Desiring the Forbidden by Megan Michaels Page A

who wanted to be his little girl, call him Daddy — and yet have this grown woman consenting to spanking, bondage, anal, and many other things he loved — it was better than winning the lottery in his book.
    Yet, as much as he looked for any opportunity — fun, or otherwise — to spank his girl, he would feel bad afterward, watching her cry, seeing the tears tracking silently down her cheeks, made something twist painfully inside of him. Though it was impossibly early in their relationship, he already knew he loved Sunni. He had no doubt about it. He would never have guessed that he’d feel it so strongly for his daughter’s friend — and part of him felt guilty about it. But he didn’t choose to love her, didn’t even choose to have a relationship with her. She just sort of… fell into his lap.
    And for that he’d be eternally grateful.
    Not everyone he knew was lucky enough to find their dream girl. To also have that same girl meet their kinky needs only made things all the sweeter. It was indeed a very rare thing, and he didn’t take that for granted. He knew as soon as that first time she’d called him ‘Daddy’ that’d she’d be his girl for as long as she wanted — which he hoped would be many, many years.
    There were many days that he wondered why he was wired the way he was. Even as a young man, he couldn’t wait to be a real father, having a house full of children and a devoted wife, people to care for and cherish. Keeping diligent watch over them all had been more than a role or responsibility. He took it more seriously than his peers. He watched and listened to his friends. None of them seemed to regard the role in the same way he did. He supposed it was part of the reason why he’d become a trooper, satisfying his need to exert his authority, to protect those under his care.
    So once the kids became older and he didn’t have to hover and keep close tabs on this as much, he felt the void it left. His first girlfriend after the divorce had been much younger than him, and she had agreed to be his little girl. But she didn’t really have the submissive traits required, she saw it more as role play, a reason to manipulate and be a brat. That wasn’t what he wanted. Of course, he loved having a bratty backside to wallop every now and then. Who didn’t? But overall, he wanted someone who cared about him and his needs, someone who would love his sensitive side, who’d spend the time it took to nurture it. He felt he’d found that with Sunni. She loved his sensitive and caring side, loved that he hovered and watched her closely. It didn’t threaten her or make her angry, and she had just enough sassiness and fire to keep things interesting. Just enough to keep her bottom a pretty shade of pink too.
    Now, his biggest concern was his natural baby girl. He hoped Brittney would be okay with the dynamic he had with Sunni. What his daughter wanted and felt mattered to him. He’d never hurt his daughter for anything in the world. But, he also knew how Brittney could be. She had a difficult streak in her a mile wide, and it had taken a great deal of parental control of her to curb her tendencies. He’d decided let her know as soon as she came to the house, and to make it clear with her that he wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect toward him or Sunni. Trying to balance the love he had for both of them would be difficult, but he wouldn’t jeopardize what he’d found with Sunni simply because his daughter wanted to cause trouble. If Brittney was genuinely upset, well, that would be something they would need to address. But he wouldn’t think about that until he had to.
    It wasn’t the time for that though. He needed to deal with the naughty girl in front of him. She’d put herself at risk, and he wouldn’t tolerate it. She’d learn her lesson the hard way.
    “Madison?”
    “Y-yes, Daddy.” She jumped when he called her name.
    “Pull your panties off, and drop them in the corner. Then come stand