Normandie Alleman has a brand new release in her Daddy's Girl Series and she's here today to talk AP vs. Daddy Dom and share a sexy little scene with us! Here she is:
A few months ago it came to my attention that some of my writer friends hadn’t read any of the books in my Daddy’s Girl Series because they weren’t into age play. “Hmm,” I thought. “I’m not either. The closest I get to role playing a younger age would be wearing a schoolgirl outfit, which I do find rather hot. And I wear a lot of knee socks, but my characters don’t behave like “littles” – there’s no coloring, no bottles, diapers, or stuffed animals…
The Daddy’s Girl Series is about a group of girls who gravitate towards Daddy Dom/little girl relationships. These books focus on the Daddy Dom/little girl relationship dynamic which is characterized by protective, nurturing, caring behavior of the Dom towards his sub. He cherishes and adores his little girl. She may act like a grown woman, (like the characters in my books), or she may pretend to be younger, which is considered age play, but in either case, her “Daddy” makes her feel special. His role is to guide her, keep her safe, and sometimes even spoil her. A little girl is the center of her Daddy’s world, and he is the center of hers.
Childish or regressed behavior on the part of the little girl is optional. Some DD/lg couples engage in age play, while others do not. In my books the main thing is the girls refer to their lovers as “Daddy.” If that squicks you out, you probably won’t like my Daddy’s Girls books, but if the idea of being the center of your man’s world turns you on – you just might like them. Here’s a sample from my new release, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl:
Charmaine robotically fastened her seat belt, dazed from the passionate kiss Hunter had just planted on her. Whew, her legs had gone all Jell-O on her, and she’d been afraid she might slide to the ground. A side effect from her concussion last weekend or pure lust? Difficult to determine.
“Where will you take me next?” Usually she would have told him where she wanted to go, but for some reason, tonight it pleased her to let Hunter take charge of their evening.
“I thought we could go back to my place. You still haven’t received that punishment I owe you.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Her heart sunk. A punishment? That didn’t sound like a fun time at all. She was no pain slut, and she had a feeling he would inflict some pain if given the opportunity. Using her safe word was always an option. Nah, she couldn’t have him thinking he was too much for her.
“Fine,” she said, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible.
When they got to his place they took the rattle-y old elevator to his apartment. Once inside, Charmaine felt the buzz of happiness. His place was growing on her.
“Why don’t you go into the bedroom and take off your clothes,” Hunter said as casually as if he asked her to hand him a paper towel.
“Just like that?” she asked in a voice that dripped sarcasm.
“Just like that.”
Her heart rate sped up. How arrogant could he be, just assuming she was going to get naked for him? Who did he think he was? Clearly he didn’t know she had considered standing him up tonight.
“You should at least offer me a drink,” she snipped.
“I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Would you like some water, Charmaine?”
“Water?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I was thinking beer or some wine…”
“I’m sure you were but you’ve had enough to drink tonight, tiger.”
“You’re an ass, you know that?” she asked, pressing her lips together in anger.
“So I’ve been told. Do you want some water or not?”
“Ugh. Fine, I’ll take some, but I’m not getting undressed!” She huffed loudly and went to sit in the ugly recliner, trying to shut out the pictures in her head of the way he’d pleasured her there. She wanted to stay mad at him.
He brought her a glass of water with two ice cubes in it. She took a sip then set the glass down on the coffee table. Hunter tilted her chin up toward him. “Hey,” he said.
She gave him a pronounced pout. “What?”
“Don’t be like that,” he chided her.
“Like what?” she said, sticking her lower lip out as far as it could go.
“All pouty and bratty, like a naughty little girl.”
“Why? What will you do?” she said, her interest growing.
“I might have to spank you with my belt.”
“With your belt?” Her blue eyes grew huge.
He nodded. “Now, please go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. If you don’t want to take off your top you may leave on your blouse, but off with your skirt and no panties.”
The way he’d taken control of the situation, firmly yet gently, captivated her. “Well, since you asked nicely…” she said and went into the bedroom where she took off all of her clothes. Unsure what to do next, she lay down on her tummy on the bed.
She heard him come into the room, then heard the “ziiiiiiip” as he yanked his belt out of his belt loops. No one had ever hit her with a belt before, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. Remember you have a safe word—Kimberly’s advice rang in her ears, and she took a deep breath. Breathing always helped her get through a spanking.
“Charmaine, what are you being punished for?”
She wanted to roll her eyes and offer a smartass retort, but she squashed her obnoxious side and answered dutifully, “For not following your instructions after the car wreck.”
“That is correct. Anything else?”
She lay there, quietly on the bed for several minutes trying not to tense up her muscles, a challenge since any second she anticipated a leather strap would wallop her butt.
Then it came. The impact of the belt cracking against her buttocks. Ouch! It hurt, but not as badly as she’d expected. She exhaled and reminded herself not to hold her breath.
Another swat came down, this time she could actually feel the supple texture of the leather against her backside. It made an impression that was both pleasurable and painful at the same time. She writhed on the bed, eager to experience more.
“See? It’s not so bad is it?”
Thwap! The slapping sound resonated throughout the room.
Thwap! The lashes were beginning to sting. She imagined her bottom must be turning pink by this point, and she was getting wetter as her arousal built.
Thwack! That one hit lower on her ass and she prayed he wouldn’t go onto her thighs. Thigh spankings could be killers.
Fortunately, Hunter was no sadist, and he kept his swats to her rear end.
His smacks were starting to burn, and now she made a small cry with each one.
He must have realized she was getting close to her limit because with one final whack he asked, “What have you learned from this?”
“To listen to what you say, do what you ask, and not be bratty.”
He sat down heavy on the bed next to her. “That about sums it up.” He curled his body next to her and rubbed his palm over her reddened flesh which now felt like it was on fire. His caresses served as a salve, mitigating the pain, and she moved to press her naked body against his clothed one.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said playfully.
“You’re welcome, Kitten.”
She stroked his cheek with her hand. “Kitten?”
“Yeah. You’re a tiger most of the time, but when I tame you, you turn into the most adorable little kitten.” Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her pussy throbbed with need. At that moment there was nothing in the entire world she wanted more than to be his kitten.
Author Bio: A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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