I had been corresponding with Max for over eight months now and he was coming to my city to meet with me.
When the day finally arrived, the butterflies were making me nauseous. I told Beverly, my best friend's mother, about the meeting and she insisted on driving me, meeting Max, and checking the situation out for my safety.
Beverly helped me pick out a dress and it took me forever to decide. I must have tried on everything I own in every combination.
We decided on black lace bra and panties with sheer black stockings and garter belt with high heeled black pumps and a black skirt and a maroon silk blouse. I did admit I looked quite tasty.
Max had arranged for a hotel room downtown. I was to arrive dressed a girl and check-in.
When Beverly and I approached the front desk with my overnight bag in tow, I thought I was going to throw up. The front desk clerk smiled as we walked up.
"Good evening, how can I help you?" he asked.
"Do you have a reservation for Max Manheim?" I stammered.
"Yes, your father has already checked in," the clerk explained, "You must be his daughter, Samantha, and his wife, Beverly."
"Yes." I smiled.
Beverly nodded.
"He is just in the bar, but he told me to tell you to go up to the room and wait for him," he explained.
Beverly said to me, "I'm going to talk to your father, go up and wait for us, sweetie."
"Okay," I replied and headed toward the elevators. I watched as Beverly headed toward the bar.
I rode up the elevator with a very wealthy looking woman. She smiled at me as we traveled up to the twenty-first floor.
I nervously straightened my skirt.
"Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked.
"Yes, I am meeting my Daddy, and I am nervous, I don't get to seem him very often," I told her.
"Divorce is a terrible thing, and you look very pretty tonight, I am sure he will be happy to see you," she told me.
I smiled as she believed I was a girl.
"Thank you, that makes me feel better," I told the woman truthfully.
I got off on my floor and waved to her as the elevator doors closed. I then made it down to the hotel room door. I slipped the card key in slowly opened the door.
The lights were on, and the television had soft music playing. As I walked around the corner, I saw a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket. On the table was a white box with a pink ribbon on it. There was a card that simply said: 'Samantha.'
I opened the card and read it.
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Hello babygurl,
Thank you for coming to this special day.
I hope that you are not too nervous.
Daddy is going to take your virginity today.
I want you to put on your sexy lingerie.
Then, put on the hand and ankle cuffs.
I then want you to put the smaller vibe in your boypussy.
Turn it on.
Then kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for Daddy.
Do not touch yourself!
Max Daddy
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As I looked back to the bed, I saw silk ropes and leather hand and ankle cuffs, a small vibrator, and a larger one that looked like a cock and a black leather paddle. I was a little more nervous now having seen the setup, but I trusted Max and knew he wouldn't hurt me, and he had shown most of these before in pictures.
I quickly got ready as per Max's instructions.
I kneeled at the foot of the bed and waited.
Fifteen minutes had gone by and still no Max. The vibrator in my asshole was making me incredibly horny, and my cock was hard and aching.
I looked at the clock on the television: 9:17 pm. It had been more than an hour. I reached down and rubbed my cock in my panties. It felt so good. I rubbed my hard cock up and down. I then reached around and moved the vibe in and out of my asshole. It felt utterly amazing. Then, suddenly I heard the door unlock and open. I adjusted my panties and got ready for Max's entrance.
Max and walked confidently into the room, followed by Beverly. Max looked so handsome was in a sharp blue suit and open white shirt.
I was a little embarrassed being so exposed to the two of them until Beverly spoke.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Beverly said, first.
"Gorgeous," Max added.
Max turned to Beverly.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay?" Max asked.
"No, this is your special night; I want it to be about Samantha," Beverly said.
"Well, maybe next time." Max grinned.
"Yes, maybe," Beverly smiled slyly.
Beverly knelt beside me and whispered in my ear.
"Max and I discussed everything, follow the rest of his orders and he will take care of you, I trust him." She whispered.
Then she kissed me deeply on the lips.
"Have fun," Beverly said as she walked out the door.
Max pulled his phone from his jacket pocket. He showed me the image on the phone, and it was a 'live' image of us in the room. I then realized that Max was watching me from a hidden camera. I gulped as I realized he saw me touching myself, even though he ordered me not to.
"You have been a bad girl, haven't you, Samantha?" Max told me.
"Yes, Daddy," I said, bowing my head.
"Do you know what happens to bad girls that disobey their Daddy?" he asked.
I didn't know what the right answer was, but I guessed.
"Spanking?" I blurted out.
"That's right, baby girl, a good hard spanking," he told me, "and maybe you won't get Daddy's cock tonight."
I must have had a look of horror on my face, as that was the worst punishment of all. I had been dreaming of Max's cock for eight months now. I have fantasized about Max fucking me in my tight boypussy as he liked to call it. Take my virginity. I started to whimper, and tears began to flow.
"Please, Daddy. I promise to be a good girl!" I cried, "please, I will take any punishment, but please let me have Daddy's cock tonight." I pleaded.
"We will see," Max told me as he picked me up off the floor.
Max sat on the bed and took me and laid me across his lap. He lowered my panties to my knees. He took out the vibrator and put it to the side.
Smack! Max's hand came down on my pale ass.
"Each time I spank you, I want you to tell me the number and that you are sorry, Daddy," Max instructed. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I answered.
Smack! His hand came down harder.
"One. I am so sorry, Daddy," I said.
Smack!
"Two. I am so sorry, Daddy."
Smack!
Tears were rolling down my cheeks. My pale bottom was a stinging red hue.
Twenty-five smacks and twenty-five "I'm sorry" by the end of my punishment.
Max lifted me off of his lap and stood me in front of him. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed the tears from my face.