It's freezing outside at 6 am on a Sunday winter morning.

It can get that way in Melbourne. But to those loyal people that are waiting in line to get out of the cold for what everyone calls 'church', it's worth it. I'm one of those loyal people who are there with their group every week without fail. Addicted. The line shuffles closer to the warmth coming from the entrance to the club. As the excitement nears, my eyes begin to lose focus and shake, when I feel the effects of love and happiness.

As we finally get inside, the darkness takes over and the humming of the bass grows and takes hold of your heart, making your chest feel heavy, the compression of your chest beating faster and harder with the beat, as it gets clearer.

Out of the darkness come the red and blue hues of light. The music becomes louder and the bass finally comes through and people are already dancing away, or having what looks like shouting matches over the loud music. People make their way to the seats or benches around the club, or or as my group does, the bar, to get our steadiness back. Four Agwa bombs instead of the standard Jager bombs that most people drink; this for us always makes the start of church go as intended.

It's mostly the same crew of people, but sometimes you do get a few new faces this early. The place is already packed and it's only been ten minutes. That's why you have to be loyal - it is harder to get in the fuller it gets. We all spread out. We have different modes of how we like to have fun. My boys love to try and pick up anything that lets them, whereas I just like the music. People get pretty loose here.

I put my dark-tinted glasses over my eyes. It might seem weird at first to see in a nightclub, but if you know, you know, and I close my eyes, standing in the middle of this dungeon that they call a nightclub. The effects of the pills are kicking in. I was told they were a special batch.

My skin starts to heat up and beads of sweat roll down my face. The music is blaring, and the bass is pounding away with my heart. I am slowly beginning to sync with the beat. My body has no control as the music takes my mind to another reality.

My skin begins to crawl as I finally open my eyes, making it seem like atoms are colliding together and shooting off like fireworks to the harmonies that I hear. They’re dancing and moving hypnotically, the walls breathing in unison with the drum and kick of the song. My mouth is parched and I look over to the bar to see what is the quickest way out of this situation.

I weave slowly through the crowd and finally make my way to the bar and see another flash. I close my eyes and open them again, and I see her.

I'm stunned for a moment. She's radiating gold, and I can't tell if it's the drugs or her aura that I am seeing.

A goddess.

But my mouth is crying out to me. I see an opening on the other end of the bar and just go there. I order a shot of Jack and a glass of water. I think I need something to calm me down and also some courage to approach such a beautiful sight. I quickly shoot it and have a sip of water to get rid of the taste.

Looking back over, she's gone, but with my sigh of defeat, I hear a trumpet that sounds familiar. It perks me up in the same instant - my song. The rolling simple bassline and trumpet kick in and I get a wave of emotion. Pure happiness suddenly rushes through me, and I race to the centre of the floor ready to go crazy. I close my eyes again so I can see all the shapes my mind makes, and the music is making me feel so good.

All of a sudden, I am taken out of my trance by some shouting. Annoyed, I open my eyes, and I know I have to move. I know this place like the back of my hand, and so I go to my spot where I can just zone out with the music. I shuffle and boogie my way through the crowd towards the pillar. My zone. There's a fan that helps with the overheating, and the speakers are so close. It makes most people avoid the area, and the evidence is clear as there are only a few select people that brave this spot.

I shut my eyes harder and just keep doing what I'm doing, feeling the pulse of the music bring me back to the euphoria. I finally get into my groove, and I hear shouting again. How is this possible in this spot? I open my eyes and slowly look around but see nothing. Maybe the drugs are doing something weird. The words “special batch” ring in my ears.

I feel someone yank the glasses off my face. With my eyes still closed, I scowl and get angry at whoever has done this. Then I slowly open my eyes.

There she is.

She is a head shorter than me. Hair flowing and wavy. Tight golden top. Small black mini skirt. Smooth skin all over. She is perfect.

My mouth drops open in shock and then closes quickly in anger. I snatch back my glasses and start to walk away. I shouldn't be doing that, but my mind is so angry with my heightened emotions.

I take a few steps and I feel her grab my shoulder and stop me in my tracks. We make eye contact and my emotions change suddenly again. My heart is racing.

Lust.

She grabs my hand and pulls me along and through the crowd, weaving and yanking me. Exchanging sweat and looks with people, we make it to the smokers’ area.

The sunlight slips through the hazy, smoke-filled alleyway. The old cobblestone of Melbourne is still showing through after so many years. The sound is replaced by people chattering away, huddled close together, and the rhythmic sounds of the bass. As we step through the threshold of light, I’m still being yanked by this petite thing. Small tears form in my eyes and the brightness overwhelms me for a second, but slowly it all comes back.

She drags me to the back corner, which is empty, and we finally exchange our first words.

She says to me in her soft, sweet voice, looking down, looking sheepish, "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to upset you."

I don't know what to say. I've never seen her before - I don't think I have, at least. Wracking my brain, my heart speeds up, thinking about all the times I've been here and all the people I've met, and nothing comes to me.

She sees my eyes pop out of my head for a second, and she puts her fingers to my lips.

"Ok, so let me set this straight. I can see you trying to figure out what's going on." She moves her hand back down, and my heart relaxes.

I finally say my first words. "Who are you?"

"I'm Mika," she says, so sweetly. "I've been watching you for a long time. Every weekend I see you. You arrive and go to the bar with your friends and have a quick drink, then they ditch you and try to find some easy pickings while you... you just dance, not bothering anyone, in your own world, in your own favourite spot."

I slowly take in what she says and reply, "I don't get ditched, we just have different interests."

"Anyways, I saw you this morning and you looked extra in the zone while being in a different spot. I couldn’t help myself. I finally got the courage to say hello to you before, and you just walked to your normal spot. I just followed you, and I didn't want to take no for an answer - you were never gonna come to me, so I had to at least make myself known to you. Now I have, finally! I can get that off my chest."

She doesn’t notice she is rambling, and I don’t get most of what she says, but I get the general idea. My mind is racing. I've never actively sought out adventures like this, but I'm not going to let this slip out of my grasp.

Gathering all the composure I have, the drugs playing me like a fiddle, lust-driven, I quickly gather my thoughts and take a deep breath before I put on my darkest voice possible.

"Well Mika, since you seem to finally want to know who Daddy is, let me introduce him to you.” I grab her hand and yank her close to me.

I head toward the alleyway exit, past the security barricades, and take a quick right turn out to a side street. We take a stroll towards an alcove, and I yank her right into it to stop us there.

I pull my wallet out of my pocket and look for my swipe card to the apartment we rent right near the nightclub for moments like these. I hope my friends haven't been so quick. It has only been a short time, it seems, in this whirlwind of a situation. I swipe through the door, and we make our way to the elevator.

I hit the button that brings the elevator. Luckily, it's already close to the ground floor, so the wait isn’t long. We hear the ‘Ding!’ and the doors open. I gesture my hand towards the elevator, indicating for Mika to enter. As she walks past me, I look her up and down and know this may be the wildest night of my life.

Still holding hands, she turns and faces me. She is so small compared to me. I let go of her hand, and she jumps up high, arms around my neck, eyes locked, and instinctively, I put my arm out to catch her arse as she wraps her legs around my waist. She tries to kiss me, but I pull my head away and her face shows a sad expression.

"Daddy doesn't let bad girls get what they want.''

She smiles and her face perks up.

“I still have to punish you for taking my glasses away from me while I was dancing."

Her lip quivers and her legs tighten around me, squeezing the breath from me.

The ping of the elevator takes us out of the moment and she jumps off me. I grab her hand and we make the short path to the door. There's no knowing if anyone is there. We hear moaning to the left and right of us. People must be having some early morning fun already. I put the card next to the door on the sensor and it unlocks. It's quiet. Good.

I think about what is going to happen. I lock the door and look around, telling her to go to the bathroom and freshen up and make sure she is clean. I assure her if I move a few things around nobody can get in. She looks me in the eye and just nods and walks away wiggling her arse, trying to entice me and break me. But my face remains impassive, showing no emotion. The door closes to the bathroom and a few seconds later I hear water from the shower.

Perfect, I have time. I rush to the single-seater couch in the lounge and drag it close to the door. I sprint to the bedroom and get the blanket and roll it up and put it in front of the door and then jam the couch on that. I don't want the screams to penetrate the walls - or for my friends to make it in, for that matter. I don't want them to see this side of me. I go to the kitchen and make my way to the drawers. There's a wooden spoon. Perfect. I make my way to the bedroom and place the utensil on the nightstand, then go back to wait in front of the bathroom, for this random girl who called me daddy to be punished.

The water stops and a few seconds later she walks out. Petite, but perfect in every way.

"Ok Mika, let's get this started," I say. "Go to the bedroom now and get on all fours."

She does this without hesitation. I duck into the bathroom and grab some towels and follow her into the room. My heart quickens and the lust grows. The need and want to punish the girl is almost making me feel like giving into the scenario and just taking what I want, but I know some trust has to be built before the real fun can begin.

I inhale the perfume of this beauty in front of me, bearing smooth supple flesh. Her curves are accentuated by the position she is in. I walk past her and grab the wooden spoon, twirling it over in my finger like a drummer ready to belt out his favourite beat. I firmly say, “Are you ready?”

Her reply, “Yes Daddy,” sends a shiver up my spine.

I step behind her. ”What number do you deserve for taking my glasses off my face?”

“Five?”

“Count them out,” I reply, and I take my hand back and lightly swing it, hitting the spoon on her left cheek.

“One,” I hear her gasp as I slowly rub her impact mark. I swing again and get the other cheek.

“Two,” I hear her moan. I rub the spot and notice the wet sheen building on her cunt.

I strike again.

“TH-reee-ugh,” I hear her whimper and breathe out. The wetness is building more and my desire to not hold back is getting higher. Again I hit her.

“Four.” Her voice is calm, she knows she's at the final stretch. With one last swing, I hit her arse for the last time with the wooden spoon.

“Five!” The marks are rising a bit now, and I begin to massage and help ease the pain I have caused the beautiful angel before me.

“You have been a good girl, now you will get your reward,” I say, and I slowly start trailing, kissing up her spine. She shivers. “Get up and stand next to the bed.”

She obeys my command. My mind is in overdrive, the sight in front of me almost making me pass out. My cock is rock hard and waiting to explode. It has been a long time since I have been with a woman.

I grab her waist, pull her towards me, and kiss her on the lips after denying it for so long. The passion is intense, and I can see literal sparks flying off us due to the drugs. Our eyes lock together as we meld into one…