Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,36

sit comfortably the rest of her drive home, but he liked she found this at least as arousing as she did confusing.

“Maybe,” she admitted. “Just a little.”

“Just a little you knew I wouldn’t be happy, just a little you knew you were going to have some hard talking to do to get out of trouble? Or just a little you knew no matter what you said, you would still end up just like this, naughty bottom bent over and bared while Daddy plugs your ass and spanks you harder than you’ve ever been spanked in your life. Because that’s what you deserve, isn’t it?”

He loved it when she squirmed, her breath catching. She wasn’t protesting, which meant he was on the right track. He didn’t know if she’d had Daddy fantasies before she came to his shop, but she was having them now, and the wetness pooling in his fingers said that clearly.

“I...”

“You drove all the way back here, knowing you were going to get spanked, didn’t you?” he softly pressed. The side of her face he could easily see was turning beet red.

“I-I…” she stammered.

He swatted her, the flat of his hand clapping hard against her right buttock before flattening the left side with equal vigor. He even spanked her pussy when his hand returned to cup her there. He was far gentler with that swat, though she still jumped and gasped.

“Mind your foot,” he cautioned when she bounced, her hips twisting as she fought herself not to move while trying to wiggle out from under the smart. Bright red palm prints flushed into being on the otherwise pale globes. “Answer me, Georgia. You knew I was going to spank you, didn’t you?”

“No,” she whimpered, burying her face in her hands.

“No?” He cocked his head, moving his hand from her wildly twitching pussy back to her right bottom cheek. She quickly grabbed the table with both hands, holding tightly to brace herself. “No, you didn’t know?”

She shook her head.

A corner of his mouth curled. “Were you hoping I would?”

She dropped her forehead onto the table. Her groan was all the answer he needed.

“You did, didn’t you? The whole drive back, you were hoping Daddy would call you out like the naughty little girl you are and hold you accountable for your misbehavior. Answer me. Isn’t that right?”

She bounced and buried her face between her arms.

“Yes,” she finally moaned. “I-I thought... maybe... I don’t know. Do we have to talk about it?”

Taking hold of the ginger plug, he twisted it, and her chest jerked up off the table. She sucked a deep breath, bracing herself up on stiff arms, her head thrown back as her hips twisted again. She wasn’t quite brave enough to try wrenching away, but she wasn’t used to this and couldn’t make herself hold still.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tight, helping her to maintain her position as he punished her little bottom hole with in-and-out thrusts that started slow but grew faster and harder until she wasn’t just mewling and squeaking, she was shouting.

“Daddy! Daddy, I’m sorry! Daddy, it burns!”

The more friction he gave her, the more it would burn. He shoved it home again, holding it firmly in place until her mindless thrashing died down to whimpers and panting. Her thighs were tense and shaking now as he told her,

“You don’t want to talk anymore? Fine. Hold your bottom still, young lady. One spanking for not doing as you were told and leaving Daddy to worry about you all day long, coming right up.”

He was even less gentle as he spanked her than he had been with the ginger root. She wasn’t experienced enough to know he wasn’t giving her a warmup. She rolled her lips, muffling her squeaks and squeals through the first few slaps, but he was putting his arm into it and quickly broke her silence.

“Daddy, ow! Too hard!”

He knew it was hard. He could feel the sting of each flattening impact in his own hand, but he didn’t let up. Four swats were what it took to cover the whole surface of her round bottom, turning it a hot shade of pink that gradually flushed darker as his spanks overlapped.

“Daddy, ow!” she whined, her pitch climbing higher and her feet kicking up.

“Was this what you were thinking about as you came driving home to Daddy?” he asked, intensifying his spanks, the flat of his hand landing harder, dancing back and forth, cheek to cheek, turning every bit