thirst.

sometimes, he missed her. in his own way, he found that nobody seemed to be… quite as happy to be daddy’s dumb little fucktoy as cassie was. which was why when he’d find her knocking on his front door months later… one of the first thoughts that would enter his head was how he’d never let her out of his sight again.

hesitating briefly as he saw her through the eye hole of his front door, he’d open it and almost immediately lower his hues over her petite body as he’d offer a cutting greeting. “wasn’t expecting guests.”

when the door in front of her finally opened up, she had been expecting a little surprise. after all, they hadn’t spoken for months and there she was, with her suitcase at her side, looking like a lost puppy. but in a typical sam-manner, he didn’t show any sign of being surprised, as if he’d been expecting her to come back any day now. 

pushing some of her long dark locks out of her face, cassie would smile her sweetest and most innocent smile, as she stepped forward towards him, leaving her suitcase on the front steps, “yeah, you know.. i was just passing through, and wanted to say hi” she spoke as she played up her innocence, which at this point was nearly non-existant. placing her hand on her own chest, she ran it across her collarbone, making sure sam noticed how she wasn’t wearing a bra and simultaneously reminding him of the birthday present he’d gotten her the year before — a pair of new tits. 

“no,” sam would start, shaking his head once as the girl was turning her back to him. “come here,” he’d repeat, a little more insistent this time. but still, cassie would not listen. still, she’d continue to make her way out of his office and disappear into the hallway. “hey,” he’d raise his voice, more audibly angry now. “come back here, cunt!” but even then… she wouldn’t come back.

clenching his hands into fists, he’d bite down on his bottom lip and punch down at one of the arms of his chair, swearing to himself in irritation and shaking his head before returning his attention to the computer. she’ll get over it, he’d tell himself. she always forgave him, every time she happened to get upset about something. always figured that he was right, always came back to her senses after a stern talking-to and a good fuck that daddy always knew what was best for her.

this time would be no different.

---------------- it was the next morning, and the girl hadn’t slept for a minute the past night, simply waiting for morning to come so she could get out of the house. having packed up all her belongings the night before, she was dressed and pulling her suitcase down the stairs as the clock struck seven am. throughout the night she’d ping-ponged back and forth on whether this was the right desicion, but had eventually landed on it being the best thing for her. as she reached the front door of the large house, she looked back one last time, taking a deep breath and exiting the door. she would leave most of the possessions sam had given her behind, as well as some of her own, as she had moved in from her old apartment, but with leaving the stuff behind, she would be leaving that part of her life behind as well. 

---------------- two months had passed. two of the most absolutely terrible months of cassie’s short life. about to be mid-november, cassie’s twentieth birthday was slowly approaching and once again she didn’t have a place to stay. when having left sam’s house that morning, she had been expecting shelter with her parents, but as soon as she had arrived, they had turned her away at the door, only giving her the reasoning that they didn’t want a sinner living under their roof. 

for the first few weeks she lived on couches of acquaintances. following that, by going from bar to bar, meeting some lonely guy who didn’t mind her staying for a little while, as long as she put out. but slowly she grew tired of the schemes, especially as none of the guys she had ended up staying with satisfied her in a way that sam had. her thoughts continued returning to the man who had taken care of her for a good year and half of her life, whom she’d loved with a burning passion... the man who hadn’t even given two shits about how she felt. 

having just been kicked out of the house of a man whose name she couldn’t even remember ( which had been his reasoning for kicking her out in the first place ), cassie had been wandering the streets with her suitcase in tow, dressed in an outfit which barely covered the essentials. several times she’d been honked at, asking if she needed a ride, but every time she’d declined — she knew where she needed to go and what she needed to do. 

blinking once, the man would arch his brows with an incredulous expression as the girl would dare to talk back to him, with legitimate anger in her voice as she professed that she was smarter than he gave her credit for. now, given the extensive knowledge he had about little cassie, he found that quite hard to believe. but even so, he probably shouldn’t have expressed that much, given the fact that he already seemed to push her to the point where she was seriously considering walking out on him. and she wouldn’t do that… would she?

the moment she turned her back on him, sam opened his mouth to call out to her… only to find that he didn’t have much words to offer. but then, in a moment of vulnerability, the girl would stop dead in her tracks and turn back to him, meeting his gaze once more as he’d close his mouth and curl his finger before calmly demanding requesting, “come here.”

she looked at him for a few seconds, saving the image of him in her brain, never wanting to forget the first man she’d ever loved, which also happened to be the first man who had ever broken her heart. the nineteen year old bit down on her lower lip as sam demanded she come closer, and out of sheer instinct she took two steps towards him, while her lip stayed tucked between her teeth. 

blinking a few times as the girl went on to speak of how she knew that he didn’t care about her, he’d look up to see that the girl was already in tears. as he’d meet her gaze, he’d look on not with an expression of concern, but of confusion. where is this shit coming from? 

when she’d confess her feelings for him - how she loved him since day one - sam would lean back in his chair and turn it more towards her, only now giving her his undivided attention. pursing his lips while she wiped away her tears, he’d look on with a vaguely annoyed expression, arching his brow as the girl would go on to suggest that maybe she couldn’t do this anymore. at least, that’s what she thought, she said. “you don’t think you can do this anymore?” sam would repeat, scoffing a bit and making a faint smirk before quipping. “you do get that… thinking’s not really your strong suit, right?”

when the door would creak open, sam’s gaze was fixed on a laptop screen, glancing up only briefly to see that it was his pet. so she’s awake, he’d think to himself as his eyes would return to the computer screen almost as soon as they left. ( after all, she wasn’t even dressed to impress; what was she worth if she didn’t anything to show for it? ) with one hand covering his mouth in a pensive gesture, he’d wait patiently for something to happen, expecting a desperate call for ‘daddy,’ or something along those lines. what he’d get instead, however, was something much more puzzling. a question, as to whether or not cassie meant anything to sam.

narrowing his gaze, he’d tap his index finger against his lips repeatedly as he’d try to process the question. when no estimated guesses seemed to bring him any clue as to where in the hell that came from, the man would inevitably shrug, at a loss for words before asking. “what?”

and even then, he wasn’t even looking at her.

she currently lay in her bed and the clock was about to hit three am, when she gathered the guts to walk towards sam’s room. in the past, cassie would have dressed up for sam, but at this hour and in the state she was in, her body bruised and her spirit crushed, she wore a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop, not bothering to think about how she looked.