Chapter 3 #3
“Naughty girl. Look at how wet you are for Daddy,” he mused, and I hid my face in the couch cushion.
I was thankful for my long hair at that moment because it was hiding my shame.
My fingers gripped even more firmly at his leg, even as my hips arched upward in search of his touch.
His palm moved down to the backs of my thighs and his fingertips just grazed along my wetness.
His inspection sent a very deliberate message.
He could see and feel every bit of my arousal and that only added to my ever-deepening shame.
“You lied to me, didn’t you, little girl?” he finally asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered nervously. My voice was almost nonexistent, and I wondered if he had even heard me at all.
“Naughty little girls who lie to Daddy need to be punished. How is Daddy going to punish you, little girl?” he asked. He never stopped slowly swirling his palm over my bare bottom and I couldn’t stop reacting to it. My spine arched and I pressed back against him, wanting more and more of his touch.
“Daddy, please,” I whimpered.
“Answer me, little girl. How is Daddy going to punish you?” he pushed and there was a definitive firmness to his tone that told me that he would only allow so much hesitation and I needed to answer.
“You’re going to spank me, Daddy,” I finally managed to say, although the tremor in my voice was obvious now. I was scared and he knew it.
“That’s right, little girl. Daddy is going to spank you and it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” he pressed.
This wasn’t real…
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trying to get used to the foreign word on my tongue. Calling him Daddy was hard, but with each repetition, it felt a little easier and more natural. I never thought I’d call anyone that, but for some reason, with him right now it felt right. With him, I wanted to.
He wanted me to call him Daddy and that made me need to say the word. I couldn’t ignore the pulsing between my legs because of it. I couldn’t ignore the fact that maybe I needed to call him that too.
“Ask Daddy to spank you, little girl. Ask Daddy to make it hurt,” he demanded, and a frisson of fear hurtled through me with wild abandon.
His words felt so real, but maybe this was what he liked.
Even now, his hard cock pushed against my hip.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was just as turned on as I was.
“Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt,” I murmured. My entire body was trembling, and my blush deepened. Being made to ask for my punishment only seemed to heighten my arousal. Not only that, but it also made me focus on exactly what was to come.
His palm smacked my bottom. Twice on either side and I gasped. The sound was like a gunshot, echoing loudly all around me, so much louder than I thought it would be.
“Wait. Please. Someone might hear,” I screeched, but his hand closed on my hip and held me in place just as I was beginning to scramble off his lap.
“My staff are used to the sound of a naughty little girl being properly punished over Daddy’s knee, little girl. Tonight is going to be no different,” he answered, and I squeaked in surprise.
“Please!” I gasped. “Let me up!”
“Do you want me to invite them in the room to watch, little girl?”
“No,” I blurted, biting my lip hard with mortification.
“Answer me properly, little girl,” he warned.
“No, Daddy,” I rushed to say, feeling my face flush much hotter than ever.
He smacked my ass several more times and the resulting sting caught me off guard. To be honest, the first few had been more of a shock and hadn’t actually hurt. My nervousness rattled through me and I couldn’t help but squirm a bit over his lap.
He was simply enjoying his fantasy. That’s all this was, right? Fantasy? He was just getting what he wanted to get his rocks off and then this all would end in his bed.
I told myself that again and again, but it did nothing to quell the fact that this felt like a very real punishment over his knee.
His palm cracked harder against the lower curve of my bottom and I gasped audibly.
“Sometimes Daddy has to be firm with a naughty little girl, doesn’t he?” he said softly.
“Yes, Daddy.” This time, my answer was almost automatic. It was as if the words were meant to fall off my lips. Maybe they were supposed to. I felt so unsure of everything that I began to question the soundness of my own mind.
He spanked me a little bit harder after that, enough to where the mild initial pain began to build into something much more intense.
Each strike of his hand was like the sting of a massive bee, except multiplied by a least a hundred and they were only growing even more powerful.
I tried to twist from side to side as the ache built, but his hold on my hip was strong and I soon realized that I wasn’t going anywhere even if I wanted to.
“Wait. It hurts,” I pleaded.
“You were naughty, little girl. You’ve earned a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee,” he scolded, and my pussy clenched down hard in response. Even as my fear strengthened, my arousal did too, and I could do nothing to stop it.
I must be crazy. There must be something wrong with me to have wanted this.
“That’s enough. You’ve made your point,” I squealed.
He chuckled and didn’t answer me for several moments. Instead, he used his palm to tell me exactly what he thought of my protests.
“Daddy is going to spank this bare little bottom bright red, little girl. You are being punished and Daddy is going to decide when you’ve had enough. Not you,” he finally replied.
Fuck.
If this was role play, he was really fucking good at it and that was terrifying.
I felt as though I’d jumped off the edge of a cliff and the bottom was nowhere in sight.
The sensation of fear was overwhelming, but his palm branded my backside a little harder and I forgot my sheer confusion over what this actually was. All I knew was how much it hurt.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, trying to play along with him. Only it didn’t feel like I was playing anymore. It felt like the real thing.
“Your pretty little bottom is only pink, little girl,” he chided, and I keened with anxiety.
For several long moments, his hand peppered my backside, and I did everything I could to keep quiet so that he didn’t know how much he was affecting me.
He paused after that, edging his fingers along my thighs in a silent maneuver that indicated how much he was aware of the terrible way my body was betraying me.
“You’re soaking wet, little girl,” he observed, and a quiet sound of mortified desperation escaped my lips. A single rough fingertip grazed against the outer edges of my pussy and I had to stifle a gasp of arousal at his boldness.
“If you’re a good girl for the rest of your spanking, Daddy might just let you come over his knee, little girl,” he murmured, and my hips arched back just as his palm smacked my bottom hard. I whimpered loudly and it was at that moment that I realized that he had been holding back before.
This was real…
This was a very real spanking, and it hurt quite a lot more than I expected it to.
I squirmed and I cried out as his hand painted my backside red. It felt as though he didn’t leave a single square inch unpunished in the entirety of my bottom and even the tops of my thighs. Those stung the most. I tried to crawl forward and escape his harsh smacks, but his hold on me was firm.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’ve learned my lesson, Daddy! I’m sorry I lied.
I won’t do it again,” I promised, trying to play on his fantasy even more in hopes that he might stop, but it didn’t work.
The spanking continued, just as hard as before and I soon feared how much longer this might go on for.
Did he intend to make me cry? Did he truly mean to punish me?
“Please stop, Daddy,” I begged.
He still didn’t listen. The spanking went on and on and I didn’t know how to process the fact that it hurt, and I couldn’t make it stop.
A very real cry fell off of my lips and he spanked me at least two dozen more times before he paused once again.
By the time he finished I was gasping for breath and I had lost control of my ability to hold in my cries.
I begged and pleaded for him to stop, but it soon became clear that he was going to stop when he wanted and not a moment before.
“Your bare bottom is so beautiful when it is bright red and properly punished, little girl,” he mused and for some reason, that made me mad.
I hadn’t wanted this to be real.
I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything that would make him start spanking me again and not knowing how to handle the multitude of emotions flowing through me now that it appeared my punishment had ended. Anger. Desire. Raw need more powerful than anything I’d ever felt before.
I closed my eyes. My bottom was burning so hot that it ached.
It stung far more than I expected, and I didn’t know how long it would take for it to stop hurting.
He’d spanked me hard enough that I’d probably be sitting fairly gingerly tomorrow and that only added fuel to my ever-growing internal fire.
I couldn’t understand why, but that made me even angrier.
I hated that even though he spanked me far harder than I had wanted, my body was reacting with an extreme sense of arousal.
Even now, I was certain that my wetness was dripping down onto his thighs and leaving an unmistakable wet spot on his slacks.
His fingers edged along my pussy again and I couldn’t stop myself from arching into his touch. I wanted his fingers on me. I wanted the orgasm he promised and the fury inside me grew stronger and more intense with every passing moment at my wayward and entirely too sordid thoughts.
Why was I like this? A man had spanked me fucking hard and all I wanted to do was come all over his fingers. I shouldn’t want this.