You Can Be The Boss...

when a man’s jaw clenches so does my pussy wassup daddy

sawyer ran a hand over his face as he sat in his office, papers laid out in front of him. he took off his reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, groaning softly before he heard bryce. by now, he knew just by the tone of her voice that something was wrong. he stood up and walked into the hall, seeing her back to him. “hey, babygirl. what’s wrong?” he walked towards her.

she turned towards his voice, tears in her big brown eyes as she stood in the hallway, hugging her stuffed bunny. “i feel yucky.” she said quietly, lip quivering. “not sick yucky, but just yucky. my heart hurts, daddy.” she said quietly. she shuffled over to him and pressed her face against his chest, letting out a small whimper. “i don’t know why i feel yucky, though.”

he’d just gotten out of the shower when he heard her calling for him. “baby, i’m in here,” he said tying the towel aroun his waist as he started out of the bathroom. “baby, are you alright?” he asked as he looked for her. “you don’t sound alright, is something wrong?”

“i feel yucky, daddy.” she said quietly, lip quivering as she found hudson, standing at the other end of the hall. “i feel sad and yucky and icky.” she said, feeling so small and vulnerable as she stood there, picking at  the edge of the t-shirt she’d taken from hudson’s closet. “i feel sad.” she whimpered. 

naya was extremely torn on what to do - especially when he upped the amount of spankings to twenty. it wasn’t like he had to punish her a lot, so she had never really gotten a particularly harsh spanking, but twenty was still a lot more than usual. “daddy, stoooop,” she whined quietly with a frown. “no spankings, please. I’ll be good. I just don’t want spankings,” she shifted a little on her feet. “I’ll do lots of hours of corner time - please no spanks.”

“twenty five.” he growled out when she whined. “if you don’t want spankings then maybe you should have thought about it before you acted like a fucking brat.” he said, slowly starting to lose his cool the longer they stood their and the longer she whined about spankings. “i swear to god, naya. get your ass moving to the car or i will leave you standing here. i’m not putting up with this.”

David & Bryce

David looked down at the girl, small, pretty, vulnerable. His hands gripped her hips hard and he continued thrusting into her with such force that they’d both end up with bruises on their hipbones the next day. But he liked that - it’d simply act as a reminder to her. “Daddy’s little girl,” he growled, leaning down and kissing her exposed neck.

bryce whined softly and curled her fingers into the sheets as he continued to thrust into her hard. “feels so good, daddy.” she murmured, voice soft and breathy as she felt herself growing close. “da-daddy, i’m gonna cum.” she whimpered. 

Brent saw the look in Jacob’s eye and lifted a brow but said nothing. After all, he couldn’t punish the boy for something he didn’t actually act on, but they’d known each other for a long while now and Brent could take a good stab in the dark what Jacob was thinking. That all left his head the moment Jacob took Brent’s cock in hand. He groaned and let his head tilt back against the chair, resting there. “That’s right baby boy, just like that,” said Brent. He sighed, still massaging Jacob’s ass cheeks. His finger moved toward Jacob’s entrance, flirting with his hole. He paused. “Daddy doesn’t have any lubricant in here…should I send baby boy to go get some?”

jacob continued to work brent’s cock in his hand, blushing a little as the man teased his hole with a finger. he giggled softly at the words before using his free hand and pulling a small tube of lube out of his shirt pocket. “bought it with me, daddy.” jacob said proudly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to brent’s lips. he handed it off to the older man before going back to concentrating on stroking brent’s cock and making his daddy feel really good.

he groans at her when her nails dig into his skin. with her words he quickly begins to fuck her tight hole, moving the bed slighting with every thrust inside of her. “you feel good, baby. so good.”

she whimpered softly,pressing her face into his neck. “just like that, daddy.” she breathed, legs tightening around his waist. “i’m getting close, daddy...” she wanred, biting down on her lip. 

he’s slowly sliding in and out of her tight hole. “you’re so cute — i love fucking you like this.” he sighs. 

bryce whimpered softly and pressed her forehead to his shoulder, nails digging into his back. “more.” she moaned. “faster, daddy.” 

when ryder said the number, she kind of had an idea what he meant. but now she was stuck. she wanted to stay, especially because if she went home, that meant spankings. but if she stayed, she would probably get in more trouble - except if maybe she could just convince him to let it go. she really was sorry. “daddy, no,” she whined, “please no spankins. pleaseee? I won’t do it again and I’ll be a good girl. please don’t be upset or give me spankins or make me leave daddy,” she frowned.

as she continued to stand there and defy him and whine, he simply stared down at her. “twenty.” he said simply. he’d keep adding to the number the longer she stood there and didn’t listen to him. “keep it up, little girl. see how much trouble you can get into. I have no problem adding more spankings on.” ryder said through gritted teeth, growing more annoyed with naya. he was about ready to leave the girl standing there.