Fetish Library: DDLG

A Kiss On The Forehead

This series is dedicated to the peculiar, the weird, the not-so-missionary of it all. It's the curious little quirks in our sex lives that show up in the oddest of places. Some volumes may seem pretty basic by now as we've expanded our sexual tastes- but nonetheless, we spend the time deliciously celebrating each individual kink as we peruse - the Fetish Library. Please do keep in mind though that these stories aren't meant to be detailed explainers for the how and why of things, that all participants are 18 and over, and situations where consent isn't explicitly given are strictly fantasy.

"Randy, are you ready to go or what?" Rebecca slammed the door behind her and beelined to the kitchen, looking for a bottle of wine. "We're going to be late, and if we're late we're going to have to hang back so we don't spoil the surprise," She turned a bottle of red around in her hand, trying to gauge its cost while explosions and swearing were heard from down the hall.

"Babe, what are you doing? Are you watching a movie? We've gotta go, cmon!" Walking towards the bedroom, Becks was greeting by Randy -her boyfriend of four years- still dressed in his dirty sweats.

"Hey Becks, I'm not feeling up to it, so I ordered some pizza, just give them my apologies,"

Rebecca's face dropped, and she nearly popped him in the face with the wine bottle.

"But its YOUR friend's kid"

"You know em too, its not like you're strangers- just tell them I've got a stomach ache. C'mon babe, pleeeease? I'm in the middle of a game," Randy scratched himself, his eyes darting back to the TV while voices could be heard in the headset around his neck. Rebecca's ire slowly changed to resignation as she studied his blank face. The only thing worse than attending this surprise party, was not. She had RSVPd weeks back, spent an hour on the phone listening to Randy's friend's wife bitch about motherhood, and given up a girl's weekend to attend. And yet once again, here was her boyfriend doing well below the minimum. She had put so much time into the relationship, met his friends and family, covered for him and kept up appearances, all for what?

"I also forgot to get a gift," He gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned back to his gaming console. "Tell them I wish I could have been there, thanks babe. You're the best!" The game was unpaused and Randy went back to cursing out his buddies while Rebecca slowly turned away.

This had to be the last straw, she told herself, jamming the wine into her oversized bag and stalking out the door. She would go to this party, make excuses for him while plotting an early exit then go home to take-out and sorrowful drunkeness. Fuck Randy. Fuck this whole bullshit. She was done.

Of course, she had to buy this guys kid a stupid present first.

Twenty minutes on a train put Rebecca near a downtown department store, and she had done nothing but internally rage at Randy and feel sorry for herself the entire time. Why did she let him get away with this inconsiderate behaviour for so long? How pathetic had she been? Was it that obvious to others? Why was she still going to this birthday party? Ugh! Fucking social obligations. She hated it. The only thing that kept her going after grabbing a big stupid teddy bear was the realization that after this party, she would be free... and alone. Ugh, there was that self doubt again. But no! Fuck that. Rebecca reminded herself that she was better off without Randy, and his dumb friends anyhow. She would just drop off this toy, explain to Randy's friend's wife they were breaking up and... sigh. She couldn't do that could she?

Rebecca stopped in the middle of an aisle and decided to throw caution to the wind. Fuck it if she was late, she was going to do a little retail therapy first. She felt like such an impetuous brat walking up the escalator to the lingerie section, passing by a row of men's briefs before spotting something lacy and black. She promised to spend double what this teddy bear cost on something for herself. Rebecca was fingering the detailed trim on a skimpy camisole when she backed up into someone.

"Oh shit, I'm sooo sorry, I-" She turned to offer her profuse apologies, but found herself staring up at a tall, gorgeous older man with piercing blue eyes. Instinctively her hand had flown up to brace herself, landing in the middle of his chest. Meanwhile the stranger had warily gripped her arm to keep the two them steadied.

"Are you okay miss? I'm very sorry, I didn't look where I was going,"

Rebecca silently gawked at this man; his broad shoulders and warm smile causing a tickle in her stomach as she broke out into a grin. He smiled back and she took in the gentle crinkle around his eyes and the slight greying of his temples.

"No, no- I'M sorry, I just backed up and... You're... quite handsome," She couldn't believe what she'd just said out loud. "Oh my god, what did I just say?" Rebecca covered her mouth as the man gave a hearty laugh, gripping her right shoulder while patting her left in a friendly, concerned matter.

"Well, thank you - you are very cute yourself, again I'm sorry I'll just let you get back to your shopping," He looked down at the lumpy teddy bear and grinned again before turning into the men's underwear section. Rebecca smiled and watched him walk away, stepping backwards into the racks of lingerie.

For the next few minutes she perused the options, all the while staring over at the stranger. She willed him to look back, to see her amongst all the sexy underwear and to notice her. By the time he finally did, their eyes locked and Rebecca stared at him wantonly, just two big eyes peering over a collection of thongs and boy shorts. The man nodded, turned away, then turned back to see if she was still looking. They kept their distance while shuffling through their respective sections, daring the other to approach. It was when Rebecca had turned to size up a pair of simple cotton panties that she finally felt a tap on her shoulder.

"I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were alright," He looked down at her with deep, concerned eyes. Rebecca forced a grin and tried to come off as sultry.

"I need some help," He studied her face, watching the facade begin to crack. "I uh, really need some help," The second time around she found herself weirdly emotional, with a single tear falling from her eye. The man brought his hand up and caught it with his thumb, wiping it across her cheek. He watched her face with genuine care, causing her to blush and turn away with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I've just... broken up with my boyfriend," She lied, fingering through another rack of clothes while staring at the ground. "It's been a long time coming,"

"Oh I'm very sorry to hear that, that must be very hard," Rebecca fought a smile as her discomfort made her want to crack a naughty joke. She blinked her eyes dry and tried to put on a good face.

"It's just made me think about just going for whatever I want, y'know. Live a little, be free. Do all the things I never allowed myself to do! Do all the things I'm not supposed to do!" Rebecca dropped her face, but shot her eyes up at the stranger in a mischievous fashion. For his part, he seemed to roll his eyes a little, seeing through her game and showing dismay at her lack of honesty.

"Well I understand now, I hope things go well for you, have a good night," He turned to walk away causing Rebecca to panic.

"PLEASE!" She shouted a little too loudly. "Please, don't go," He looked back at her.

"Why?" Becca strode towards him, face blushing after having caused a scene. She gently gripped his arm, feeling those emotions well up. The stranger towered over her, his eyes dancing about judging her. She couldn't speak.

"You need me to be completely honest with me, you understand? I don't know you, and you seem to be playing me here. You're a very pretty girl, but I don't waste my time with liars. Do you understand?" Rebecca nodded, then looked down to the floor at her feet. Her first attempt at a response was muted and barely audible, so the man bent down and put his ear close to her mouth. She looked around nervously to make sure no one else could hear.

"I've ended things with my boyfriend and I'm very scared. I think I'm going to be alone forever, and nobody will want me, and all I want to do is for someone to fuck me so I feel good about myself,"

The man straightened up and looked about, not completely sure if this was real or not. He looked to have been caught off guard by the admission, but interested in the proposition. At first he placed his hands on her shoulders, then moved one down to her side in order to guide her back through the racks.

"Let's have you finish your shopping first, how about that?" Rebecca nodded as they moved through the bras and corsets. "My name is Paul by the way,".

Rebecca introduced herself while trying to find the sexiest outfit she could, holding up each hanger to see what her new friend thought. From where he stood, Paul was still unsure about the whole situation so the crazier the underwear got, the harder he shook his head. It was only when Rebecca held up a modest pair of tiny panties with matching bra that he acquiesced. They had little pink dots on them with a scalloped edge. She walked them over to cash and was about to dig through her purse to pay when Paul stepped in.

"Let me take care of this," Rebecca beamed at him. Randy hadn't picked up the bill since their first year of dating. Her heart warmed as the cashier looked at them with notable disdain. "And we'll take the bear too,"

After cashing out, Rebecca got all giddy and gave Paul a quick and messy kiss in the middle of the store. Paul became embarrassed and tried to calm her down, finally dragging her to the elevator. There he would accept a deeper kiss and allow her to grope the bulge in his pants. Soon enough though he pushed her off, frightened to be caught when the doors opened again, causing her to giggle at the outrageousness of it all. He opted to make a quick exit through a back alley, while Rebecca kept trying to play grab ass - but Paul forcefully took her hand and sternly told her to behave "or else".

Chastened she walked with him to the street were he hailed a cab and opened the door for her to get in. While Paul made idle chit chat with the driver, Rebecca kept trying to creep her hand into his lap, causing him to brush her aside and give withering glances. She was taken by this new role she'd adopted, feeling almost drunk and entirely carefree. This older gentleman had been seduced and convinced to buy her things, it was the antithesis of her time with Randy.

Soon they arrived at Paul's condo tower, an expensive, glittering glass residence with white marble lobby and a man in an impeccably tailored suit behind the front desk. It was intimidating to be there so shabbily dressed, and for the first time that night Rebecca felt self conscious about being seen with the older man.

"Good evening Mr. Rimbaud, there are no packages or messages for you,"


"Very well Ritesh, thank you,"

"If you'll allow it sir, I need to attend to a resident on the 52nd floor. Would it be permissible to ride up with you and your, uh- guest, sir?" Rebecca gulped at the formality between the two men. Who was Paul Rimbaud, and why did he hold such reverence?

The three of them entered the elevator, with Paul hitting the button for the penthouse on the 75th floor. After a few seconds of awe, Rebecca began to feel a little risky and tried to link pinky fingers with her new friend. Paul glanced down at her, then ahead at the back of Ritesh's head. The car slowed, and Ritesh turned before stepping out of the elevator.

"You two have a good evening now," Then with a whoosh, the door slid shut and the pulley creaked back to life.

Just as Rebecca got up on her tippy toes to offer a kiss, Paul lurched forward and hit the red emergency button, bringing them to a shuddering halt. Rebecca stumbled and held the mirrored wall to keep her balance. She looked ahead to their reflection, noticing just how notable their size difference was, and how foolish she looked dragging around that teddy bear. She had already begun to feel small when Paul finally spoke.

"Take off your panties and put on the new ones,"

Rebecca took a little too long to process the instruction.

"I said do it now,"

Dropping the teddy bear and her bag, Rebecca pulled out the new underwear and chewed off the tag, spitting it on the ground. She could hear Paul sigh at her and quickly bent to pick it up. Slipping her hands under her skirt, Rebecca pulled her grown up business lady underwear down her legs and off her feet, stuffing them into her purse. When she drew the little girl undies up she inadvertently gave herself a wedgie, but enjoyed the coolness of the simple fabric. Without a hint of approval, Paul hit the emergency button again and sent them rocketing into the uncertain sky. When the car slowed and came to a stop, Rebecca quickly found herself scrambling to get her stuff and racing to follow Paul as he unlocked his front door. She barely had time to put her stuff down before he had lifted her entire body and pressed her against the wall. Rebecca could feel her feet dangling, and her skirt ride up to expose her bottom.

"You do NOT embarrass me, is that understood?" His eyes danced about but never appeared threatening. Though Rebecca felt shocked by the bodily mistreatment, she also couldn't help but feel thrilled at the loss of control. In all her life she had found herself at the helm of every family issue, work task and relationship and could never bring herself to cede responsibility. It had just now clicked she would need it to be taken from her.

"Yes...daddy,"

Paul quizzically studied her face, once again reading her game but now in the privacy of his own home he contemplated what it was they both wanted from this. He had brought her this far after all.

"So... I'm you daddy is that it? Is that how it is then?" Rebecca meekly nodded as he lowered her to the ground. With one hand he grabbed her stuff from the foyer, then pulled her into the living room with the other. "So I'm daddy then eh,? Well Daddy has some questions for you then- little girl,"Paul dropped the bear beside the couch and pulled the bottle of wine from from Rebecca's bag.

"You must explain to me why you have THIS then? This doesn't seem like something little girls should be drinking does it?" Before Rebecca could answer, Paul had sat down on the couch and pulled her across his lap, yanking the back of her skirt up and flattening his palm against her backside. She yelped and teared up as he rained down blow after blow on her fleshy buttocks. There was a moments pause while he drew up the fabric between her cheeks and rubbed her reddened skin.

"That was for the wine, now THIS is for embarrassing me in public tonight,"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rebecca started to cry in earnest, beginning to blubber as Paul kept up the assault.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"How old are you little girl?" He sneered during a brief respite.

"I'm, I'm 28," Rebecca blurted out all snotty and weak.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Don't you think that's too old to be walking around talking to old men like a dirty slut?"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rebecca kept crying, the pain a mixture of humiliation and catharsis. She wanted it to go on, but Paul pushed her to the floor into a sobbing heap. His voice became low and warm.

"So get up there and show daddy your body then, cmon. Up you go," His hand was less an offer of help than it was of mocking assistance as he helped her onto the coffee table. "So cmon, off with your kit then."

Rebecca stood on the coffee table isolated on her stage for an audience of one. It began to sink into her that she knew nothing about this Paul Rimbaud, and that she might be in danger if she displeased him.They hadn't discussed the parameters of their game before she started playing it. She felt foolish as she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed her clothes to the ground. Paul stood and circled her, taking up a position behind her as she bent over and pulled down the skirt. His hand caressed her sore buttocks as she winced from the contact. When he came around to face her, Paul handed her the matching bra. It was only when she put it on that she realized how constricting it was. She harkened back to her younger days as a gawky, insecure girl- but also felt a different kind of empowerment now. Paul continued to circle her while running his hand across her body. He gestured for her to step down, politely catching her as she stumbled on the carpet. Drawing her into a fatherly embrace, Paul's voice changed again- returning to the man she first met at the store. They locked eyes and he smiled at her.

"If you want this to work, you need to start playing too," Paul kissed her forehead and stepped away.

Rebecca's mind raced as she tried to think of what to do. There had been zero consideration to what she wanted, or even needed- but the roles had been set and she could still feel the sting of the spanking keeping her ass warm. She dragged the teddy bear to the centre of the room and straddled it, all the while looking at Paul. Slowly she began to grind her pelvis into the stuffed animal - searching for the right words.

"Hmmm, I used to do this all the time I forgot how good it felt." Paul walked to the open kitchen, pulling a wine glass from the shelf. Becks followed his movements, looking for a reaction. What could she say?

"I'm really sorry daddy, I've been a bad, bad girl- and it was right of you to spank me, I'm sorry," She placed her hands on the bears face and found a rough seam along the front that she could rub herself on. She started to think about the whole situation with Randy, how she had been so dumb for so long, how she had inflicted her problems onto this strange, rich man and lied to him about her relationship. The guilt began to bubble up as she teared up again, oddly finding enjoyment in the emotion and arousal. Paul sat on the couch and opened her wine.

"I've been such a bad, bad girl daddy. I've played with you and been stupid. I even enjoyed that spanking, cuz I know I deserved it. I'm so, so sawwy,"

Paul's eyebrow raised as he poured the red into his glass.

"Well, I'm glad you're being honest with me now. Doesn't that feel better?" Rebecca nodded as she continued humping at teddy. Her eyes glazed over as she mashed her clit against the seam of the bear. Paul sat sipping his wine.

"I just want to pwease my daddy... baby want to make daddy happy," Rebecca kept grinding away while Paul drank his wine and contemplated things. She managed to edge herself pretty readily before Paul spoke.

"Come show me then," The wine glass clinked on the table as Rebecca ambled over in front of him. His eyes silently suggested her next move, which was to peel her girlish panties just below her pussy lips. Paul waited before tugging them down to mid thigh. Rebecca blushed once more, suddenly feeling so exposed. She wasn't used to standing with her cunt out so directly in another man's view. Paul's breath sent shivers down her legs, nearly causing her legs to buckle.

"Show me," He whispered, trying to draw her eyes to his.

Rebecca used her fingers to gently pull herself open, the moist pink flesh tingling in the open air. Unsure of what he wanted, she collected her wetness to run a slick digit down her open slit. She returned to splay herself open and expose her tiny little nub, willing him to lean in and taste her. When that didn't happen, she began to rub herself and thumb at her clitoris.

Paul smiled and pushed her hands away, firmly grabbing her hips to turn her around. Rebecca awkwardly stumbled, letting him put her on the coffee table. She kneeled until he pushed her forward and onto all fours. When he spoke, she could feel his words against her pussy. Paul's hands spread her ass open, his thumbs splayed out to expose her pussy as well. Rebecca scrunched her eyes closed and prayed for some sort of contact. By the time his wet thumb rubbed her anus, she was ready to explode.