Page 255 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Setting the spoon down in front of me, he uses his other hand to part me, while he rubs his fingers through my soaked slit. Dragging my wetness everywhere, he touches every intimate part of me except for one. My throbbing clit.
“Are you enjoying your punishment now?”
I swallow hard, not knowing how to answer. “Is this a trick?”
“Maybe.”
Nervously, I chew my lip. “No?”
“You don’t sound so sure. Would you like to change your answer?”
His fingers slide up and down, not touching the spot I need him to again. I whine. And then he pulls his hand away from my pussy all together.
“Someone hasn’t learned their lesson yet. Because it’s very clear to me you’ve enjoyed this punishment so far. At least your pussy has.” His palm lands on my bottom in a tap, tap, tap, that’s light enough to be considered a pat, but on my sore ass, feels more like a sharp slap.
“I was going to get on with the ten swats for smacking Daddy’s ass, but I think you need more encouragement for truth telling.”
“No!” I call out, but he only tsks me and starts spanking me again. I note he’s not using the spoon this time, but keep my mouth firmly closed about it, because dammit, his hand reignites a fire on my skin that makes my eyes well up with tears.
“You ready to be Daddy’s good girl and tell no more lies?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good.” God, how much more fluid can my body leak? If I were a car, I think the mechanic would give up and tow me to the auto-wreckers.
“Okay, then. Let’s test this.” He hums. “What do you want Daddy to do right now?”
“How is this a test?” I ask, and earn myself a hard spank, this time on my thigh. “Ow!”
He clears his throat. “Well?”
“Why is this so embarrassing and simultaneously hot?”
“I’m losing patience. Keep this up and I won’t let you come when I fuck you. Do you want me to use you or do you want to come for Daddy?”
“I want you to touch my clit,” I blurt, suddenly not caring how humiliating saying that aloud is.
“Like this?” he asks, finally touching me there. I gasp as he circles it with the most delicious pressure.
“Gawd, yes,” I purr. “Now with your tongue, Daddy please.”
His dark chuckle induces shivers.
“Demanding little kitten, aren’t you?” He circles my clit again, and then plucks at it with his thumb and forefinger. Circle, pluck, and then a roll. Mewl.
“I’m letting you go. You’re not to move. Got me?”
Since he’s still playing with my clit I reply in an affirmative and follow it with a moan. With his right hand he plays between my folds, but his left…
The spoon hits my thigh with a stinging splat and I gasp, but the way his hand works between my thighs, the burn only serves as fuel to my core’s fire.
“Ow… ohh.”
A finger slides to my opening, collecting my juices and then over my bottom hole for a swirl. I’m trying to decide how I feel when another thwap hits my other thigh with the spoon and I arch.
“That’s two. Eight more.” And this is how it continues eight more times. Amadeo smacks that damn spoon on my sensitive thighs, and soothes the sting with his wandering fingers.
Successfully dragging my juices from slit to slit, he circles my pucker again.
“Relax, now honey. And reach back and hold those bottom cheeks open for Daddy.”
