BEAU
Cecilia Hughes looks nothing like her mother. The Penelope that I knew in high school had a lithe, dancer’s body. The second I see Cecilia, I am dumbstruck by curves and beauty.
She’s kneeling on her bed wearing nothing more than a pair of pasties and the skin God gave her. I swear if she moves the wrong way, everyone in the room is going to see her naughty bits.
Penelope told me that she’d be out for the day. She didn’t mention that I’d have to contend with the housekeeper and a photographer who keeps shouting at me in French, both of whom seem hysterical at my arrival. Cecilia sits in the middle of this chaos with a half-twitched smile on her lips as comfortable as can be.
Even as I usher everybody out of the room, Cecilia doesn’t flinch. Just like her mother, she doesn’t fear a thing. She has this incorrect assumption that there’s nothing to be afraid of from me.
I could use a handle of vodka right now. Most men my age prefer bourbon; they think it goes down smooth. But the right vodka tastes like velvet. If I left the Hughes house right now, I could be at a bar in seven minutes. In less than half an hour, I could be three sheets to the wind.
There’s nothing wrong with Cecilia Hughes, but there’s something dangerously wrong with the situation I find myself in. She looks like she could be my daughter. She’s an adult, but she’s half my age.
And God damn, her mouth is filthy. I see why Penelope wanted her taken in hand. Penelope had a knack for getting into trouble, but I don’t think it was anywhere near the level Cecilia takes it to.
I can feel my palm tingling with desperate intent to have this curvy beauty over my knee. Never one to deny my desires, I cut her off mid-sentence. It takes me a second to get used to her weight in my grasp but when I do, I slice her through the air and plop her down across my thighs.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman in this position. She is helpless and resistant to my ministrations. I run my hand along the naked swell of her behind and I can feel my dick growing hard in my pants. It’s helpful that she was already undressed, but God, it makes this more difficult than it has to be.
“I gave you a chance, honey. Just remember that.” I bring my hand down on her ass before I can be persuaded into taking off my pants and dipping my wick into that sweet, tight little pussy of hers. It’s no different though. The crack of my skin against hers and the sound of her surprised squeal have the same effect.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She looks over her shoulder with shock on her face and pink filling more than the cheeks on her face. “You can’t do this to me!”
Oh, but I can. “Just take your medicine, sweetheart.” I bring my hand down on the crest of her other cheek and I’m rewarded with another resounding sound of surprise.
The first time I spanked Penelope, I thought she’d clock me. We were in the middle of having sex for the first time and I was going at it from behind. I gave her a sharp little tap at first and she stopped in the middle of undulating her hips for a minute, but then she kept moving. The second tap gave her pause once more. By the third tap, she rolled away from me and asked what I thought I was doing.
That led to me laughing and trying to get her on her stomach. A few tense moments and several sharp swats to the behind later, Penelope clawed her way off the bed and threw a shoe at my head. “If you ever do that to me again, Beau Brooks, I’ll kill you.” But there was something in the way she said it that made me think she was lying. A few minutes later, we had the best sex of our short lives.
“Whatever you’re being paid to do this, I’ll triple it,” she begs. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Is it a blowjob? I’ll give you a blowjob.” Cecilia offers me the world. The longer I bring my hand down on her pert, round behind, the more she’s willing to give me. But she doesn’t offer an apology or tears, just money and sex.
I watch as her once pale skin turns a light shade of pink and then fades into red, then slowly deepens with each swat. Every offer goes unanswered. Every plea is ignored. I respond with silence.
Cecilia desperately grabs onto anything within reach. Her fingers claw the blankets until her knuckles turn white. “You’re a monster, you know that,” she swivels her head to look at me. “Who sent you? Was it Charles? He’s a monster, too. I’ll sue you, you know that? I’ll sue you and you’ll go to jail.”
Honestly, she’s a fascinating creature. I think I love her.
The first sign that she’s breaking is when the bribes and insults stop coming. She doesn’t try to get out of her punishment, she starts trying to breathe through it. That’s when I start spanking harder.
The shade of her bottom is spectacular. She is ruby red, like the jewel that I’d give her on our wedding night. I take my hand and bring it to her thighs, painting the delicate flesh of her lower half the same color.
I hear soft cries between slaps and I know that she is silently weeping. It is my greatest joy. I give her a minute of follow-up swats so that she knows just because she cries, it isn’t the end. Then I rub my hand across her heated skin and take in the raised temperature of her firm, perfect bottom.
“You don’t know me from Adam, Cecilia, but you’re going to get to know me real well. You’re a spoiled brat, but not for long. People are sick of your attitude and the disrespect. While I’m around, that’s going to change. Go stand in the corner.” Slowly, I help her to her feet.
She starts to argue with me. “You’re not my father. You can’t—”
“No,” I cut her off. “You don’t make the rules anymore, Cecilia. Not unless you want what you just got, except this time with my belt.” I see a shudder run down her spine.
She’s already learning. Cecilia turns away from me and heads to the corner. She stands there with her brilliantly red ass on display and I admire my work. She’s a beautiful girl, but I can see why Penelope wants her disciplined.
Cecilia was nearly naked when I arrived. She doesn’t respect anyone, let alone herself. I can tell by the blinking red lights in at least three locations that there are video cameras in the room. Even after being disciplined, she slipped right back into her former ways. She won’t be an easy girl to break.
“I’ll be back in a few days, Cecilia. We’ll try this whole respect thing again, you hear me?”
She turns her head to look at me but when she catches my raised eyebrow and pursed lips, she hastily returns her gaze back to the corner. “Don’t come back,” Cecilia says with a stubborn tone. “I’ll call the cops.”
I chuckle to myself. “Call them all you want, Cecilia. I’m an invited guest of the household.” I leave and let realization dawn on her.
I drive my car only a short distance away to a secluded parking lot. On one side there are trees and on the other is an abandoned strip mall. I think about Cecilia’s bared bottom turning three shades of red beneath my hand. I think about her tits bouncing as I pulled her over my lap. Dick in my hand, I rub one out until my hand is sticky.
Penelope asked me not to fall in love with her daughter, but that was foolish. She knew all those years ago what happened between the two of us. She knew what would happen when she asked me to do this Cecilia. It’s only been a few minutes and I’m already thinking about the next time I get to see her. There’s no hope for me. My fate is sealed.