Chapter 10 #4
My face burned as the salty sweetness of my own arousal burst across the inside of my mouth.
He didn’t say anything. He just watched, which only made it even more humiliating.
I knew that my obedience was the only way out, so I licked the wet spot carefully, ensuring that I didn’t miss a single spot with my tongue and when I was finally finished, I held up the gusset to show him that I’d done what he’d asked of me, trembling with shame the entire time.
“That was hard for you, wasn’t it, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered anxiously as he took my panties and laid them aside on top of the folded pile of clothing that I’d put beside him. I didn’t miss that he’d arranged them so that the wet spot was still on display.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He reached for the table and grasped the glass of water, handing it to me expectantly. I took it and drank a good deal of it rather gratefully before I passed it back to him. He put it down and took my hands firmly in his.
“I want to make something very clear before I take you over my knee, little girl. Your spanking tonight isn’t going to be role play.
I’m not spanking my naughty secretary or someone else.
I’m going to punish Keri for doing something as reckless as trying to bring herself to orgasm while she was behind the wheel of the car. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, unable to stop myself from trembling.
“Why else am I going to punish you, little girl?” he asked.
Fuck.
My pussy was nearly convulsing with arousal now.
“I don’t know,” I answered evasively. I looked away, entirely too embarrassed.
“You do, little girl. Why did you come here in the first place?” he demanded.
I refused to answer him. I turned away. I was too proud to admit the words he wanted me to say. He was right. I did know what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to say it. Not out loud.
That would make it real.
His fingers tightened around mine and he gently pulled me forward. I didn’t fight him as he took me over his knee, even though there was a part of me that wanted to. I wanted to punch and kick him, but I did none of that. I simply went over his knee as if it was where I was meant to be.
His palm grazed over my bottom.
“Why did you come here, little girl?” he asked again.
“I…”
“Tell me what you need,” he pressed. He patted my backside gently and from somewhere deep inside me, I found the courage to speak once more.
“I need you, Daddy,” I finally forced myself to say.
“Daddy is going to take care of you, little girl, whether it be keeping you safe and out of trouble or spanking your bare little bottom bright red when you’re naughty,” he murmured, and my face reddened even though I was staring straight down at the couch beneath me.
“Please, you don’t need to do this,” I finally managed to say, and he chuckled.
“You need a hard spanking, little girl. You need Daddy to punish you,” he chided.
“I…” I began.
“Admit it, little girl,” he warned as he grasped my right cheek firmly in his hand.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed. I did need this, and I didn’t know why.
“Do you want to know something else, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered nervously.
“It makes Daddy very hard to punish his naughty little girl,” he continued.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squealed. My hands moved to cover my face as if I could hide my shame, but at the exact moment, that’s when his fingers descended between my thighs.
“It makes you very wet to know Daddy’s cock is very hard knowing he has to punish you, doesn’t it?
” he pressed. He gave me no sympathy as his fingers drove up and down my wet folds and when he captured my clit between two of his thick digits, I cried out as merciless desire drove through my body like a knife.
“Yes, Daddy,” I finally wailed. Completely naked and with nowhere to hide, I couldn’t even remotely deny it, not when his fingers slid along my wetness.
I couldn’t hide anything from him. Not like this.
He slid a single finger inside my pussy, and I gasped out loud. I’d been fighting with my arousal for so long that I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his lap, taking that thick digit deeper, but I needed more.
He took his hand away and smeared my wetness on the back of my right thigh.
I cried out, mortified at the feeling. I couldn’t help but squirm as I tried to escape and he gripped my hip, capturing me firmly over his knee for the spanking I knew was coming.
His cock was hard against my stomach and my face heated knowing it was because of me.
He squeezed each cheek firmly before running the surface of his hand over my flesh. I knew he was looking at me, was admiring every last inch of my bare bottom whether I wanted him to or not.
But that was just it.
I wanted him to look because it made me wet. It made me feel desired. Like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I pressed my thighs together. I felt edgy. Needy.
His palm patted my right cheek once before it cracked down hard for the first time. To me, it sounded as loud as a gunshot and before I had a chance to cry out or try to squirm away, a second cracked against my left.
I hummed nervously, knowing that he was just getting started. My thighs tensed and slid against one another, leaving me more than aware of the fact that I’d gotten even wetter since he’d taken me over his lap.
He slapped my bottom a few times and at first, it didn’t really hurt.
It stung a little bit, but I could handle it.
To be honest, the sound was more jarring than the actual pain of each smack.
Then as the effect of several hard slaps started to add up, I fidgeted a bit more.
It was beginning to hurt, and my nerves rattled with fear.
His fingers dug into my hip as he gripped me even more firmly and my muscles tensed.
The real spanking began and for a while, I was able to cope with the increasing pain.
His smacks became firmer. Each slap cracked hard against my naked flesh and I bit my lip to try to stop myself from crying out, but that only worked for so long.
In an attempt to avoid the increasing sting of his palm, I tried to twist away but he had me pinned over his knee.
I couldn’t get away and worst of all, I couldn’t avoid a single spank.
Soon, his palm was branding a firm message across my naked backside. It burned hot as he scalded my flesh, and I couldn’t help but kick and writhe over his knee. This hurt. I wanted it to end.
He paused and I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was over. It had to be.
Only it wasn’t.
He tilted me forward and adjusted my body so that I was over one knee and before I knew what was happening, he’d used his other leg to pin mine in place. I was trapped. I couldn’t kick or squirm away and that scared me.
“Wait, please!” I pleaded.
“Did you touch your naughty little pussy without permission, little girl?” he asked as his palm bit into my naked cheeks again and again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.
He spanked me harder and harder and I was no longer capable of keeping my sounds quiet. I writhed as much as I possibly could, trying to avoid the harshness of his palm, but it was no use. It bit into me with precision and harsh intention. It was really hurting, and I couldn’t make it stop.
“Please. It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to, little girl. You’ve earned a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee and he’s not going to stop until he’s sure that you learned your lesson,” he scolded.
When the spanks ventured to the lower curve of my bottom, my cries grew louder and the pain grew more intense, but it all paled when he started to punish the backs of my thighs.
“I’ve had enough!” I howled. I tried to push up off the couch, but he held me securely over his lap and I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided that he would let me.
I tried to tighten my muscles, but that only made it hurt even more. He punished my backside from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs, ensuring that he spanked every square inch over and over again until I felt like I was on the edge of tears.
“Daddy, please!”
He spanked me even harder. His palm bit into my flesh, each smack echoing in the room and I was afraid that everyone in the house would know that I was naked over Daddy’s knee getting my little bottom spanked because I had been naughty.
“Are you in charge, little girl?” he chided.
“No, Daddy,” I answered, my voice strained as he continued to punish me. My entire bottom was burning hot and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
“Do you decide when your spanking ends?” he continued.
“No, Daddy,” I wailed.
My punishment continued longer and harder after that. My entire focus was forced on my scalded flesh and the more it continued, the more frustrated I became. I fought him and he only smacked my bottom more firmly, the sting burning deep into my core and settling in my clit.
“Please. I’m sorry!” I begged.
“I know you are, little girl. That’s why you’re over Daddy’s knee, aren’t you?” he pressed.
“Yes, Daddy, please. It hurts,” I pleaded.
He spanked my thighs firmly and without mercy and before I knew it, my breath hitched in the back of my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could.
I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want him to know he’d won.
His leg released mine and he readjusted me again so that my body was draped across one of his thighs. He angled me so that his one leg forced mine to remain open and then his fingers slipped between my thighs once more.
I knew what he’d find.
I was so fucking wet and that made me so angry. He’d spanked me for a third time and I’d almost cried, and still, it left me feeling so aroused that it was impossible to hide. His digits easily glided along my wetness and I snarled with fury as he captured my clit between two and teased me.