Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,31

clenching. “Spank me for more bad… bad sugar, Daddy.”

For someone who generally hated having my fuckups pointed out to me, asking for it made no sense… except that every time Andy spanked me it went straight to my cock. But also, I guess, because I was a greedy attention whore, too. It did something to me, the way he paid attention to me. Played up this Daddy thing like it was really about me, instead of just rattling off a bunch of generic kinky role-play dialogue like you’ve been a naughty boy or whatever.

“Jesus,” Andy whispered, almost sounding like he was in church, all reverent and whatnot, as he squeezed my ass again. Then he smoothed his hand over all that sting, calming it a little, and I moaned, greedy for more of that, too. “You’re getting so red for me, petal. You have no idea how gorgeous you look, letting me take care of you like this.”

I squirmed on his lap, suddenly panting for it. It was like he was stroking my cock, getting me higher and higher, even though it was just from words… from touching my ass… from the way he seemed so damn into me.

“More,” I begged, my voice sounding cracked and dry and… and shit. Needy again. “What… what else did I do wrong, Daddy?”

Andy’s hand went still on me, then he groaned, another one of those low, quiet rumbles I could feel more than hear. Then—

“You showed up here without a coat,” he said, following it with a smack to my upper thighs.

I squealed like a small animal, my body jerking away from the sharper pain before I could stop it.

Andy pulled me back into position.

“You sassed me when I told you you’ll be borrowing one of mine tonight.”

He smacked the other thigh… and fuck, that area was definitely more sensitive than my ass.

“And your language, baby...”

Baby. I did like petal, but baby actually sounded good from him, too. He was so damn good at all of this that it didn’t feel like just a throwaway word coming from him. It still felt like it was just for me, even if everyone else used it, too. I could definitely be Andy's baby, if that was what he wanted.

Or his petal.

His sweetheart.

His anyth—

He landed one right right over my hole, blanking out my mind and saving me from thinking stupid more things like that. He had me panting, hot all over, with my cock suddenly leaking so bad that every jolt jammed the tip of it against a wet puddle of precum that was growing into a fucking lake on the bedspread between his thighs.

“How many times have I reminded you to clean up your language?” he asked, spanking right over my hole again.

“Sugar,” I gasped, my balls tightening as heat shot through the center of me. “A… a lot?”

“A lot,” he agreed, spanking me again.

And then again.

And then again, a quick flurry of them in rapid succession, until I had to practically bite my fucking tongue to keep from letting loose with a whole string of fucks that Daddy wouldn’t like hearing… and fuck if holding back, being good for him like that, didn't feel just as hot as what this spanking was doing to my cock.

Then he suddenly stopped, the heat of his palm cupping one of my burning cheeks, and I immediately made an embarrassingly needy sound, pushing my ass up against his hand like I’d turned into some kind of junkie. An ass junkie. A spank junkie. A fucking Andy junkie.

But he just pushed my ass right back down and then held it there… which was almost better, because I guess what I’d really turned into was an Andy’s-in-charge junkie.

“Wait for what I give you,” he said with another quick smack. “Can you be good and do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said in a husky whisper, tears springing to my eyes for some reason, even though that one had barely been hard enough to sting.

“Good boy,” he said, rubbing out the sting. “Your ass looks incredible right now, petal. I mean, always, but now… God. It’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” He squeezed one side, then the other. “How does it feel?”

It felt like it fucking belonged to him, and he hadn’t even been inside it yet. Not like I was going to say something as extra as that, though.

“Feels good,” is what I went with instead, words that felt like they took twice as long to get out as they should