Page 9 of Cheese Daddy

Get his hands all over Bree.

Make Bree moan with pleasure.

“We’ll leave them on.” Her little moue of disappointment made him smile. “Get in position on the bench, sweetheart, so I can spank your naughty bottom.”

Oh, yes, someone definitely liked being called naughty. She sucked in a breath, then turned away from him. Even though she didn’t really need him for support, Owen still had his hands on her when she straddled the bench. It couldn’t hurt, and he liked touching her. Stroking her sides. Holding her hips as she got into position.

Her very spankable ass was now tilted upward as she wriggled it as she tried to get more comfortable. Owen stepped back to enjoy the show. The bench had places for her hands and knees, but it was still not a position she was used to, so it took her a moment to settle into place.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, running his hands over her buttocks and giving them a squeeze. The lacy red panties were bright against her brown skin, and he could see that the gusset was already soaked with her arousal. “Are you ready for your spanking, naughty girl?”

Bree’s breath hitched before she replied.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Another little wiggle from her body.

Owen grinned as he rubbed his hands over her bottom, going back and forth between where her skin was exposed and the lace of her underwear. Bent over like this, there was quite a bit of her bottom peeking out, including her sit spots, which would be the most painful if he spanked them.

“Why are you being punished, sweetheart?”

Rather than answering right away, she lifted her head to look over her shoulder with an incredulous expression. Owen brought his hand down hard on her bottom, giving her one initial stinging swat that made her yelp. Her head snapped back around into place.

“You need to answer me, naughty girl. Why are you being punished? A punishment does no good if the person being punished doesn’t know why.” That was actually very true, and if she ever got a real disciplinary spanking, they’d be doing the exact same thing but with more serious intent.

Bree huffed out a sigh and shook her head, but she still answered.

“Because I interrupted you and insulted your cheese.” She actually sounded a little sorry about the first part, but when she got to the second part, it sounded more like she was mocking him. Owen shook his head. Maybe he’d give her a little harder spanking than he initially intended… though, of course, it would all depend on how well she took it.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy.” Despite herself, she couldn’t quite hold the sincerity in her voice and ended up giggling halfway through, which made Owen’s lips twitch.

Well, she’d probably take it more seriously in a few minutes.

Lifting his hand, he brought it down on her bottom with a crisp, firm swat that made her squeal and jump in place. It wasn’t truly a hard swat but enough to ensure she really felt it. Before she could say anything, his hand was already coming down again.

5

Bree

Oh my God, Owen is spanking me!

And it hurt. Holy crap it hurt.

But she didn’t want him to stop, either, which was a bit confusing.

First came the sting and the burn. Then came the realization that Master Tom had gone way easier on her spanking than she’d known at the time. Then came a wave of heat through her bottom and her pussy that made her wiggle atop the spanking bench. Just knowing it was Owen behind her, that he was the one spanking her, made her want to do more. Endure more.

Did it hurt? Yes, but she could handle it.

Not only could she handle it, but when he paused to run his hand over her hot bottom, she actually moaned. The skin felt tighter, more sensitive, so warm, and it shouldn’t have felt as good as it did when he touched her like that.

“How are you doing, sweetheart? Can you take ten more?”

“Ten?” she asked, her voice coming out as a squeak. All her bravado fled.

Despite that, she also knew he wasn’t spanking her with full force. She’d seen some pretty hard spankings here at Outlands, spankings with hands, hairbrushes, paddles. She knew he wasn’t really giving her a ‘punishment’ spanking, even if her butt was starting to feel as if it was on fire.

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