Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,54

squealed, kicking her other foot up almost as high. “Please, Daddy!”

“You’ve already got a good whipping coming. Move your hand right now, or you’re going to get it longer and harder than, I promise, you’re going to want.”

Snatching her hand back, she grabbed the desk again.

“Feet down,” he ordered. “Mind your ankle. If you hurt yourself because you’re naughty during your spanking, you’ll only be in more trouble.”

She covered her mouth with both hands, and he pumped the plug in and out of her ass, his cock exalting at the sight as she forced herself to take it.

“Daddy!” she whimpered, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.

Her bottom hole glistened with the excess lubricant and the juice of the burning ginger root. She was reddening back there, the irritant hurting more with every thrust he gave her, and yet there was another glistening line of fluid that had nothing to do with either the ginger or the lubricant he’d used. It coated her pussy lips, catching the faint garage light and telling him exactly what he needed to know. He didn’t for a second doubt she wanted him to stop spanking. He was just as certain she was ready to beg him to please, just please, take the ginger out, but if he did, he gave her thirty seconds, a minute tops, before the burning kicked in, muting the pain enough for the pleasure ratcheting now through her body to catch up and let itself be felt.

Thrusting the plug back into place, he paddled her bottom, letting the flat of his hand take her all the way to the very edge of not being able to hold still again. She wanted to know what a real spanking was—this was it. Swat after swat, he let her feel every moment of worry she had so needlessly put him through. He let her feel his displeasure at her reckless, prideful decision not to take the money he’d loaned her. She was squeaking apologies into her muffling hands by the time he took his belt off, doubled it over, and laid into her bottom with fiercely blistering swipes that he hoped told her in no uncertain detail exactly what he thought about her failure to be honest with him.

She was bawling long before he was done, but the slickness seeping from her pussy told him it was good crying. And the rock-hard ache in his cock told him he more than echoed her unspoken desire when he finally put his belt aside and demanded, “Are you done, or do you still want to know how Daddy would treat you once we’ve known one another for forever?”

Gasping through her tears, Georgia didn’t answer. She just widened her legs, reached back with both hands, and grabbed her own buttocks and thighs.

It was the most clearly spoken ‘Whatever you want, Daddy’ that he’d ever been given.

Unfastening his pants, he jerked them down, swatted both sides of her bottom as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and rammed into the glistening wetness of the pussy she’d opened for him. The heat of her core was heaven he could happily have died in. The bulging tightness of the ginger plug pushed back against him, and he knew she felt the added fullness even more as he rocked both her and the desk, taking her the way bad girls needed and as Georgia so obviously wanted to be taken.

He reached under her, capturing her clit with no more gentleness than the pounding of his hips against her welted ass.

“Are you Daddy’s good girl or bad?”

She threw her back against his shoulder, rising up on her arms and arching back her hips, desperate to feel him deeper.

Every thrust of his cock, every pumping slap of his hips was knocking against the base of the plug until by her mewling gasps, he knew she had to be feeling fucked in both places at once.

He drew back, swatting her bottom again, then grabbed her neck, holding her head back against him as he took her.

“Use your words, Georgia? What’s Daddy doing?”

He saw the exaltation a half-second before she broke down, sobbing all over again. “Daddy’s fucking his good girl!”

She came, the rippling milking spasms of her pussy almost dragging him with her. He only just whipped out in time, shoving her flat against the desk as he grabbed his cock and shot hot jets of sperm across her hot welted ass and up onto her back.

“Take my ass, Daddy,” she whispered, wilting weakly