Chapter 10 #5
It made me mad that my body responded to him instantly. I couldn’t stop the way my nipples were tight with desire and the way my hips rolled as his fingers explored my flesh.
“Your little bottom is bright red, and this pretty little pussy is soaking wet,” he observed, and a jolt of pleasure centered in my clit.
It throbbed hard with need and I wrestled with the anger inside me even as rampant need coursed through my veins.
I squirmed against him and that only served to rub my clit even more firmly against his fingers.
His palm grazed over my backside and he spanked each side incredibly hard before his fingers dove back between my thighs.
“It makes Daddy’s cock very hard to spank this little bottom. It’s going to make me even harder when I punish you with my belt,” he warned darkly, and a hard shudder raced down my spine.
“No, please!” I begged.
His fingers worked my clit, edging me close to orgasm once again and I keened as pain and pleasure went to war inside me.
I curled my hips inward, arching back and forth and even though I tried everything in my power not to give in, I soon found myself grinding against his fingers because I wanted release. I needed it.
His fingers worked faster, pinching and circling my clit with frantic intensity and just when I was about to come, he pulled his hand away.
His denial cut through me like a knife and I cried out with shock.
He released his hold on my hip and I whimpered as my unreleased desire bit deep into my core.
I needed to come so badly that it was beginning to hurt.
It was also fueling the anger deep inside me and nothing I could do would stop it.
“Please. I can’t,” I pleaded.
“On your knees. You’re going to watch as Daddy takes off his belt,” he instructed, his tone stern and I knew better than to argue.
Cautiously, I made myself climb off his lap.
He watched as I knelt on the soft carpet before him and I found myself staring at the floor, exceedingly aware that a single drop of my own wetness was sliding down my right inner thigh.
I’d never felt that before. I swallowed my shame and tried to hide the way my face was heating with every bit of it.
“Look at me, little girl. If you take your eyes off my belt, you’ll go back over my knee for another spanking before your belting,” he warned, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.
I forced my eyes to his waist, watching as his hands descended to his belt buckle with purposeful intention.
My own hands fidgeted in front of me and I faltered as I tried to figure out where to put them.
“Hands behind your back. Present those beautiful breasts and spread those pretty thighs for me. Daddy wants to see every inch of you,” he instructed.
Slowly, I spread my knees and folded my hands together at the small of my back.
My eyes locked onto the brown leather of his belt.
It was well worn in and thick. He slid the end through the buckle and pulled it taut enough to undo the metal prong.
The swishing sound of the leather sliding against leather was hypnotic and when he pulled it free from his slacks, I felt another drop of arousal glide down my thighs.
This was going to hurt. Why was it making me even wetter?
He folded it in half, watching me intently as he did so. His eyes dropped to look at my breasts and down between my thighs.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he mused, and I flushed hot with shame at his observation. I wanted to close my legs. I wanted to hide, but there was something in me that kept myself on display for him. There was a part of me that wanted to obey him.
That wanted to please Daddy.
“Does your bottom hurt, little girl?” he asked.
I scowled back at him for a long moment before I remembered myself.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, unable to hide my annoyance at the way my body was responding. His eyes narrowed and his lips turned up in a tiny smirk. He was enjoying this.
His palm stroked up and down his cock and I couldn’t tear my eyes away even though it was still covered by the fabric of his pants.
“Daddy is very hard, little girl. It makes him even harder to know that your little bottom is sore from your spanking,” he mused, and my face reddened even further.
I chewed my lip, wanting to look away and not being able to bring myself to.
“Give me your right hand, little girl,” he instructed, and I obeyed.
He took my hand and pressed it against his cock, making me feel just how hard he was.
I hummed nervously, trying to wrangle with the shame heating my face, the arousal simmering between my thighs, and the anger at my body’s betrayal through all this.
“Tell me. What do you feel?” he said gently.
“Your hard cock, Daddy,” I whimpered. I grappled with my blazing hot embarrassment and his palm gripped my fingers tightly.
“You’ve never felt Daddy’s belt on your bare little bottom before, have you, little girl?” he pressed.
“No, Daddy,” I whispered anxiously.
“Daddy is going to give you just a taste of what it’s like. Then you’re going to show Daddy with your mouth what a good little girl you can be before he gives you the belting you’ve earned,” he warned, and a harsh shiver of aroused anxiety and fury raced down my spine.
A strangled gasp escaped my throat.
“Come, give me your hand. Bend over and show that bright red bottom to Daddy,” he demanded. I reached for the fingers he offered, and he pulled me forward. He arranged me so that my hands pressed against the couch cushions.
“Arch your back, little girl. Display yourself for Daddy,” he instructed firmly, and I bit my lip nervously. His hand held the side of my hip and I heard the sound of the belt slicing through the air before it cracked against my bottom.
A line of fire blossomed across my ass and I attempted to pop up, but his hand held me in place. Two more hard lashes bit into my bare backside and I keened, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to take the harsh pain that sank in even more deeply than his palm had.
My pussy spasmed with need and I felt my pleasure folding in on itself. It grew stronger, more persistent and my clit throbbed with my boundless desire.
Fuck.
I whimpered and cried out as the welts began to rise on my skin.
As the seconds passed, they burned even hotter than before until they peaked with a scalding stinging sensation that made me dance from one foot to the other.
His fingers ran over the three stripes, slow and exploratory.
I should have expected it, but when those same thick digits pushed into my soaked folds, I shuddered hard with surprise.
“Such a very wet little pussy,” he observed, and my mouth went dry, my words failing me.
“Kneel for Daddy,” he demanded. My cries turned softer and I reached for his arm, now far more nervous for what was to come than I’d been before.
He sat down on the couch and indicated for me to place myself between his thighs.
I licked my lips as I lowered myself, watching as he unbuttoned his slacks and freed his cock.
For me.
“Look at how hard I am for you, little girl. Do you want to show Daddy that you can be a good girl before he finishes punishing your naughty little bottom with his belt?” he threatened, and I hummed anxiously.
I hated that I was wet just thinking about taking his cock in my mouth. I sat back down on my heels and popped back up, startled at the burning sting his belt had left behind.
“Touch Daddy’s cock with your fingers. Feel how hard it makes me to know that I’m going to belt your bare little bottom. Feel how much harder it makes me when I think about how much it’s going to hurt, little girl,” he threatened.
I felt myself growing wetter and my fury at my body’s betrayal consumed me.
I bit back my anger and did as I was told.
I reached for his cock, just brushing my fingers along its velvet softness before I took a firmer hold of his thick rigidity.
My fingers looked so small against his massive girth and I shuddered nervously as I thought about taking all of him in between my thighs.
Would it hurt? Would I like it if it did?
My pussy clenched down as I imagined what it might feel like.
I pushed away my sordid thoughts angrily. I shouldn’t be thinking about taking all of him inside me. I shouldn’t think about the fact that he’d promised he’d fuck me tonight.
My nipples pebbled tight. He reached for one and pinched it gently before he grasped it tightly and pulled it in his direction hard enough to sting. Pain blossomed across my breast and I cried out. Finally, he released me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Use that talented little tongue and lick up and down Daddy’s cock. Explore how hard Daddy is for you as he thinks about how he’s going to stripe your naughty bottom with his belt,” he warned.
I tried to temper my annoyance at my rampant arousal, but it was difficult.
I licked my lips, imagining the taste of him on my tongue and I hated to admit it to myself, but I wanted to take him in my mouth.
I wanted him to call me a good girl. I wanted him to bend me over the couch and show me what a real fucking was.
I wanted it all and that made me more furious at myself than ever before.
Tentatively, I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out far enough to drag it up the length of his cock.
His skin was salty, tasting of pure masculinity and the promise of something more if I would only just give in.
I swirled around the head of his cock, taking time to lick the slit as a drop of pre-cum seeped from the top.
Maybe he wouldn’t belt me as hard if I showed him how I could be a good girl with my mouth.