spot.
I’m sucking air in between my teeth, surprised by the pain. Between clenched teeth, I gasp, “Why are you doing this?”
“Daddy knows what you need.” He spanks me again, this time on the center of my right cheek, then on the left. “And he’s going to give it to you.”
As he speaks, I find a surprising pool of moisture gathering between my thighs. The scent of my arousal reaches me, filling me with shame.
He leans down again, his chest pressing against me. “Call me Daddy and I won’t spank so hard.”
“No. I can’t!”
Another hard spank lands, right, then left. “Are you sure?”
It hurts so good. But I don’t know how much more I can take. I shift my weight from foot to foot, the stinging of my ass distracting me from the pulsing in my pussy. “I—can’t.”
He spanks me hard, right, then left, right, then left. Then his hand comes down on the soft curve of my ass, right where my bottom meets the top of my thighs and it’s my undoing. Moaning, I call, “Not so hard, Daddy.”
I’m rewarded by his open palm stroking my tender skin. His voice crooning, “There’s my good girl.”
Goosebumps dot my flesh as my pussy melts with slow, liquid heat. I feel my nipples harden, my breasts ache, heavy against the couch. I whisper, “But don’t stop spanking me, either.”
He gives a chuckle and I feel his erection press against my leg. He brings his hand down on that curve again, but this time with a light, stinging slap.
Making me twice as wet as before.
His promise to make me pleasure myself rings in my mind as I think about my wet pussy. Will he really make me be the one to finger it, finding the traces of my arousal?
His hand comes down again, soft and stingy and delicious. “You are a little daddy’s girl, aren’t you? Getting so wet from your spanking. You love it so much, it makes me hard just knowing how wet I’m making you.”
I give a delighted gasp as he spanks each curve in turn. Mixing the spanks with light, then hard. My entire bottom is warm, tingling and throbbing. My pussy is soaked, clenching and pulling and begging for his attentions.
He pulls me up, turning me to face him.
My sore bottom presses against the soft arm of the chair. He stands before me, his hands caressing my hips, my breasts.
He growls, “You have a task to perform for me, don’t you?”
The thought of what he wants me to do makes me cringe, but also excites me. I have no idea how I’m going to make myself do what he asks, but looking into his eyes, I somehow know that I will.
His words send shivers down my spine. “Touch yourself for Daddy. See how wet Daddy makes you.”
He lifts my skirt up, raising it just to the tops of my thighs. He’s kissing my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, marking me as his.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He stops his kisses and caresses, looking at me as one would a naughty little girl. “Does Daddy need to give your bottom harder spanks to make you obey?”
I shake my head, the tips of my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
He says, “Then be a good girl and do as I say.”
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand over my belly. Down further, over my mound. I slip one finger between my slick folds. Despite my best efforts to remain quiet, a moan escapes me.
I’m so fucking wet. Wetter than I’ve ever been.
He’s right.
I’m a baby girl, wanting a daddy. Wanting to be bent over and spanked, while he croons naughty words into my ear.
I slip my finger over my swollen, pulsing bud, rubbing, getting some relief from the pressure his touches built inside of me. I dip my finger inside myself, gathering more of those lubricating juices, and rub my clit in circles.
“Look at me,” he demands.
It’s almost too much. He’s spanked me, made me call him Daddy. He’s watching me finger myself. But to hold his gaze while I perform the shameful act?
It’s too much. I can’t.
But he takes my chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it up to face him, forcing my gaze to meet his.
Expecting an indifferent look, or at the most, lust in his eyes, I’m surprised by the intense connection I feel instead. There’s a light in his eyes that pierces my soul. A look that