Chapter 1 #2
One by one, she lifts the paddles from the drawer. She avoids the textured ones, rightly guessing that the wooden one embedded with silver studs would do some damage. “I think this one,” she says, holding up a deceptively thin wooden one with diamond-shaped cut-outs.
“Only if you don’t want to sit down for a week,” Kingston says.
She quickly returns it to the drawer. The next one she holds up is a simple leather number. It’s a good beginner paddle, and Kingston nods in approval.
“Put it in your mouth and bring it to me,” I say. “And crawl on your hands and knees.”
“You’re being mean,” she says.
“Say that again and see what happens.”
She pinches her mouth shut, shakes her head, and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You can be such a good girl when you try,” I tell her, feeling no small amount of satisfaction as she drops to her hands and knees.
Paddle in her mouth, she crawls over to me and kneels at my feet. I bend at the knees and squat in front of her, looking directly into her eyes. I see frustration there, and some fight, but she’s doing what I asked, and fuck if it doesn’t make me hard.
“You’re doing a great job, Ella,” I say, taking the paddle from her mouth. “Thank you for bringing me the paddle. Now stand here and lean over the edge of the bed. Take off your shirt, first.”
“Not my shorts?”
“I’d prefer to have that pleasure,” I say.
She does as I ask, taking off her shirt. She hesitates with her bra.
“Leave that,” I say.
Ella’s beautiful form bends forward and she places her hands on the comforter. “Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” she asks.
“Yes, little girl,” Kingston answers for me. “But it’s also going to feel so very good, and it’s going to make us so very happy.”
She nods to herself.
I set the paddle down on the mattress next to her, then unfasten her jean shorts and shove them over her hips. Next, I slowly peel her panties down past her ass cheeks.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, kissing her hip. “So good for us.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says in a breathy, excited voice.
“Are you wet for us, princess?” Instead of waiting for a response, I drag my finger through her silken folds. “Oh, you’re so very wet. I wonder if these spankings will make you wetter.”
I pick up the paddle again and smack it against my own forearm, getting a feel for the strength and the sting. It’s not bad, although with repeated swats, it’s going to hurt.
Ella tenses as I place one of my hands on her hip. I bring the paddle back and swing it forward. She flinches, but doesn’t cry out.
“Count for us, Ella,” I say.
“One, Daddy.”
I spank her a second time.
“Two, Daddy.”
Again and again I spank her with the paddle.
Never very hard, although her skin is pinkening up nicely.
We fall into a rhythm, with me spanking Ella, followed by her count.
When I catch sight of Kingston, his blue eyes are dark, his gaze intense on our little girl’s ass.
He can’t wait to fuck her there, and I can’t blame him.
Her ass is heaven, just like her sweet cunt.
When we reach thirty swats, I step back and survey my work. Her ass is deliciously pink and red. “Beautiful,” I say. “You did very well.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says.
I push my finger between her legs. “You’re practically dripping. You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She tries to push back on my finger, to take more of it, but I pull away and give her a soft little spank with my hand that has her hissing in pain.
“Now put the paddle on top of the dresser, Ella.” I’ll wipe it down later.
She straightens up with a wince, and King and I move toward her immediately, each of us taking an arm.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
She grins up at me. “Yes, Daddy, I’m okay.”
She puts the paddle back on the dresser and turns around to face us. Her breasts are half in, half out of her bra cups. Her underwear is off, along with her shorts. Her hair is in a messy ponytail, and her face is pink. Not as dark as her ass, but colored with arousal.
She looks so fuckable, I can barely stand it.
While she watches, her face blotchy and beautiful with her blush, I go to my suitcase and rifle around in the bunched-up clothing. I pull out the scarf she’d been wearing at the beach house, and I run the silk back and forth over my knuckles. Ella’s eyes widen in recognition.
“I wondered where that went,” she says.
“I was hanging onto it. We never did get around to using it at Mirarosa.”
“And…you want to use it now?” she says.
“Better late than never. Turn around, baby girl.”
Her mouth twists in a contented yet playful smirk as she spins around, putting her back to me.
She holds her wrists behind her, but I’m not going to tie her up.
Instead, I run the scarf over her neck. I love breath play, but after seeing Joel try to strangle her, I need some time before trying that again.
I’m not sure if she needs time or not, too, so it’s best to hold off until we can discuss it.
I bring the scarf up, then hold it in front of her eyes. “How do you feel about being blindfolded?”
“I’ve never tried it, Daddy,” she says.
“Red is your safe word,” I remind her as I tie the two ends of the scarf behind her head.
“Okay, Daddy.” Her voice is slow and content.
Still standing behind her, I push one of her bra straps down, then the other. “I’m going to show Kingston your pretty breasts. If you’re lucky, he’ll play with them.”
King steps forward, his pants bulging at the front.
He’s probably just as hard as I am. Watching our little girl get wet from my spankings, hearing her whimpers of pain and pleasure, and now he’s about to taste the sweetness of her skin.
Unable to help myself, I bite down on her neck, gently.
She shivers as I unsnap her bra and toss it to the side.
“You’re ours, little girl, my sweet Ella,” Kingston says. “We can give you pain”—he cups her ass cheek and squeezes—“and we can give you pleasure.”
Bending his head, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth. I watch his tongue dart out and taste her.
Ella moans in response, her head falling back to lean against my shoulder.
“Do you remember what you promised me,” he says, “when I helped you pick out a paddle?”
“What?” Ella asks.
He squeezes her ass again. “I get to take you back here. I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”