Teach Me, Daddy!

Caught in the act

Catherine rushed back to her room with a flushed red face. She threw her body on the bed. She still couldn't believe that she was able to escape before embarrassing herself. She was this close to getting caught by Archer. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and scenes of Archer's big shaft moving in and out of a wet p***y played in her mind. What if it were her instead of that woman? How would it feel to have him buried deep inside her?

Subconsciously, her hand moved inside her cotton shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties, so it didn't take her long to reach her wet p***y lips. She dipped her finger further down, and soon her finger brushed over her pleasure button, making her gasp in pleasure. She never touched herself like that. So she never knew her c**t was this sensitive to touch. Additionally, it was wet and slippery due to her overflowing juices.

"Hmphhhhh," a whimper of pleasure left her mouth as her finger travelled down and stopped right on top of her entrance. For a moment, she wanted to stop, but the next second, when the image of that big, chocolaty d**k came into her mind, she inserted her finger inside her dripping p***y.

"Ohhhhh, it feels so good," she hummed as she started moving her finger in and out. This pleasure was so foreign to her yet so overwhelming. She couldn't help but move faster to reach her climax. She felt an unknown pleasure forming inside her belly, and soon, it overpowered any feeling she knew.

"Oh daddyyyyy," she cried as she reached her first-ever orgasm. She was yet to get down from the feelings of her climax when she heard an urgent knock on her door.

"Crap!" Catherine cursed under her breath as she got down from the bed. Was she so loud for being caught in the act?

"Ahh, who is it?" she asked in a hoarse voice from her climax.

"It's me," came a magnetic male voice that sent shivers down her spine. Archer was waiting outside her door when she was pleasuring herself. Did he hear anything? Those thoughts were running through her head when she heard the knocking again.

Catherine smoothed her crumpled clothes and opened the door for Archer to enter. He walked inside in his sleepwear, looking around the room as if he were inspecting her room. He then sat at the edge of her bed, and finally, his eyes stopped on Catherine.

Catherine stood in the middle of the room in a pink tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. Archer could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her small n*****s were poking from her thin tank top. As his eyes travelled down, he spotted a wet spot on the center of her shorts.

"Come here," he commanded with his manly voice. Catherine gulped and took a deep breath to steady her racing heart, and walked near him.

"Do you know what you did was wrong?" he asked, his Adam's apple moving slowly without being noticed by the teenager standing in front of him.

"What do you mean, Daddy?" Catherine asked innocently, though in her mind she was praying to every existing god in the world to save her from this embarrassing moment. She just hoped that he didn't hear her calling his name while fingering herself.

"Didn't Thomas forbid you from going to that area of the mansion? Then why did you go there?" Archer asked, and her heart skipped a beat. So he saw her sneaking into his study?

"I-I am sorry. I went downstairs to drink some water, then I heard some strange noise, so I thought you might need some help. I didn't expect to see you with your girlfriend," Catherine explained everything in one breath while squeezing her eyes shut in hope that he would see the sincerity in her words.

"No matter what, you broke a rule and you deserve punishment." As soon as he said the word 'punishment', a shiver ran down her spine.

"W-what punishment?" she asked, stuttering. Archer looked at her innocent yet gorgeous face. He didn't answer her; instead, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.

Catherine couldn't control her balance and fell on his lap with her belly on top of his thighs, her head hanging down, and her butt high in the air.

"Do not ask any questions when I say you need to get your punishment. Remember this position and be prepared to get your punishment like this, okay?" he whispered with his dangerously hoarse voice.

"Do you understand?" he asked, and Catherine nodded her head. The next second, with a loud thud, a slap landed on her butt, making her gasp in pain.

"Do not shake your head; answer with that innocent mouth of yours. Do you understand?" he asked again in a cold voice. But it sent a shiver down her spine to her core.

"Y-yes," Catherine responded, trying hard to hold her tears that wanted to break free. Never in her life had she been beaten like this. And that too by the man she had imagined herself being f*cked by a few moments ago. Before she could process her thought, another slap landed on the other side of her butt. She yelped, and her whole body jerked with the intensity of the slap. Not a slap, a spank. He was spanking her as her punishment.

"Yes, what?" he asked in a commanding voice.

"Yes, daddy," Catherine responded, sobbing as she was unable to control her tears anymore. Four more slaps landed on her butt cheeks before she felt his hand pulling the waistband of her cotton shorts down, exposing her butt, and her breathing stopped for a moment. What was he going to do? Had he noticed her being wet from his punishment? Did he find out that she started becoming excited by this punishment, and her p***y is dripping already?