Page 5 of Until Daddy

“How many bad girl spankings have you gotten? I’d like an answer, please.”

“Three!” she answered quickly when his hand disappeared from her backside again. The first swat had left warmth behind, and she anticipated the next to be stronger if she started to displease him.

He smacked her again, a bit softer, and rubbed away the sting afterward. “Just three?” He tsked.

Discipline hadn’t been at the forefront of any of her previous boyfriends’ minds. They liked the slap and tickle game, but having to actually mete out punishment didn’t excite them.

“Yes, sir.” She gripped the chair leg after the third swat to her backside.

He chuckled, running his hand up and down her exposed thighs. His fingers barely slid under the hem of her dress, and she mentally willed him to slide up further.

“Either you’re a very good girl, or you’ve been overindulged.” His palm lifted from her thighs and peppered her ass with half a dozen swats. Not overly harsh, but enough sting to satisfy her and make her wiggle on his lap.

“Oh!” she said when he pinched her thigh, and she swung her hand back to protect her sensitive flesh.

“No, no. None of that, or I’ll have to hold your arm for you and give you a naughty spanking. You don’t want one of those already, do you?”

His voice reminded her of silken chocolate, so smooth and decadent. Her body responded well enough to it, too. Her clit brushed his leg as she wiggled beneath the spanks, and if she didn’t control herself, she would start humping his knee like a wild beast in heat.

“No, no, sir.” She gripped his pants leg as the spanking continued. A varied array of strong and soft swats spread out across both cheeks. He knew exactly how hard to spank in one area before moving to another. Warmth crescendoed over her bottom, stealing her focus from anything else going on in the room. As far as her mind was concerned it was only she and Jamison in the room.

“Now, that’s a good warm up.” He patted her backside and she looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes.Warm up?“You didn’t think that was the end of it, did you, little girl?” He winked at her.

His hands, now warm from the delivery of the spanking, slid under her skirt and pushed it up over her hips, revealing her naked bottom. The thong she’d put on had been cute and practical with the tightness of the skirt so as not to show panty lines, but his tsking sound didn’t give her the impression he was pleased.

“A thong.” He pulled up the string nestled between her cheeks and let it snap back into place. “Little girls shouldn’t wear such clothing.” He patted her right buttock. “Your bottom is already a pretty pink.” His hand roamed again over her cheeks while his free hand rested on her back. “I think my little girl can take a bit more from me tonight. What do you think?”

His little girl? She didn’t hate the sound of that.

“Yes… sir.” The word, the title that would make the moment that much more perfect, stayed lodged in her throat.

When his hand made contact with her bare bottom, she jumped, the sting much sharper than before. Her dress wasn’t very thick—even with it being December in Chicago, she’d worn a thinner fabric—so it wasn’t protecting her much. His naked hand on her equally exposed bottom shouldn’t feel so much harder than with the flimsy material protecting her. Another swat and she jumped again. More heat spread, and he continued to rain down fire across her bottom.

She wiggled and kicked her ankles, both of which he stilled by hugging her closer to his body and wrapping one leg around both of hers.

“Oh! Ow!” She covered her bottom momentarily but quickly moved her hand out of the way, sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to go harder on her if he felt the need.

As much as her bottom began to throb, her clit reacted in kind. The wiggling only made her need worse, and the pressure built in her lower belly, aching for release.

“That’s a good girl. Almost finished.” He dragged his nails across her sore backside, making her hiss.

“Yes, sir.” She could feel the tingling and soaring sensation that only a solid spanking could bring her, and although she felt every one of the harder smacks he brought down on her, they only served to bring her to a more pleasant plane.

“There we are.” He dug his nails into her again and she sighed, resting her head against his calf. “You did so good. And good girls get very good rewards.” He moved his leg so he was no longer trapping her and pushed her outer thigh away. “Open your legs for me, Carissa, let me get to your sweetness. You need a release and deserve it.”

She mumbled something, but even she couldn’t decipher what it was. Still, she obeyed, spreading her legs and even lifting her hips from his lap to give him better access. He didn’t pull her panties aside but rather slid his fingers beneath the thin, wet material.

“So wet for me.” With his free hand, he ran up the length of her back and sank his fingers into her hair, fisting it and pulling back until she arched upward. “Now, keep being a good girl and fuck my fingers. Come on my lap, with your bright red ass staring up at me.” He plunged two fingers into her passageway, and she groaned with the pleasure of it.

She planted her toes on the ground and did exactly as he instructed. His fingers fucked her while she pushed against him. When a finger brushed against her clit, she groaned and began to ride his lap even harder.

“Oh! Oh, god!” She gripped his leg.

“That’s my good girl, come for me, come hard.” He tugged her hair and the little bit of extra pressure, the tiniest flash of pain, and she skyrocketed over the edge on which she’d been teetering. She screamed out her release, rocking harder against his thighs and riding every severe pulsation of her orgasm until, finally, everything stilled. Her breath began to settle and her orgasm faded silently, leaving her in a haze of genuine softness.

Quietly, Jamison helped her rearrange her clothing and to get on her feet. He pulled her back into his lap and pushed her head against his chest, letting her take more time to come back to earth.

“You are more than I expected,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. He smelled of musky aftershave. She snuggled further into his neck. “Better than I could have wished for.” He kissed her again.

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