Dead Girl Ch. 09

Chp. 9

When Don and Flora got home from dinner, they sat down together on the couch so Flora could show Don her new 'job'. With her phone she showed him her social media accounts.

She'd been pretty busy, posting pictures on Instagram and short dancing videos on TikTok. Initially they were mostly from the waist down.

"I was hiding my bruises," Flora explained.

When the bruise on her neck faded, pictures with her breasts began to appear. Her face was shown once her black eye could be covered by makeup. Finally, were full body shots, but always with something covering the bruise on her ribs. Don finally got why Flora had been wearing a pulled down tube top all week.

The pictures were sexy and suggestive, but she was never actually naked. He recognized her (and his) favorite cut-off jean shorts, the micro-bikini, and some of the panties she wore. But there were other outfits he didn't recognize, along with wigs he'd never seen. In the pictures she bent over, or lay in her back with her legs open, or on her side with her butt facing the camera. She danced or posed suggestively. She called them "lewds" as opposed to nudes.

"Where are you getting all this stuff?" Don asked.

"What stuff?"

"The wigs, the underwear, the...toys you used." Don blushed a little.

"So you did watch," Flora exclaimed, smiling. "From guys,"she answered simply.

"What guys?"

Flora showed him her Instagram profile. "See this link?" She tapped it, opening a new page filled with other links to Twitter, TikTok, and more. "This page links to all my accounts. And they all link back here." She tapped one. "This is my Amazon wishlist." Flora scrolled down showing Don various images of lingerie, sex toys, camera equipment, and more.

"And guys just buy this stuff and send it here?" Don was incredulous.

"Amazon sends it here. They don't know where here is though," she reassured him.

"What do they get in return?" Don asked skeptically.

Flora shrugged. "My gratitude?"

"Uh-huh.That's it?"

"I don't know," she shrugged again. "I'll probably make special content on the site just for them. Something like that."

"So what's this site, then?" Don asked.

Flora put the phone down and picked up the laptop, handing it to Don. The browser was already up and open to her page. Don started scrolling through it as Flora slid over next to him. Her leg and arm touched his as she nestled in close to him.

"Is this some kind of service site?" he asked as he scrolled through the page. It was mostly pictures he'd already seen before, but he knew clicking on the sets would show him the naughtier subscription content. He wanted to look at it, but not with her sitting practically on top of him.

"Yeah," Flora said. "There's a standard page layout and they charge a small fee for every subscription."

Don clicked through some of the navigation. "It's not great," he remarked. "But I've seen worse." He ended on a page of her latest picture set. Scrolling through he couldn't help but stop when he saw a picture of her spreading her pussy lips open with her fingers as she stared at the camera. He tried to quickly continue past it, but was sure she saw him linger.

"I don't really like it," she said scrunching up her nose.

Don sat back. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Just little things really," Flora said. She picked the computer up off Don's lap, moving it to her own. Her hand brushed against his upper thigh when she put it under the laptop. "I can't keep the sets in chronological order, I can't add videos to a set of pictures, and it looks like everybody else's page. I'm not like everybody else, am I Don?"

"No, you're not," Don agreed. "But the way these service sites work is to sacrifice control for ease of use. Is keeping it in chronological order important? Usually sites provide sorting tools so users can..."

"It's important," Flora insisted.

"Well, in that case." Don reached over to use the track pad. His palm rested against the edge of the computer just inches from her crotch. His upper arm pressed against her near breast. She didn't move away from him. He looked through the admin menu. "I don't see any way to customize the code. You're stuck with this."

Flora sighed, pushing her breast harder against his arm. "Yeah, I figured."

Don moved away from her sitting upright again. Flora followed him a little, leaning slightly against him. "You could try some other site. I'm sure there's more than one of these. Or, you could make your own."

"Make my own website?" Flora was doubtful. "I'm not exactly a computer expert, Don."

"You don't have to be," Don assured her. "There are lots of tools available to make it easier. And I can help. It'll be a good leaning opportunity for you."

"Awesome!" Flora said enthusiastically. "Who doesn't love a good learning opportunity?" Flora's smile veered suddenly sideways into a smirk.

"Stop," Don said with a grin. "I'm serious. It's a good opportunity to learn a very valuable skill. And, you'll end up with exactly what you want."

"OK, Don," Flora sighed. "If you promise to help. Let's do it."

"Great," Don said excitedly. He'd never been able to convince any of his family to work with him this way. He pulled the computer from Flora's lap, returning her early brush of a hand along an upper thigh.

Flora chose deadgirl.com as her site URL. "It's me. Get it?"

Don bought the name and some hosting space. Then he installed his favorite development tools. He had Flora watch everything he did. He didn't expect her to understand everything from seeing it once, but to her credit, she did pay attention. She sat close to him as he worked, her breast rubbing his arm, her thigh touching his. He hoped she wouldn't notice his semi-hardon, but also didn't care if she did. It seemed like that water had passed under the bridge they were building some time ago.

On Saturday, Don built the scaffolding for the site based on one that Flora liked, and using the preferences she specified. After Flora populated the pages with text, Don added billing software and created three subscriber levels.

On Sunday the site was finally ready to transfer over the existing images and subscribers.

"Can you do it for me, Don? Please." Flora smiled and batted her eyelashes, and, just for good measure, put her hand on his chest.

Don made an exasperated face, but really he was eager to. He realized right away that it would give him access to all her photos and videos. Maybe she knew that too.

"I need to create more content or all this will be for nothing," Flora explained.

Don spent the rest of the day with a hardon that came and went as he slowly transferred Flora's existing content to the new site. Sure, he'd seen it all before, but this was the first time he'd had the freedom to indulge in really staring at her, studying her. The way her pubic mound became pink when she was aroused; the size, shape, color, and texture of her labia; how far her nipples protruded when they were fully erect; the way her ass looked in a variety of panties and short-shorts; the muscles in her thighs and stomach when they were clenched; how her toes curled and her neck and chest blushed when she came. Everything about Flora was exquisite, Don thought. And he didn't just mean her tight, young body. She was a true treasure.

When he was nearly done, Flora came out of her room.

"Stop dawdling, Don. I've got more," she announced, waving a small memory card.

Don shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Flora plopped down next to him. A close up picture of her fingers pulling open her glistening wet labia filled the screen.

"Mmmm," she purred, nestling against him. "You like that one?"

"I like them all," Don deflected. "These are really good quality images. You're taking these with your phone?"

Flora chuckled. "No. My friends have bought me a digital camera with a remote, and a ring light."

He wasn't sure if it was the close up image triggering his imagination, but Don thought he could smell Flora's pussy as she moved in next to him.

"Wow. That must have been expensive," he said, trying not to think about her wet pussy.

"I guess," Flora shrugged.

"OK," Don said, changing the subject. "Well, this will be a good lesson in uploading images to the new site." Don handed the laptop to Flora and walked her through the steps.

Don recognized the tube top she wore in the pictures from one of her masturbation shows that week. She wore with it some tight shorts that made him think of roller skating in the 70s, but much sexier.

"I want to add a video too," she told him when all the pictures had been uploaded.

Flora navigated to a folder and opened one of the files. He immediately recognized the video. Her outfit in the photos wasn't a coincidence. She'd picked it to match the video. She seemed to always be thinking ahead. She was constantly impressive. Flora added the video, and it all fit seamlessly together.

The last thing to do was update the links from Flora's old site and set up a redirect to the new one. Everything worked perfectly. Don was pleasantly surprised. And he found the weekend's work fun and fulfilling. It stood in marked contrast to the next week back in the office.

The only bright spot during each day was Flora's 1 o'clock performance. It thrilled him to watch her. But knowing that she was filming it for her website made it even more detached from him than her use of 'Daddy' had. He felt that she was growing beyond him, and the thought made him sad. He knew that was stupid, because she'd always been beyond him. He'd set it up that way, for her benefit, and likely his. It was the only thing that made sense. But still that lonely longing, that suppressed dream remained, and Don himself had made sure it would stay that way.

On Wednesday Flora picked him up as usual. But she was strangely quiet in the car. It made Don's feeling of losing her even more acute. By the time they got home he was practically depressed.

In the house, Flora asked him to sit with her for a moment.

"I need to ask you a favor," she said nervously. "And I want you to think about it before you answer. OK?"

"Don feared this was the beginning of a 'talk'. "OK," he agreed morosely.

"Are you alright?" Flora asked.

"Yeah," Don assured her. "I'm fine. Go ahead." He smiled weakly.

"OK." Flora took a deep breath. "I want...I need you to spank me, Don." She smiled weakly, uncertain about how he would react.

"What?" Don was shocked. "Why? What do you mean?"

"You know what a spanking is, don't you Don. You use your hand to smack my bare butt. It's pretty basic."

"Yes," Don said with exasperation. "I know what a spanking is. Why do you need one? Why me?"

"I need a video of me getting spanked by a man. You're the only man around here." She looked around the room.

"But why do you need that?" Don was incredulous.

Flora looked down. "I just do, Don," she said quietly. She looked back up at him. "Do you trust me Don?"

Don clicked his tongue. That wasn't fair. Of course he wanted to tell her yes, but this was a big ask. He'd always been wary of this new venture of hers, but he was impressed by how diligently she'd approached it. He wanted to help her however he could, but spank her? He didn't understand. But there was a lot he didn't understand about her generation, and sexual peccadilloes for that matter. It seemed like so much had changed since he was young.

He sighed deeply. "Of course I do. OK."

Flora brightened. "So you'll do it?"

"Yeah. I guess." Don was resigned. "If that's what you think you need."

Flora threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Don." She stood up. "You ready?"

"Now?" Don asked, surprised.

"Are you doing something else?"

"Well, alright," Don agreed nervously. He followed Flora into her room. There was an expensive looking digital camera with a ring light about two feet from the foot of her bed, facing it.

"You don't have to say anything," Flora explained as she messed with the camera. "I'll shoot an intro segment later and put them together. I'll stand here. When I say action you walk over and sit on the edge of the bed in front of me. The camera won't see your face, OK? You pull my pants down and then put me over your knee. Got it?"

"Sure," Don confirmed. "Then I start...?"

Flora nodded, flashing Don a wide grin. "Start spanking."

Don sighed. "OK. I'm ready. I guess."

"And you're mad at me Don, so be a little rough. You know? Spank me hard."

Don nodded. "Rough. Got it."

Flora looked through the camera again before standing in front of it with her legs slightly open. She took off her t-shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts so Don could yank them off easily. She took a deep breath and looked at Don. He looked nervous.

"Relax, Don. Nice and easy," she said gently. He nodded. "Action."

Don took a deep breath and then moved in front of Flora and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at him expectantly. He reached up wrapping his fingers around the top of her shorts at her hips. He yanked her shorts down brusquely. Flora made a short gasp. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly down onto his lap. Flora gasped again.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Don wondered briefly what it was he was punishing her for. The thought dissipated quickly as he looked at her firm round ass on his lap. She was wearing a lavender thong that disappeared quickly between her ass cheeks. He raised his hand and hesitated momentarily before bringing it down on her outside cheek with a loud slap.

Flora cried out and jumped a little in his lap. "Please, Daddy. I'm sorry."

Don slapped her other cheek, eliciting the same response. "I promise, Daddy. Please."

Don spanked her again, then again. He watched her ass jiggle with each blow. Her luscious globes began to redden as he continued to spank her. Her shrieks turned to moans.

"Please, Daddy. I promise."

"What do you promise?" His question surprised them both. He wasn't supposed to speak.

Flora looked up at him. Her eyes were blurry with tears. "I promise not to fuck anyone else again, Daddy. Only you."

Her words reverberated through his brain gaining in volume and power with each reflection. 'Yes!' he thought. He felt the thought with his whole body, gaining strength and confidence from it. Once again, she'd gotten into his head, finding the thought he had there before he did. His deepest fantasy, that she was his, and his alone. The conjunction was too powerful for him to ignore. He was pulled into it, forced to indulge himself in it.

Don spanked her hard and she yelped. He did it again, and again, smacking her hard and fast. He found himself enjoying punishing her. His weeks of self-imposed frustration, his previous sadness at the thought he was losing her, his arousal at touching her, at making her cry out, all finding vent with each blow to her jiggling ass.

He stopped and heard Flora breathing heavily. Her ass was bright red.

He ran his hands softly over the redness, feeling its heat.

"Whose pussy is this?" He asked her without thinking. He ran a finger between her red cheeks and over her panty covered quim.

Flora gasped loudly. She swallowed hard. "It...it's your pussy, Daddy."

"Yes. It is." Don said softly. "But why is it wet?" His tone rose to anger. "This isn't punishment for you, is it?"

"Daddy, I...I'm sorry." Flora's voice was pleading.

'Was she still acting?' Don wondered. "Stand up," he demanded. Flora stood up gingerly, facing her bright red ass to the camera. "Turn around," Don said sternly. Flora turned showing the camera the small triangular patch of lavender lace that was the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. Don yanked them down to her ankles.

Flora gasped again. "Daddy, what are you...?"

"Sit," Don commanded, patting his knees.

Flora sat in his lap without hesitation. He was glad she could feel his hardon as she squirmed against it.

"Daddy, you're so ha..."

Before she could finish, Don put his hands under her ass and easily picked her up, sliding her forward to his knees. He put his hands between her legs and pulled them open, roughly. Flora gasped again, falling back against him.

"Daddy?" Flora questioned.

Don answered with a slap against her pussy. Flora screamed, jumping and closing her legs. Don pulled them open and slapped her pussy again, still holding one leg so she couldn't close them again. .

"Keep them open," he warned.

"Yes Daddy," she whimpered.

He rubbed his hands softly along her wet labia, causing her to jump slightly in premature anticipation. Then he slapped her again. She cried out, but kept her legs open.

"Good girl," he praised, as he rubbed her again.

Flora started to moan. Don slapped her pussy again, making her yelp. He slapped her again, before rubbing her some more.

"You're just getting wetter," he said disappointedly. "How am I supposed to teach you a lesson?" he asked.

Flora breathed heavily against him. "Please Daddy. I've learned my..."

Don slapped her pussy again. Flora jumped with a shriek.

Don felt a little guilty about how much he was enjoying punishing Flora. But there was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying it too. She was so wet she was practically dripping. And she could stop him with a single word, but she didn't. Maybe she was still playing a part, and this uncertainty increased his frustration and his enthusiasm. But she couldn't fake her wetness or the shudders that he felt running through her small body against his.

Don looked around the room. On the nearby dresser he spotted one of those bright pink powerful internal vibrators that he'd seen on some porn videos. He put his hands under Flora's ass again and lifted her as he stood up. He dropped her onto the edge of the bed with her knees on the floor, her red ass facing the camera.

Flora lay on the bed facing away from Don, bracing herself for another hard spanking. Don moved out of the camera's view for a moment. His hand reappeared holding the vibrator by its "tail". He rubbed it against Flora's wet pussy, twisting it around to make sure it was fully coated. Flora moaned, not knowing what exactly Don was doing.

Suddenly he pushed the vibrator into her. Flora gasped and turned to look. Don hit the button on the remote control and Flora fell forward into the bed.

"Oh fuck!" she shouted.

Don turned the vibrator back off.

"Daddy, what are you...?"

Don turned it back on, cutting Flora off sharply.

"Oh God," she gasped.

Don left it on. Flora began clawing at the bed, shrieking and squirming. She pulled herself onto the bed, trying desperately to get away from the powerful sensations being created inside her. "Ugh. Gug." Were the only sounds she could manage to make.

Don switched the vibrator off, leaving Flora panting and shaking on the bed.

"Oh my God," she finally said. "Fuck."

Don spanked her again, hard. Flora jumped with a scream. "Have you learned your lesson yet," he asked sternly.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," Flora begged.

Don turned the vibrator back on, sending Flora back into writhing hysteria.

"Oh Go...Fuck!" She screamed and tried to curl herself into a ball. But there was no escape. She rolled over the bed trying to find refuge, but there was none, until Don chose to to grant it. Flora came again, shrieking. "Please," she tried to beg, but was overtaken again. "Ggg..uhhh."

Finally, Don turned the vibrator off. Flora continued to writhe and shake on the bed, moaning and panting. He threw the remote into the bed next to her, walked in front of the camera and said, "You're mine. Don't make me remind you again," then walked to the door and closed it. After he was done pantomiming leaving, Don knelt on the bed next to Flora. He put his hand gently on her shoulder. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was still breathing heavily. He could feel her muscles twitching and shuddering under his touch.