Page 26 of My Best Friend's Dad

Over and over again.

I had never felt anything like this.

He was spanking the very core of me, and the pleasure was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. With each stinging spank, my pussy pulsed, and I soon realized something else.

If this continued on for much longer, I just might come.

My nipples, still hidden by my t-shirt, had hardened to the point of pain, and every inch of my body was on fire.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, bad girl,” he ventured and then he dipped his fingers into the mess between my thighs. The moment his digits connected with my flesh, a jolt of electricity ran through me, and I yelped, surprised by the sudden overwhelming sensation.

His fingers slipped across the swollen lips of my pussy, and I couldn’t help but moan. I expected him to reach forward and find my clit, but he didn’t. Instead, he coated his fingers with my arousal and pulled them away.

I whined in disappointment, but then he took his wet fingers and dragged them across the flesh of my ass. He painted my cheeks with my own desire and the knowledge of it was enough to drive me mad.

After he was done, he didn’t move. An icy blast of air rushed across the room as the air conditioning kicked on and the cool feeling of my wetness drying on my skin filled me with shameful arousal.

It was so dirty.

So very wrong, but so very right.

His hand held me in place as I grappled with the embarrassingly intense state of my arousal. My thighs pressed together as my pussy pulsed.

For the first time in my life, I realized that with the right touch, I could come again even though I’d already orgasmed.

I wasn’t sure what to do with that. Did he know? My pussy clenched down hard, and I wondered if he could see it.

The burning across my ass was still simmering, but he didn’t let me down. Not yet.

Instinctually, I knew it was because my spanking wasn’t over.

Not that you want it to be…

“I think it’s time I took off my belt, bad girl,” he said, and my stomach flip-flopped as my heart pounded in my chest.

The anticipation of it was almost too much.

Would it hurt more than his hand? Would I like it? Would I hate it?

He shifted his weight and pulled his other hand away. With a snap, he removed his belt, the sound of the leather slithering from his belt loops and his jeans making a soft swishing sound that filled the room. My mouth went dry.

I whimpered as the strap trailed across my sore ass. The contrast between the cool leather and the warmth of the spanking made me shiver.

He didn’t say a word. He just continued dragging his belt across my skin, and I closed my eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe this was just what he liked before sex, some sort of dominant foreplay meant to set my pussy on fire before he filled it with his cock.

I didn’t know. At that point, I didn’t care.

But I would soon.

Before I could say anything, the first lash of the belt cut through the silence. I gasped, the sharp sting taking my breath away. He didn’t give me any time to recover. Instead, he swung the belt again, striking the opposite cheek.

When he brought the belt down the third time, it was with a resounding snap across the middle of my ass. The sound of it was sharp and the sting that followed was worse than any of the spanks with his hand.

I cried out, but I quickly stifled it.

It didn’t matter.

He heard.

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