of his belt had caught her, yet her pussy was pulsing harder and hotter. Trickles of wetness were spilling through her folds like tears.
“Please, Daddy!” she begged, but even as she said it, she didn’t for the life of her know what she was begging for. For him to stop would have been the intelligent thing to want. However, the chance he might keep going was what made her hips grind and her clit swell, developing once more that hungry life all its own as it ground in lewd movements against the edge of the mattress.
“Do you need me to hold your hands and help you take your spanking like a good girl?” he asked implacably.
A shivery spasm fluttered through her sex, rippling through her core and so perilously close to an orgasm, she couldn’t even speak. She nodded, and the next she knew, he had her wrists pinned together in the steely grip of his hand at the small of her back.
“I’m waiting for my answer. I’ll let you in on a secret, babygirl. When Daddy has to strap your naughty bottom, he doesn’t like being made to wait.”
Her pussy flooded hot all over again, even as her tummy tightened and tingled with dread.
“I-I can’t remember the question.”
This blessed throbbing was all she knew. The ache in her bottom consumed her, growing in tandem with the one burning in her pussy. She was trying so hard to hold still, but she couldn’t. Her body writhed beneath his pinning hand, wanting more and more and more. Wanting to fly even as she feared what would happen if she let herself get lost in it.
“Why did Daddy say no?” he repeated, patience personified, the looped business end of his belt coming to rest in warning across the center of her bottom.
No more, her bottom cringed. All the more, her greedy sex cried. It was so hard to think past the cacophony of her own warring desires.
“Because you don’t want me right now.”
His grip on her wrists tightened. After a moment, he said, “I don’t think you’re deliberately trying to test me. That’s the only reason I’m not right now whipping your bottom raw, but don’t ever say that to me again, Sadie. Daddies always want their little girls. I guarantee for me, want is not the issue.”
She whined, her frustration growing in time with her need. It was so hard to think.
“Daddy…!”
Funny, how calling him that didn’t feel silly or embarrassing anymore.
“Please,” she begged, her tone high-pitched and breathy.
She yelped when he brought the belt down, infusing her lower half with a life all its own as he strapped her three times in quick succession. Each sharp snap filled her with an even sharper sting and the most pain-filled yet erotic fire.
“Daddy!” She wanted to break away, roll out from under his restraining hand, and tuck her tender bottom anywhere the belt wouldn’t reach it. Yet if he let her do that, a small part of her thought she might cry with disappointment. No, not ‘might.’ She would. Worse than disappointed, she would be crushed.
Girls like her needed this.
“Done already, are you?” he asked, pausing long enough to cup her bottom, caressing as he checked her flesh, making sure she was okay to continue. “If only that were how it worked. Sadly, you can ask for all the spankings you want, but it’s Daddies who decide when naughty bottoms have had enough. Yours isn’t even close.”
Another snapping rain of belt strokes came pouring down, licking and flicking all over her bottom. Funny, how it didn’t feel at all strange calling him Daddy now. She shrieked it as he spanked her, sobbed it, basked in the glorious burning warmth of it as he punished her bottom the way she’d always sexually, sensually wanted to be. It hurt but not beyond what she could take. When he suddenly stopped again, she burst into sobbing tears. She honestly couldn’t tell if it was because her bottom hurt so much or because she wasn’t ready for it to be over so soon.
“It’s Daddy who decides when you get to come,” he said, cupping her hot, achy bottom in his hand. She writhed, her gasp becoming a high-pitched whine when he squeezed the fiery globe in turn.
Laying his belt aside, the next thing she felt was the possessive cup of his hand, laying claim between her legs.
“I own this kitty,” he told her, squeezing to make her writhe all over again. The pressure against her captive