Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,34

door swung open, spilling that bright hallway light in around Derek as he came striding into the room, already whipping his belt off from around his waist, the tiniest zip of fear sang through her, along with the heightening pitch of excitement.

Her tightening throat cut her shriek off to a squeak. She almost fell off the bed in her scramble to run away, but this seemed to be a game Daddy Derek knew well. He caught her around the waist, his arm like a warm band of steel, as he plucked her off the bed. He dropped her to the floor, and before she could get her feet under her, spun her around and down she went, toppling face-first onto the rumpled bedding with his hand on the back of her neck.

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Derek said mildly.

The zing of excitement when he hooked the back of her panties and skinned them straight down her legs, baring her bottom in half an instant, was beyond exhilarating. The tickle of fear was oddly exhilarating, too. She’d asked for this. She wanted it—her sexy bawdy fantasy amazingly come to life, but she’d never been spanked with a belt before. It was a very ‘Daddy’ thing for him to do, and something about that struck her as both erotic and comforting.

He struck.

The snap of leather clapping across her naked ass, hugging her cheeks together, stung, but it was a delicious sting. It wasn’t sharp or biting, and it didn’t make her catch her breath. Her toes curled, in fact. So did her fingers, clutching at the bedding as she muffled her moan into the rumpled blankets. It was a fight not to squirm too much in a way that might make him think she was enjoying this.

Naughty girls weren’t supposed to enjoy this.

His belt smacked her bottom again.

“How many spanks do you think girls who tease their Daddies ought to get?”

Moaning, she shook her head, burying her face in the mattress, mortified he would make her choose.

“How many, young lady?”

“Two?” She countered, wishing she were brave enough to give him a much higher count. Something guaranteed to leave her bottom welted and her soul soothed for days to come.

“How about I give you twenty for that inappropriate answer alone?” His belt smacked her bottom again, this time packing a little more sting. It was still pleasant, though. She squirmed and sighed, curling her toes and kicking up her feet as her hips arched back, offering up her bottom for more.

“What did Daddy say no to?”

“No, I can’t come.” She pushed her bottom up higher and wished she were brave enough to put a hand down between her legs. She wouldn’t rub. She’d just hold, letting the press of her fingers push in all that delicious pulsating heat driving her crazy down there.

“Why did Daddy say that?”

A stinging thwhap! of his belt caught her low across her buttocks, hugging the curves with its next leathery kiss and biting just a bit into the tops of her thighs. This time, it was sharp enough to make her catch her breath.

“Because he’s mean!” she gasped, trying hard not to hump the mattress as she wriggled. The hurt dissipated after only a few seconds, melting back into that nice warmth, but her hips had a life of their own. She couldn’t hold still, couldn’t stop grinding against the edge of the bed, but there was nothing for her to grind against. Her pussy remained empty and unfilled, and her clit ached from his lack of attention.

Derek laughed. “Oh God, honey,” he said, then he struck again, his belt lashing hard enough now to shatter her pleasure, leaving a swath of fiery pain chewing into the full flesh of her buttocks.

Sadie yelped, sucking air. Her whole body stiffened, her bottom tucking up tight against the mattress as the smarting pain settled in and made itself at home.

“You want to try that again?” he asked, amused. “Why did Daddy tell you no?”

Leather lashed her with another angry kiss, and this time, Sadie’s feet kicked up for real, trying to cover her bottom. Her hands snapped back, palms up and fingers splayed, shielding as much of her ass as she could reach.

“Feet down and move your hands,” Daddy ordered. “Do it now, or I’m going to strap your thighs.”

Pulsing heat flooded through the hurt. Her bottom was welted, it had to be. She could practically feel the tender flesh swelling beneath her desperate fingers where the edge