A Week With Mr. Hansen

Dan wanted to take Jenny and I out for a drink after the movie, but I politely declined and asked him to drop me off at home first. I was still feeling guilty about what had happened with Tyson, and each time I thought about how I had been acting, a slow flush ran up my cheeks. I never acted like that. Jenny was the one who slept around. Before this date, I had only slept with three other guys, one of them being Mr. Hansen. And suddenly, in one day, my total was up to five.

Jenny walked me to the door when Dan pulled up to my house, giving me a hug when we were around the corner of the garage and out of his sightline. “You really should come for a drink with us,” she said.

I shook my head. “He’s still your date,” I said with as much of a smile as I could. “And I really just want to be home. I can’t believe…” I stopped in mid-sentence, shaking my head.

“It’s okay, I keep telling you!” Jenny exclaimed. I sighed, knowing that she didn’t understand that really, it wasn’t. “Come on,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close to her. “Is this about Mr. Hansen?”

“What?” I asked, frowning as she hugged me.

She giggled. “Well, don’t tell me you feel like you’ve cheated on him or something. I mean, he had to be okay with you messing around, he let you go on the date.”

Her words nearly made my heart stop beating. I had never even brought up the fact that Tyson and I had fooled around, nor had I considered that Mr. Hansen wouldn’t necessarily be okay with it. In fact, now that Jenny had put the thought in my head, I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be okay with it.

I was furiously trying to stop the little voice that was telling me what I had with Mr. Hansen was something more, but the pangs of guilt that were running through my body were making my efforts a lot more difficult. All I could think was that I had probably completely messed up the wonderful thing Mr. Hansen and I had. I bit my lip as I frantically tried to figure out how exactly I was going to tell him, what I could say to make him forgive me for royally screwing up.

“Claire?” Jenny asked when I didn’t respond. She pulled me away from her, keeping her hands on my shoulders, and looked at me. “Are you okay?” I didn’t say anything, but my face must have told her everything she needed, because she immediately let go of my shoulders. “Don’t tell me… he doesn’t know?” I shook my head. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just studying me. “Claire, are things getting a little more…”

“Don’t say it,” I finally said, my voice high and rushed.

“It’s about more than just sex,” she stated, not paying one bit of attention to what I had said.

Tears sprang up in my eyes and Jenny pulled me close to her again. “What is wrong with me?” I gasped. “It’s only been a couple days, and he’s like… like my dad’s age… I think I’m just overanalyzing things but…”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. “Christ, there are way weirder things out there. But… just don’t rush into things. Just because it’s more than just fucking doesn’t mean you have to like, marry him or something. You can be friends, too.”

I took a moment to digest what she said, and mentally kicked myself for being so ridiculous. I had known Mr. Hansen for years, and he was a good friend of the family, so it was no surprise that after spending a few days together (fucking or not) that I cared about him. Like Jenny said – we were friends. Just friends that happened to have an age gap of over 30 years between them and that also happened to have wonderfully hot sex. I almost laughed when I realised how messed up that sounded, and did giggle softly when I realised that Jenny was right in saying that weirder things had happened. She took my soft laughter as acceptance of what she said and hugged me tightly. “Don’t worry,” she said. I still was – after all, I didn’t want to lose anything I had with Mr. Hansen – but I did feel a little bit better about whatever feelings I was having.

It still took her a little while to convince me to actually go into the house, but eventually I gave her a final hug and walked up the front steps. I waited until she had gotten back into the car and Dan had honked the horn to slowly let myself inside.

It was quiet when I entered the house. I figured Mr. Hansen was sitting outside on the back patio, as the sun was just starting to set and it was still fairly warm out. My heart was pounding as I slipped off my high-heeled sandals and put my purse on the front table. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. It wasn’t that I was scared that Mr. Hansen would do something to me. In fact, I would be grateful if I could just get away with a spanking – we both enjoyed that. But I had a feeling that a spanking wasn’t going to solve this.

I walked through the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the cool tile. Just as I thought, Mr. Hansen was sitting on the patio, reading a book with a beer on the table next to him. I had to stop and admire him for a moment as he took a casual sip before turning the page of his book. I had such a strong attraction to him that it seemed ridiculous to me that I was denying it. I was feeling so many things at once that my head was nearly spinning as I walked toward the man sitting on my patio.

Mr. Hansen jumped when I opened the patio door. “You’re back already?” he asked, putting his book down as he stood up. “It’s not even 9 yet.”

I laughed weakly as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at me.

“I don’t think you want to know,” I whispered, looking away.

He dropped his arms from around me. “Did something happen?” he asked. “Did that guy do something to you?” I shook my head and he sighed. “You fucked him.” I didn’t answer, and Mr. Hansen took that as a yes. He sighed again and sat back down, taking a sip of the beer on the table. “Well, I guess I should have expected that… I can’t lie and say I’m not a little upset but it’s not like we ever talked about it…”

“It’s not just that,” I whispered. I could feel tears springing up in my eyes. Mr. Hansen had guessed the logical thing, and he was being reasonable about it, but I still had to tell him about Dan.

“No?” asked Mr. Hansen. I shook my head, trying to figure out how to tell him. I was terrified, and Mr. Hansen must have gotten that, because he stood up and pulled a chair out, making me sit in it. “Tell me, Claire,” he said softly as he sat across from me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Mr. Hansen took one of my hands, grasping it lightly. “Whatever it is, you have to tell me. You fucked the guy and…?”

“And…” I whispered, looking down at my bare feet. I took a deep breath. “And his friend,” I said, so softly that I might not have said it at all except for the fact that Mr. Hansen dropped my hand and sat back.

“Jenny’s date?” he asked. I nodded. “She didn’t mind, I’m sure.” I shook my head. Mr. Hansen took a breath, and was silent for so long that I finally had to look up at him. He was staring at me with a look on his face that made me want to do anything I could to make it up to him.

“Mr. Hansen, I’m really sorry…” I started, my voice cracking a bit.

“Did they cum in your cunt?” he interrupted. My mouth dropped open and I stopped talking. “Well, did they?”

“Why does that matter?” I asked quietly. The tears that had sprung up were close to falling over, especially from his last question.

“Did they?” he asked again, still looking at me with that hurt expression.

I tried to explain it, tell him what had happened, but I couldn’t seem to say anything more than a quiet “Yes.” Mr. Hansen looked away from me and stood up, moving past me to the patio door.

“I’m glad you had fun,” he said stiffly.

“I didn’t!” I exclaimed, standing and turning to follow him. “Mr. Hansen, wait…”

He didn’t wait, just walked through the house and to the front door. I stood on the patio and listened as he slammed the front door, got into his car, and drove away.

It didn’t really seem real. I felt like I had stepped outside of myself and was watching some crappy, melodramatic movie that Jenny and I would be making fun of. And really, the situation seemed ridiculous. Maybe if Mr. Hansen and I had been together more than two days, it would be a little more realistic for him to get offended by my actions. I started to get angry as I thought about that. Who was he to get mad at what I did? I mean, we were just… friends, I guess. He had no right to be mad at me. He didn’t own me.

But you want him to, said the little voice that wouldn’t shut up in my head.

I didn’t start crying, not really. I mean, the tears finally spilled over but I didn’t sit down and start sobbing. I kept telling myself that he had to come back, that he was supposed to be staying with me for the week and when he calmed down I could just explain to him what happened, that it was awful and that Tyson never wanted to see me again. I kept saying that he couldn’t be mad for long because sooner or later he would realise how stupid it was to be mad at me. I was remarkably calm in my actions – I simply walked to the living room and sat down on the floor in the bay window, staring out at the driveway. I only got up once in the next couple of hours – Jenny called and I answered the phone. I told her that Mr. Hansen had left and that I couldn’t talk because he might be calling and hung up. She tried calling back but I didn’t pick up.

I know what I was doing was crazy and pathetic, but I was certain that he was going to come back, and I wanted to know right when he did. I couldn’t stand the fact that I had hurt him and I just wanted to try to explain what I had done to him.

A little while later, the phone rang again, and I jumped up to answer it. It was Jenny. “Are you still there by yourself?” she asked.

“Yes, but he’ll be back soon,” I told her. It must have sounded desperate, but at the time, I believed it fully.

“Give me ten minutes, I’ll be right over,” she said.

“No!” I cried. “When he comes back, I have to explain what happened and it won’t work if you’re here. Once he hears it, he’ll know I feel bad and that I only needed to get fucked because I was thinking of him. It’ll all be fine, okay, Jenny?” I hung up before she could answer and went back to the bay window, sitting on the ground and staring out. Thinking back on it, I was being absolutely pathetic – the epitome of an ex-girlfriend or something. I don’t know why I was being so irrational. I had just convinced myself that I cared for Mr. Hansen as a friend, and I probably shouldn’t have cared that much about having been with someone else if we were just “friends.” But I think subconsciously, I knew that what Mr. Hansen and I had was pretty special, and I wasn’t willing to give that up for some other guy (or guys). Especially when the other guy sucked.

It was about an hour after Jenny called that I started to cry uncontrollably. It was strange – I was fine one moment, and the next I had burst into tears, burying my head in my hands as I asked myself why he hadn’t come back yet. I haven’t cried that hard in a long time, and being tired already, I nearly exhausted myself as I sobbed. It nearly drove me crazy, the only sound being my sobs as I realised how pathetic I was, how pathetic and stupid and ridiculous I was, yet I couldn’t stop crying. I know that at some point, I calmed down a bit, my breath choked and irregular, and I was shaking. At some point soon after that, I must have fallen asleep. I don’t know how – my mind was racing and I was still sort of crying. But I did fall asleep, because the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake.

“Get up,” Mr. Hansen was saying to me.

“What…?” I mumbled, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Claire, get up,” he said. I was pulled to my feet roughly. Blinking, I looked at Mr. Hansen. The look on his face was similar to the one he had the first night I came home past curfew. His voice was stony and I shivered nervously.

“I’m up,” I whispered unnecessarily. Without a word, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall next to the window, holding my arms tightly.

“You aren’t going to talk unless I tell you to,” he growled, then pressed his mouth against mine fiercely. When he pulled back, I had to gasp for breath. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my eyes wide as I looked at him.

He tightened his grip on my arm. “Yes, what?”

I winced as he grasped my arm tightly. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

His grip loosened and he kissed the corner of my mouth. “Good girl. You listen to me and this will be easy. You did a bad thing tonight, Claire, and you’re going to be punished accordingly.”

I moaned softly. I knew I could trust Mr. Hansen fully, even with him “punishing” me, but I was still nervous about what was going to happen – in a good way. I was just glad that he was back. At that moment, I was fine with whatever he had planned for me. He kissed me softly, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip and my eyes fluttered shut, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against mine. Mr. Hansen wouldn’t let me enjoy it for long, though. He bit down on my bottom lip just hard enough to make me cry out, then pulled back. “Go to your room,” he said. “Take your clothes off and kneel facing away from the door. Do it fast.”

He pushed me away from him and I stumbled as I ran up the stairs to my room. My heart was pounding as I ripped my dress off, nearly tearing it as I threw it to the ground. I dropped to my knees facing away from my door and looking at my bed, my breath coming quicker as I contemplated what would happen to me when Mr. Hansen came upstairs. He took his time, and probably purposely. I could hear each of his footsteps as he walked up the stairs and passed by my room, not even taking the time to glance in the open door on his way to the guest room. He couldn’t have taken more than five minutes but it felt like an hour to me. When I finally heard his footsteps coming back up the hallway, I tensed in anticipation. His steps slowed as he got to my room and a shiver ran up my spine as I heard him stop in the doorway. He didn’t move for a few moments and I had to fight the urge to turn around and see what he was doing.

Finally, I heard him enter my room. He walked up behind me slowly and I wanted nothing more than to look up and see what he was doing. His steps were slow and steady, heavy on the floor, and I heard him drop something on my desk before coming up behind me. I shivered again, willing myself not to move and see what he was doing.

“You know you’ve been very naughty, don’t you, Claire?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered obediently. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I know you are, baby,” he said. “But being sorry just isn’t enough for how naughty you’ve been.”

“I know, Daddy,” I answered. I jumped as I felt his hand on my shoulder, sliding down my arm.

“Now, be a good girl and this will be a lot easier,” he said as he moved his hand down my arm. When it got to my wrist, he pulled my arm behind my back, then did the same to my other arm. I felt him tie something around my wrists, not tight enough to cut off my circulation, but I knew I couldn’t get out of it. I was a little bit scared. His punishment wasn’t rough or harsh, so far anyways, and it was almost making things harder for me knowing that he was being so caring.

Mr. Hansen moved around me, and I finally got to see him. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, but he smiled reassuringly. He was naked, his cock half erect, and I knew what he wanted even before he reached down and guided my head towards his cock. Obediently, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick him, getting his cock slick before I took it in my mouth and began to suck. It slowly began to harden beneath my lips and I almost couldn’t contain a moan as I felt him grow in my mouth. He let me suck and lick at him until he was fully erect, and he let me enjoy licking him for a little bit longer before he slowly began to force more of his cock into my mouth.

Now, I can take quite a bit of a cock before I start to gag. Jenny is the more experienced cocksucker between the two of us, and she can have her nose buried in a guy’s pubes and not have even flinched. I mean, I’m sure she could deep-throat even Dan’s monstrous cock. I, on the other hand, like to use my tongue. I focus my attention on the tip of the cock, and I’ve never had any complaints on my technique. However, Mr. Hansen wanted to fuck my mouth, and with his cock already in it, there was no way for me to protest. I took as much of his cock as I could, which was a great deal, but Mr. Hansen wanted more. I tried to pull back a bit, but his hand was in my hair and he pushed my mouth down on his cock. I started to choke, and Mr. Hansen groaned as he pulled back a bit. I took a deep breath, and was glad I did – he immediately pushed back into my mouth, just as deep as before. I could feel the hair surrounding his cock brushing against my nose as I gagged, tears springing up in my eyes from my gag reflex as he continued to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him as tears welled in my eyes, and he was looking down at me. Still, he didn’t stop, and I was kind of glad for it. He continued to shove his cock into my throat and after a few repetitions, I was almost able to swallow his entire cock without making a sound. Eventually, he loosened the grip he had on my hair and let me control how much of him I had in my mouth, since I was able to get most of it before he had to thrust forward a bit to get the rest of it down my throat.

I wondered for awhile if Mr. Hansen was going to cum in my mouth, as he fucked it for quite awhile. But after a bit, he pulled out. His cock was rock hard and glistening with my saliva. I admired it for a bit before looking up at him. He was watching me stare at his cock, and smiled when I looked up. “You did a good job, baby,” he said. I grinned, glad for the praise. He bent down, helping me to my feet, and kissed me once I was standing. “You’re still getting a spanking, though.”

My lip trembled a bit as I looked up at him. “I understand, Daddy,” I whispered. He spanked my ass lightly.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” he said, his voice adopting the same cold, ordering tone as it had before. I bit my lip, unsure if I should apologise, and he kissed me hard. “Get on your bed,” he ordered, pulling away from me and putting a pillow further down. I knew it was to be placed under my hips to raise my round ass in the air. I looked up at Mr. Hansen nervously. I had expected him to take me over his lap and spank me like he had before. Something about being on his lap gave a sense of intimacy, that we were still close and that he couldn’t do anything to really hurt me. Plus, I loved the feel of his cock beneath me, twitching as he spanked and rubbed my ass and felt my pussy.

“What exactly are you waiting for?” Mr. Hansen asked as I hesitated in moving.

“Nothing, Daddy,” I said softly, glancing away from him as I stepped towards the bed. I awkwardly pulled myself on the bed, hardly able to do it without the use of my hands, and Mr. Hansen helped me lie on the pillow. He adjusted a pillow under me and I turned my head so I could see him.

He walked across my room and picked up the thing he had put on my desk earlier. I gasped as I realised what it was, and the second I saw it, I knew I should have expected it. Mr. Hansen was holding a thick black paddle. From where I was lying, it looked as long as my arm. There were flat silver studs along the edges, and it looked like it was covered in leather. It was, simply put, menacing, and while the sight of it made me shake, it also made my clit throb. I let out a low, nervous groan as Mr. Hansen started to walk across the room towards me.

“I saw this when I was running errands,” he said. “I didn’t think I’d need to buy it because I was sure you weren’t that naughty of a girl, Claire.” He was next to my bed and he lightly dragged the paddle against my ass, over the roundness and against my crack. I shivered, still craning my neck to look at him. There was a drop of precum on the tip of his cock and I knew he was going to enjoy this. Which, to me, meant that things were okay between us. And the way my clit was throbbing each time he passed the paddle over my ass, I knew I was going to enjoy it too.

He took the paddle away from my skin and lay it gently next to me on the bed. Immediately, he brought his hand down on my ass three times, hard and fast. I let out a soft yelp, and he did it once more. “Quiet,” he ordered. “I don’t want to hear a single noise from you, understand?”

“Yes, D-Daddy,” I stuttered. I had no idea how I was going to keep myself from making noise once he started to use the paddle, but I was damn determined to try. After all, what else could I do?

He lightly slapped my ass again, not hard enough for me to feel any pain except a slight sting where he had already spanked me. He then began to rub the area, soothing it. I let out a breath, so soft it couldn’t even be considered a sigh, as his fingers began to trail between my legs. I wasn’t dripping wet yet, but there was a bit of moisture collected along my slit, and Mr. Hansen gently dipped his fingers in it. “You’re enjoying this too much, I think,” he said, pulling his hand away. I bit my lip, tensing in anticipation, expecting him to bring his hand down on my ass again. Instead, he brought his fingers to my lips, pushing them into my mouth. “Can you still taste them?” he asked.

I looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. My cheeks flushed at his question and though I opened my mouth slightly, I wasn’t sure what to say. Mr. Hansen didn’t have much patience that night, though, and when I didn’t answer, he brought his hand down on my ass harder than he had ever done it before. “I asked you a question, Claire,” he said.

My face was burning and I was sure I was about to cry, so I shook my head. Mr. Hansen plunged his hands between my legs again and shoved two fingers inside me roughly. I caught myself before I could cry out, my breathing just quickening as he pulled them away. He wrapped his other hand in my hair and pulled my head back, bringing his fingers to my mouth again. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said. “I told you this would be easy if you were a good girl.” He paused as he shoved his fingers into my mouth, and I focused on the taste of myself on his fingers. It wasn’t the first time I had tasted myself, and I knew that the saltiness lying beneath the taste of my juices wasn’t usually there. Tears sprung up in my eyes as Mr. Hansen leaned over me, his face just inches away from mine as he pulled his fingers from my mouth. “You get a second chance because I’m feeling nice,” he said softly. “Now, can you still taste them?”

I took a deep, shaking breath, and looked down. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice so soft that I was sure he couldn’t have heard it and was going to spank me again. I slammed my eyes shut, wincing, waiting for him to bring his hand or maybe even the paddle down on me, but he didn’t. He let go of my hair and brought the hand to my cheek, cupping my face gently. I opened my eyes, slightly confused, just in time to see him bring his face to mine. He kissed me hard for just a moment before pulling away.

“You fucked two boys,” he said. “Right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered quickly.

“You came just once?”

I hesitated. “Yes, with them,” I said. Mr. Hansen raised his eyebrows. “I did with Jenny, too,” I explained softly.

“I don’t care about that,” he said. “You could cum a million times with Jenny and I don’t give a fuck. That’s fine.” He paused. “Did you suck either of their cocks?” I shook my head, and he nodded. “And, obviously, they both came?” I nodded, and he kissed me lightly.

“That’s going to be five smacks with this,” he declared, standing up and picking up the paddle. I twisted my body, looking up at him, wanting to ask why but knowing I couldn’t. Mr. Hansen looked at me with a cold stare. “One for each boy you fucked, one for each time they came, and one for when you came.”

I bit my lip, knowing that there was no way to argue with him, and returned to lying on my stomach. He dragged the thick paddle against me and it sent chills directly up my spine. “It’s for your own good, baby,” he said. I felt the paddle move away from my skin and tensed just as Mr. Hansen brought it down on my ass.

It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I buried my face in the pillow, and I have no idea how I didn’t scream. The stinging sensation I felt when Mr. Hansen spanked me was intensified by about fifty times. I can’t think of any words that could describe the kind of pain it was. It stung, it didn’t fade, and my pussy was instantly soaking. It was as though someone had been teasing me and teasing me for hours on end without ever getting near my pussy. The change in my arousal was so instantaneous, I almost moaned. I bit my lip and managed to keep quiet, however.

When he brought the paddle down again, the tears that had been building up spilled down my cheeks and I had to take a deep breath to keep from screaming. My breathing was shaky, and I slammed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything I could that would take my focus off the stinging. That “anything” ended up being the throbbing in my cunt and the wetness that wasn’t just dripping from my pussy, but was coating the inside of my thighs. I wanted nothing more than to have a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. I couldn’t believe that this was turning me on so much, but the thought went straight out of my head when Mr. Hansen brought the paddle down a third time. On that time, I made a small noise in the back of my throat, halfway between a choke and a squeal. I bit down on my lip to keep it from being heard, and I swear that I almost broke the skin. I squirmed helplessly on the bed, trying to soothe the stinging, burning sensation on my skin on one hand, and trying to get some sort of friction on my clit on the other. Mr. Hansen brought the paddle down almost immediately after the previous one and I had to remind myself to breathe. My cunt was dripping. I was sure there was a pool of my juices on the pillow beneath me, and I was sure that Mr. Hansen could see the glistening wetness between my legs. I gasped for breath, wanting nothing more than to just be fucked. The throbbing of my clit was almost painful, and I’m sure it would have been actually painful if I wasn’t already feeling pain from being spanked. My nipples were hard against the bed and my body was so heightened that I think I could have cum if Mr. Hansen had spanked me right away.

He didn’t, though. I thought he was just waiting, but he didn’t do it. I twisted a bit on the bed, tears streaming down my face, waiting for him to do it again, but the paddle was no where near me. It took a little bit, but the stinging subsided just enough for me to wonder why. I turned my head and looked up at Mr. Hansen. He was staring at my ass, but when I moved, he looked at me. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, looking almost horrified. The paddle was still in his hand, but it was by his side. “Claire… I didn’t… that wasn’t too far, was it?”

“No, Daddy,” I gasped. It hurt like hell, that was true, but I was so wet that the second he untied my hands, I would be on his cock so fast that he wouldn’t even know what was happening. I had no reasoning behind why I wanted more. My ass felt like it was on fire, but I was so turned on by it that I couldn’t imagine it being too much.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby…” he said.

“Daddy…” I said softly. “You still have one more.”

He looked at me for a long moment, as if he didn’t know what to do. All I knew is that he had said five, and five is what I deserved. “I was really bad, Daddy, remember?” I said, biting my lip. “I wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t punish me.” He considered it for a moment, looking at me, and must have decided that he trusted me, because he lifted the paddle.

“You don’t have to be quiet on this one,” he told me. I closed my eyes as he began to bring it down. It came down on my ass and I took what he said seriously. I can’t even describe the sound I made when he spanked me the final time. It was a scream, a shriek, a moan… all I know it was that it ended in a sob and that’s when Mr. Hansen dropped the paddle to the floor. It made a loud bang, but I didn’t even notice. His hand was on my ass, the feel of his skin almost cool against the burn I was feeling, soothing me. “I’m sorry baby,” he gasped. “Jesus, you should have said… I won’t ever do that again…” His hands were so close to my pussy, but at the same time, he wouldn’t move them between my legs. My clit was throbbing so much and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“FUCK!” I yelled, interrupting his apologies. I twisted away from his hands, though it was more that he jerked his hands away from me. I just couldn’t take it – I need something, and I needed it immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he gasped. “Did I…”

There were tears on my face from the spanking, but I really started to cry as I tried to turn towards him. “D-Daddy,” I sobbed. “I n-need to be fucked. NOW!” All I could think about was my throbbing clit. I needed to be touched, something, anything – I needed it so bad that it almost hurt more than being spanked by the thick paddle. I let out a low moan, twisting on the bed, trying to find some way to get some friction between my legs.

Mr. Hansen didn’t wait. He moved onto the bed and put his hands on my hips, twisting me back onto my stomach, and lifting my hips up so I was on my knees. “Fuck me, please, please Daddy!” I moaned as he moved me. My breasts were pressing against the bed, my head turned to the side as I couldn’t hold myself up. My hands were still tied behind my back. Mr. Hansen didn’t wait. He thrust into me with a single, hard thrust, and immediately started fucking me harder than he had ever fucked me before. His body pressed against mine and each time he pushed into me, he hit my stinging ass and sent a shock of pain through me. The mixture of pain and pleasure was more incredibly than anything I had ever felt. It only took a short while for me to cum, and I did without warning. I screamed and moaned and pressed back against Mr. Hansen, my pussy clenching around his cock as I gasped for breath.

When I came down, Mr. Hansen pulled out of me and untied my hands. I let them drop to my side and I lifted myself off the bed. He grabbed me roughly and without warning, and I let out a short cry of surprise as he lay on his back and I tumbled on top of him. “You didn’t deserve to be fucked like that,” he said.

“I know I didn’t, Daddy,” I replied in my high-pitched, girly voice. “You’re too nice to me.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he replied, lightly tapping his hand against my ass. It stung more than a little tap should have, but I moaned softly and adjusted myself so I was straddling him. I was a little too far up, and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass, smooth and soaking with my juices. Mr. Hansen put his hands on my hips and pulled me back, positioning me over his cock, and I sank down on it easily. We both sighed, and he began to guide me at a slow, easy pace. “Are you going to be a naughty girl again, Claire?”

“No, Daddy,” I said, as I moved against his cock. He smiled.

“You can fuck any boy you want, baby,” he said to me. His words were incredibly steady for someone getting fucked, but I could still tell he was having trouble focusing on what he was saying to me. “Any boy. You’re eighteen and you should be able to fuck boys your own age.”

“I only want to fuck you, Daddy,” I moaned, leaning forward a bit.

“You say that now,” he replied. “I’m telling you, I don’t care. But I’m the ONLY one who gets to cum in your gorgeous little cunt, do you understand?”

I moaned, trying to move a bit faster, but his hands stopping me, waiting for my answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

He didn’t respond, just let his hands guide me slowly for a few more moments before he let go. I began to move harder against him, faster, and he thrust up into me, matching my pace. His hands moved around me, resting on my ass, and pushing me forward so my tits were in his face. He sucked and licked on my nipples as I rode his cock, and before I knew it, I was building up again, nearly ready to cum. Mr. Hansen was close, too, and I heard him groan into my tits before he began thrusting up into me erratically. He bit down lightly on my nipple as he began to shoot into my cunt, and it was enough to make me cum again. I cried out as my pussy tightened around his cock again, milking every last drop from him as I rode out my orgasm. When I came down, I collapsed on top of him, his softening cock still inside me as I gasped for breath on top of him.

Mr. Hansen slowly moved me off him, and I rolled onto the bed. My ass was still stinging from my spanking, but I barely noticed as he pulled the blankets over us and wrapped his arms around me. “I know I can’t have all of you to myself, Claire,” he whispered as we got comfortable. “I’m glad for whatever I can have, don’t ever doubt that.”

“You can have all of me, Daddy,” I mumbled. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He chuckled. I know he didn’t take me seriously, but I meant it. I was too tired to say anything else, though, and the last thing I remember before I drifted off to sleep was Mr. Hansen pressing his lips against my forehead.

It felt like only a few minutes later when those same lips were being pressed against my neck and his hands were rubbing my arms, gently shaking me awake. I sighed as the hands moved from my shoulders to my chest, fingers trailing against my skin and over my breast. I think that’s when Mr. Hansen realised I was awake, because he shifted a bit and cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers as he moved his lips from my neck to just under my ear, down my jaw and to the corner of my mouth. I couldn’t keep a slow smile from crossing my lips. I hadn’t even opened my eyes, and Mr. Hansen’s lips were against mine. He kissed me for a long moment before pulling back, moving his hand from my breast down to my hip. When he didn’t kiss me again, I reluctantly opened my eyes.

Mr. Hansen smiled when I opened my eyes, and I couldn’t help but grin back at him, pulling the blankets around me as I yawned. “Morning,” he said, pulling me close to him.

“It’s too early for morning,” I mumbled, though I smiled. He kissed me again, his hands resting on my hips. The kiss was comfortable, familiar, but still exciting. We simply kissed for a few moments, but when I started to slide my hands down his arms with the intent of wrapping my fingers around his cock, he pulled his lips away and put his hands over mine. I looked up at him, putting a little pout on my face.

Mr. Hansen chuckled. “Not now, baby,” he said. “You have to get ready for school.”

I groaned, shutting my eyes. “Do I have to?” I whined. “It’s the last day, we’re not doing anything anyways…”

“It’s your last day of high school for the rest of your life,” Mr. Hansen said. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and then moved off the bed. “Besides, I have a present for you.”

I rolled over and watched as he walked naked across my room and to my desk, frowning a bit. “A present?” I repeated, sitting up and letting my legs dangle over the edge of the bed as I pulled the blankets around me.

He paused and looked at me, his hand resting on something on my desk. “Don’t you want a present?” he asked.

“I didn’t think I deserved one,” I said softly.

Mr. Hansen looked at me for a long moment before crossing my room and settling himself on the bed next to me. He reached up and cupped my face, looking at me seriously. “Baby…” he started, “last night… I don’t want you to think…”

I had to look away from him as I shook my head. “I really am sorry,” I whispered, biting my lip.

“You shouldn’t be,” Mr. Hansen said. “Claire, you need to spend time with guys your own age and…”

“But I don’t want to,” I interrupted. “I didn’t even have fun and I felt like a whore. A really disgusting whore. And I wanted to be with you the whole time.”

“I know, baby,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean… well, we didn’t talk about it before hand, and it’s not your fault. I just…”

“What do you mean, you know?” I asked, frowning.

He laughed. “Jenny apparently called every Hansen in the phonebook in the middle of the night until she found me.”

“You were just at home?” I asked.

He shook his head. “She got my cell phone number off my answering machine and well… she gave me quite a talking to when I picked up.” I didn’t say anything, just silently thanked Jenny for what she did for me. “It doesn’t matter, what you did…” He paused again. “I didn’t… hurt you or anything…?”

I giggled. “Nothing that wasn’t worth it in the end,” I said.

Mr. Hansen laughed and leaned forward to kiss me. “Well then, let’s say that no one has to be sorry, and you deserve presents just as much as you did before.” He stood up and walked to my desk again. I watched as he picked up a white bag off my desk. “I got this the other day,” he explained as he turned around. “Go shower – quickly, you don’t have much time to get ready for school – and then you can open this. I’ll leave it in the bathroom.”

I giggled as he left the room, yawning and stretching as I looked over at the clock. He hadn’t left me much time to get ready. I got up quickly and grabbed some clothes, though I was fairly certain that Mr. Hansen had a new outfit for me in that bag. I made my way to the bathroom, holding the clothes against my chest in a lame attempt to cover my naked body, though it didn’t really matter. After all, even if Mr. Hansen was in the hallway instead of getting dressed in the guest room, why would I care if he saw me naked… again.

I entered the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me. The white bag was sitting on the counter, and I just couldn’t handle the suspense – I had to know what my present was.

I grinned as I pulled out what Mr. Hansen had bought me. Inside was a schoolgirl outfit that was modest enough for me to actually get away with wearing to school… but just barely. I giggled as I looked at everything he had gotten. He had gotten me a simple white blouse with short sleeves. It wasn’t quite as see-through as the one he had bought me the other day, but it was most definitely lower cut. There was also a plaid schoolgirl skirt that looked like it would hit a few inches above my knees. He had also gotten me a pair of low rise cotton panties trimmed with lace, with a simple matching white cotton bra. It was so tiny that I doubted it would hold my modest breasts. I giggled at the simplicity of the lingerie, but loved that it was so innocent. And I just knew that the thing that would make it even better would be if I shaved the tiny patch of hair I left on top of my pussy.

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body quickly before grabbing my razor and shave gel. I spread the cream over my mound quickly, letting the cool gel foam before I quickly but carefully began to slide the razor over my skin. I couldn’t keep a grin from spreading across my face as I imagined the look on Mr. Hansen’s face as he slid his hand into my little cotton panties and felt my smooth, bare mound. Just thinking about it was sending tingles through my body. There was only a small patch of hair, so it only took a few moments for me to become completely bare. I rinsed the razor and put it back on the shelf before letting my hand slide down between my legs. The water ran down my body and I gently brushed the rest of the foam off my mound, giggling at the foreign feel of my smooth pussy under my fingers.

I only had a moment to marvel at the difference shaving that tiny patch of hair made, though, as I still had to get ready for school. I turned the shower off and jumped out. It took me a little while to get ready. I dried my hair just slightly before pulling it into two long pigtails that I knew would be curly by the time they were fully dry. I then brushed my teeth before pulling on the tiny little bra and cotton panties. I jumped a bit as I pulled the over my ass, the skin still tender from the night before. I glanced back into the mirror as I pulled the panties up. My skin was still a light pink that contrasted with the white of my new panites. I had to giggle out loud as I pulled on the white blouse. It was modest enough to get to school with, but when I leaned forward just slightly, gave a nice view of my cleavage. I tucked it into the skirt, which was pleated, and when I walked, flipped up almost enough to reveal my round ass. I put just a touch of makeup on – mascara and a bit of my favourite cherry lip gloss, and laughed at how stereotypical I was being. I knew that Mr. Hansen would love it, no matter how cliché I was being.

I had just finished putting my makeup on when there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Claire, you’re going to be late,” Mr. Hansen said through the door. I took a final glance in the mirror before opening the door. Mr. Hansen’s mouth dropped open as I looked up at him from the doorway.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I said with a giggle as I brushed past him in the doorway. “I’ll just get my things and go.” I jogged lightly down the hallway, knowing my skirt was flipping up tantalizingly close to showing the little cotton panties he had bought me.

I left the door to my room open as I bent down to pick up my bag and my purse. When I straightened up, I turned to see Mr. Hansen standing in my doorway. I let him look up and down at my body before I giggled. “I’m gonna be late,” I said.

Mr. Hansen smiled at me, walking slowly into my and up to me. I looked up at him as he moved close to me, his hands moving onto my hips as he pulled me closer to him. “I think maybe I can drive you to school,” he said. “So we have a few more... uhh… minutes.”

He leaned down to try to kiss me, but I teasingly turned my head and pulled back. “Now, I can’t be late, it’s my last day of class,” I teased.

Mr. Hansen studied me for a moment, then laughed as he shook his head. “One kiss, then I’ll drive you to school,” he bargained, giving me no choice as he put a hand on my cheek and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him lightly, giggling after he pulled back. “Cherry?” he asked. I nodded. “You are a naughty tease,” he told me, slapping me lightly on my ass. I tried not to wince, knowing he didn’t know my skin was still tender.

I let Mr. Hansen lead me from the room and down the kitchen, where he made me eat a piece of toast and take an apple before he’d take me to school. The drive was quiet, Mr. Hansen glancing over at me every chance he could as I crossed my legs in the front seat, my skirt riding dangerously high up my legs as I stared out the window, pretending not to notice him looking at me. I kept shifting, letting my skirt ride higher and higher, and by the time we were a block away, Mr. Hansen had a noticeable bulge that I was desperate to get my hands on.

The drive only took a few minutes, and when we pulled up, I realised I still had a few minutes until I needed to be inside for classes. The front of the school was packed with buses, so Mr. Hansen had to drive one street over to find a place to stop. I glanced around as he put the car in park. There was no one around, not even the stoners who usually smoked on the curb just down from where we were parked.

“Well, baby,” Mr. Hansen said, turning in his seat to look at me. “Time to go.”

I undid my seat belt and let my purse slide to the floor, next to my backpack. “I’m a little early, actually,” I said, smiling as I shifted and moved across the front seat. “And I never said thank you for my present.” I leaned forward just slightly, my hands resting on his shoulders as I started to kiss his neck.

He groaned softly, his hand moving around my body and onto my ass. “Baby, we don’t have time…” he groaned.

“Aww, please Daddy?” I whined as I slid further down his body, kissing his chest through his shirt as my hands trailed down to undo the top of his pants. “I wanna be able to taste you all morning.”

Mr. Hansen groaned again and brought his hands to the top of my head, gently guiding me down his body a bit quicker. “How can I say no to that, baby?” he whispered.

I got his pants undone quickly and pulled his cock out. He was hard, and I stroked him firmly a few times before dipping my head the rest of the way into his lap and flicking my tongue against his cock. I teased his tip for a bit, licking and twirling my tongue around him as I lightly stroked his shaft. I didn’t have much time for teasing, though, so I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to work his cock. I bobbed my head quickly on his head, taking him deep into my mouth. Each time I moved on his cock, I took him a little deeper, until I felt dark, coarse hair brushing against my nose. I was shocked that I could take so much of him in my mouth. I guess having him fuck my mouth the night before had really helped my cock-sucking, I thought, a muffled giggle escaping as I sucked him.
The giggle made Mr. Hansen groan a little louder and thrust up into my mouth a bit. I did it again, guessing that he really liked it, and I felt him shudder as his hands moved to my pigtails. He wrapped his fingers in them, using my hair to pull me further down on his cock. “Baby, that’s amazing,” he moaned.

I moaned in response, his cock pressing against the back of my throat, the vibrations against his cock making him groan again. Suddenly, his grip on my hair grew tighter. “Baby,” he whispered. “There’s people up the street. Don’t move. We’ll get caught.”

So I sat there for a moment, Mr. Hansen’s cock buried in my mouth, his hands tangled in my pigtails. All I could hear was Mr. Hansen’s breathing, knowing his eyes were fixated on the people down the street. We stayed that way for a few moments, before I softly started to hum.

Mr. Hansen nearly jumped out of his seat. I couldn’t move my head, but I was able to send my vocal vibrations up his cock as I rubbed his balls. “Baby,” he gasped as he began pushing up into my mouth. I gagged a bit on his cock, but continued to hum as he fucked as much of my mouth as he could get away with without being too noticeable. “Baby,” he groaned. “They’re walking a bit closer… no, they’re just sitting… Claire, I’m going to cum in your mouth, baby.”

I responded by bobbing my head faster, humming all the while. I could move my head more freely now that Mr. Hansen had seen the people sit down, and I worked his cock the best I could. It didn’t take long for Mr. Hansen to shudder and his hands to tighten in my hair again. He groaned, and I felt his balls tighten as his cock thickened in my mouth. Half a moment later, his hot cum was shooting into my mouth, splattering against the back of my throat. I milked his cock eagerly, catching as much of his cum as I could, though he produced quite a load and I knew some of it was dripping out of my mouth and onto my chin. When I was sure that I had gotten everything, I swallowed and slowly sat back up, stooping in my seat a bit as to not draw any attention to my reappearance in the passenger seat. I wiped the cum off my chin and licked my fingers as I looked at Mr. Hansen, who was fumbling with his pants as he watched me eat his cum.

“Sweetie, you didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“I wanted to, Daddy,” I said, giggling. “Now I’ll be able to taste you all morning.”

He laughed, then started the car. “I’ll drive around to the front again,” he said. “You won’t be late, will you?”

I glanced at the clock and shook my head. The first bell would just be going and that gave me three minutes to rush to my class. Mr. Hansen drove to the front of the school, where people were pouring inside, and stopped just in front of the doors. “Thank you, baby,” he said, grinning at me. “That was very nice of you.”

“You know I liked it, Daddy,” I giggled. I leaned across the seat, knowing no one would notice as I kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. I knew Mr. Hansen could taste himself on me, and it made me tingle just to know it. I had to pull back and get to class long before I wanted to end the kiss.

“Have a good day, baby,” Mr. Hansen said as I opened the car door.

“See you tonight, Daddy!” I called as I shut the door. Knowing his eyes were still on me, I took a few steps and flipped the short little skirt up “accidentally,” showing Mr. Hansen my little cotton panties. Turning back, I giggled and waved before running towards the school.

This isn’t the end – look for part 5, coming soon!