Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,53

back when he’d worked this place with his dad. Apart from a couple of pens and a ratchet, it was empty.

Pushing the rolling chair out of the way, he gestured for her to stand in front of it.

“By now, I think we’ve both said pretty much everything that needs to be, but if you’ve got anything you’d like to add, now’s the time.”

Clasping and unclasping her hands, she shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Turn around, put your hands on the desk, and bend over.”

Flicking the top on the lube, he added a hefty dollop to the ginger root, smearing it evenly while she eased herself down into what was still an unfamiliar position. His cock leapt when he slipped lube-slick fingers down into the crack of her ass, spreading the extra slickness across the tensing rim of her back passage.

“This is going in whether or not you relax,” he told her, slipping the narrow end of the root into position against her. “Deep breath.”

She obeyed.

“Push out as it goes in.”

That she tried made him proud all over again, especially as the plug got wider, stretching her open past what was comfortable. Her breath caught, and she tensed again just as the widest part invaded her.

“Ow,” she whimpered, dropping her forehead onto the small desk.

“Naughty little girls can expect to have all kinds of ‘ows’ when Daddy takes them to task,” he said, pushing the plug deeper until, with a sudden acceptance, the tightening ring of muscle gave way, and the plug slid firmly into place.

She bent her knees, bouncing and holding tightly to the desk while he twisted the plug, giving her all the friction necessary to put the stinging, burning ginger juices to work.

“Oh,” she moaned, one hand ducking down under her, pressing low to her stomach, although he knew that wasn’t where she was feeling it.

Stepping in close to her side, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, hugging her into his hip. His hand came to rest on the curve of her bottom. She had only the slightest mark left from her spanking earlier.

“Are you tender?” he asked, caressing the surface of both cheeks, letting her know exactly where his target was.

She nodded.

Drawing back his hand, he swatted her firmly, just a hair too hard for this to be a warmup, but nowhere near as hard as he would before this portion of the punishment was over. “I’m very sorry you’ve made this necessary.”

She jumped when he swatted the other side, bringing a flush of pink in the shape of his hand strikingly to life against the milky paleness. “Mm,” she muffled.

“Try to be as quiet as you can,” he cautioned, dropping his aim to swat the very top of her right thigh. More than jumping now, she arched onto her tiptoes, sucking a sharp gasp. “If you wake Iris, she’s going to know exactly what’s going on out here.”

Squeaking, Georgia grabbed the far side of the desk, hugging it as he swatted her other thigh. “Ow, Daddy!” she mewed.

“Ow, Daddy, indeed.”

The floodgates opened, and he spanked harder, peppering every inch of her backside as he hugged her tightly to his side to hamper her increasingly frantic wiggles. She gasped and arched every time he shifted his aim to the tops of her thighs. He spanked her bottom, her sit spots, her thighs, taking her right back to where she’d been that afternoon when she’d thrown her head back and cried, “I changed my mind!”

He spanked brisk and hard, steadily increasing the intensity until she could barely hold still, and had both hands clasped over her mouth to muffle her cries. She didn’t want Iris to come out here; he didn’t either. In fact, more than anything right now, he wished Iris was gone. He wanted to see Georgia bounce and cry, wiggle, and squirm her pretty bottom. He wanted to hear her pleading, “Please, Daddy, stop!” without fear of who might overhear them,

But she wasn’t saying anything right now, no matter how briskly he swatted her bottom, deepening the blushing shade of pink until she suddenly threw back her hand, fingers desperately splayed to block his next swat.

He stopped, but she would not like that he had. Grabbing the base of the ginger butt plug, he just as briskly fucked her with it, vaulting her right over the top of the desk until her hips were tucked up to the edge and her good foot had kicked.

“Do you want Daddy’s belt right now?” he demanded.

“No!” she