Page 24 of Marauding Daddies

Chapter Eleven

Splendor Orchard Farm, the spanking...

Aria glanced at Keith in a silent entreaty to interfere. The last thing she expected when she woke up this morning was that she would be spanked.

In her own home, in the study... with the farmhands wandering about outside and within hearing distance. How would she be able to look any of them in the eye if she started screaming like a banshee when the first strike landed? Worse, if any of them came charging in to rescue her, only to find her ass up over their neighbor’s lap being punished.

“Best you drape yourself over Kev’s lap, Babygirl, before he changes his mind and goes looking for that wooden spoon.”

Once again, her body immediately obeyed, and she found herself lying over Kevin’s knees, desperately holding onto his leg for support.

“There’s nothing as enticing as a Babygirl’s immediate response to orders,” he purred as he boldly cupped the apex between her legs.

With her eyes as wide as saucers at the unexpectedness of his touch, Aria clawed at the carpet to keep herself from toppling over when he pushed her forward using the hold he had over her girly bits. She worried unnecessarily, though, since a hard hand on her lower back held her firmly in place.

Her knuckles turned bone white where she grabbed onto the foot of the chair when Kevin rubbed his hand back and forth over her jean-covered mound, all the way over her pussy to end at her anus. The gasp in her throat died an early death as she allowed the heat flowing from him into her. For the first time in her active sex life, she just relaxed and... felt, losing herself in the sensations he sparked to life.

“Oww! Fucking hell,” she moaned as he drew his hand back and swatted, first the one and then the other cheek. Initially, she had been relieved that he hadn’t expected her to take off her jeans. Now, she wasn’t so sure since the material stretched so tight over her buttocks, it aided rather than deterred the impact of his hand landing with utmost accuracy. Over and over until her muted gasps for air turned into low cries of pitiful agony.

“Keep your legs down, Babygirl,” Kevin warned as she pulled her feet up after an especially harsh volley of swats. “Lift them again, and I’ll add ten more swats, understand?”

Aria nodded, groaning as he rubbed her behind, ruthlessly forcing the stinging pain deeper to settle in the throbbing muscles before it bounced off her bones, sparking a profound lust to life inside her.

“Nods don’t work for me, little one. Speak up.”

“Yes,” she gasped as he mercilessly spanked her again. “Yes, Sir.” She kicked up both feet but snapped them back just as quickly as he landed a particularly painful strike. It served as a reminder, and she quickly corrected herself. “I’m sorry! Yes, Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he praised as his large hand once again rubbed her now blazing buttocks. It was a short relief as he started spanking her again. The crack of his palm against the tight denim sounded brisk and offered a delightful, albeit painful sting that made her body quake in shock. It was perplexing that her clit was buzzing in tandem with her pussy throbbing and pulsing. It reminded her too much of that first hard thrust of penetration when Kevin had fucked her on auction night.

His large palm continued to lay vigorous, monosyllabic smacks across the swell of her buttocks. She became mesmerized by the rhythm... left, right, left, right. No pause and as steady as a metronome, with just the precise level of impact to make her pant as the burn began to scatter outward, encompassing every curved inch of her behind. The searing bite was suddenly ubiquitous and swiftly turned unpleasant. Pain flamed through her like wildfire.

“Easy, Babygirl,” he coaxed her as she flinched at the last strike. The arm restraining her tightened around her back, holding her in place as he gently rubbed her tender buttocks, soothing the hurt.

“Stop! Please,” she pleaded with a teary voice. It was the first time she felt helpless, and although she was more than capable of freeing herself, she didn’t move. In that, Aria was a natural submissive. Once she gave the power to a Dominant, she accepted his control over her.

“Because it hurts?” he murmured as he gave her another couple of swats.

“Yes! Of course, it hurts,” she wailed, digging her nails into the carpet to keep from bursting into tears.

“You should know that disciplinary spankings will always hurt, and I, for one, will never soften it with any kind of erotic teasing.” His tone was amused.

Not responding, she closed her eyes as his hands started an exploration over her curves, searching and measuring as his fingers climbed the gentle curve of her stinging ass.

“Oh God,” she moaned as he teased the fire he had ignited and stirred the flames within higher until she started to writhe under his hand. “Stop, Daddy! Please, I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I’d like to be sure you know what you were punished for and what you’re saying you’re sorry for.”

“I’m sorry for running away on the night of the auction. I know I should’ve woken you up and said goodbye, but—” She abruptly cut off the explanation before she blurted out just how she had sexually been blown away by the experience.

“Hmm,” Kevin looked at Keith. “It seems we have a natural naughty little girl on our hands. She has yet to understand we won’t stand for secrets or hiding of emotions from us in this relationship.”

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