Lila didn’t believe him. She wasn’t perfect or desirable or sexy — not at all.
She was too fat and too young and too inexperienced for a man like this. But when he held her tight and stroked her hair and said he was Daddy, she felt wonderful — like all her problems had vanished and she was finally safe.
And when he’d made her touch his ‘thing’ through his pants, it had set her thinking.
Maybe he really did like her. She knew what it meant when a man went stiff and hard like that, even if she’d never felt one.
Lila was trembling with arousal. Naked, her breasts strapped up in this strange, exciting way and now with this gorgeous, handsome man making her bend over his lap…. It was everything she wanted.
If only she really was his little one and he was her Daddy. He could do this to her all the time. Play with her, comfort her, punish her and fill her full of these tingling feelings.
She slid over his lap as he put her in place. His hardness pressed against her. He really was turned on too. How could that be?
“Now, little Lila, Daddy has to spank your tushy — hard. Because you’ve been saying bad things that you must never say again. You are lovely and perfect as you are, and I’ll spank you every day if I have to, until you accept that fact.”
“Every day, Daddy? Yes, please,” she giggled, the thought of seeing him again sending her into a tizz of excitement. Did he really mean it? Or was this all part of this strange examination he was doing?
“Ow!” she squealed, as his hand landed on her ass. He really was spanking her — and hard!
Again she cried out as his palm landed flat in the middle of her big butt cheek.
She could only imagine how big and fat and wobbly her ass looked as he spanked it. Surely he couldn’t like that too?
He spanked her again, on each cheek, his hand landing down hard, making her squeal and wriggle.
She could feel his thing pressing into her belly, hard and insistent. She liked wiggling against it, and wondering if he enjoyed it too.
He seemed to be pressing it up into her, as if he enjoyed the feel of her soft belly on it.
She smiled to herself, dizzy with the sensations of the spanking on her ass, and the high of emotion each impact gave her, and the way her breasts were all hot and tied up and how he was handling her so firmly and she was calling him Daddy. Lila felt something building inside her, hot and urgent and needy. It was making her wet between her legs and she never wanted him to stop.
His hand rested on her ass. It was burning and hot. Was her skin pink and marked with outlines of his hand? She hoped so.
But then he was opening her legs, pulling her thighs apart.
“Daddy needs to examine you down here too,” he said, his voice deep and gruff as his hand pushed between her legs.
She knew her plump thighs would get in the way, but he didn’t seem to mind. He made her open her legs wider. And then he was stroking her — gently this time, his fingertips caressing her, making her shiver.
“Has anyone ever touched you here, Lila?’ he asked.
No, Daddy, no one. Except you,” she said, in all honesty.
“You’ve touched yourself, haven’t you,” he stated, his fingers caressing her in a way that was making her feel weak and wet.
“No. Never. I don’t like to. It’s… I’m ugly,” she whispered.
His hand pulled out from between her legs and slapped down on her butt. “No, Lila. I will not have that kind of talk, do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes, sorry,” she said, shocked by his sudden spanking and wishing he would touch her down there again.
“I need to examine you properly,” he said, making her stand up.
She could barely look him in the eye. It was all so strange.
He tucked a fingertip under her chin and raised her head. “Do you want Daddy to examine you, down there? Be honest, Lila. It’s fine to say no. You can get dressed and go home now if you want to.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to leave now — or ever. She was just so sure that at any moment he would look at her again and the spell would break and he would turn away in disgust and send her back. Surely he couldn’t really like her?
“Yes, Daddy, examine me, please,” she said. “But is it true? Do you like me?” she asked.
He frowned at her. “I will never lie to you. Ever. And you are the only patient I’ve touched like this. You could lose me my job, Lila, if you wanted. I’ve stepped over the line — but I just can’t resist you.”
She stared up at him, knowing that what he said was true. “For me? Just for me?” she couldn’t quite believe it. Why her? She was never this lucky. She felt like she’d won the biggest prize in the lottery.
“Yes. For you. There’s something special about you. You’re perfect. I want you to be mine, if you’ll have me.”
“To be my Daddy? My boyfriend?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes. Both.”
She nodded so fast she felt her head might fall off. “Yes. Yes, please.”
He smiled at her and she felt light and fizzy inside. “Good. That’s settled. But first, I need to complete this examination. And you had better be a good girl while I’m doing it, Lila. otherwise Daddy will have to spank you again. And not just your tushy this time. I’ll spank you here and here and here too.”
He slapped at each of her breasts, making them bounce and tremble, and then smacked on her mound too.
She gave a half-shriek of fear and delight. Spank her all over… Yes. Yes. That would feel so good.
“Now, lie down on the couch and I’ll put your legs into the stirrups,” he said.
With a smile she couldn’t suppress any more, Lila lay back on the couch.
She didn’t really know what was happening, or why — or how this was even possible. But this gorgeous army Major — this older Doctor — was doing things to her that she’d only ever dreamed of.
And the cherry on the cake was that he wanted to be her Daddy-boyfriend.
She could barely believe it.
Things this good didn’t happen to her — not to sad, overweight Lila, all alone in the world.
But it was happening. It was happening right now!
The sexy doctor took each of her feet, placing them in some kind of restraining device, attached to long metal arms. Then he stood at the base of the examination couch and very slowly opened her legs.
Lila knew she should be ashamed — embarrassed about being seen like this, with her full tummy and her pillowy thighs and her most private place being opened up right in front of him. And what if he was just saying those things — what if he didn’t want her, not really?
He moved closer, his hands between her legs, softly caressing her outer lips, pulling them wider apart. “Daddy needs to have a good look down here, to check if you’ve really been a good girl, like you say you have.”
She suppressed a moan of excitement. She didn’t care what happened next.
This was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she wasn’t going to worry about next or later or tomorrow.
She was just going to lie here, all strapped up and stretched out, and let this gorgeous man — her new Daddy — do whatever he wanted to her.
