Daddy Issues

Love and pain

Steve's eyes opened slightly as Aleks shifted position in the bed. "Cuddle me daddy," she whispered.

Through sleepy eyes, Steve saw Aleks's body turn so that he could spoon her. He shuffled up close. They were both naked and his soft cock was pushed between her bum cheeks. It nestled there, giving Steve a pleasurable sensation, cock and balls squished against her warm butt.

Aleks felt him push up against her and breathed in deeply as he put his arms around her body and cupped her breast in his hands.

"Thank you daddy. I feel so safe in your arms. Please don't go. Please don't leave me." Steve heard a sniffle and realised that Aleks was crying.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. I'm here for you darling."

Steve moved his hand from her breast to wipe away the tears from her cheeks.

"Hold me daddy. I need...."

Aleks couldn't finish her sentence and burst into a flood of tears.

"Darling, it's OK. Daddy's here."

Steve squeezed her hard and started kissing the side of her head.

In Aleks's head were a muddled and complex mix of memories and emotions. She couldn't separate love and pain. If she felt love she needed to feel pain. The love was intensified if something hurt. She couldn't disentangle the two things.

"Squeeze my tits hard, daddy.... No, harder than that. Harder please daddy."

Aleks felt more awake, more alive, the harder he squeezed.

She rolled over onto her front.

"Spank me daddy."

Steve lifted his hand above her pert little bum cheeks and softly and playfully slapped them.

"Much harder daddy, please. Leave a mark. Leave your handprint on me. I want you to spank me hard."

Steve lifted his hand higher, and swished fast through the air so that it landed firm on her right cheek. He did it again and landed his hand with a hard slap on her left cheek. Aleks let out a yelp. "Yes, daddy. More. Please. Don't stop."

Steve spanked her many times, in quick succession, the sound of slapping cutting through the quiet air of the night.

Aleks's face was buried in the pillow and her cries were muffled. She lifted her red face, looked at Steve, and said "5 more times, but really hard, and tell me you love me while doing it."

Steve brought his hand up high and landed it on her bright red cheeks, five more times as she had requested. "I love you baby. I love you. Daddy loves you so much."

He moved his face close to her glowing bum and could feel the heat radiating from it. He started to kiss the redness, gentle kisses that traced the outline of his handprints on her skin.

Aleks felt like she did when she'd been pierced or tattooed. It felt to her like something had been released through the pain. Her mind felt clear again, she felt purged of something.

Love and pain. The more Aleks associated the two, and the more she sought the two together, the more it seemed natural to her that they were one and the same thing.

Relieved, she turned back on to her side and fell back to sleep in daddy's arms.