Page 7 of Daddy's Princess

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Oliver

Sugar makesa few half-hearted attempts to get me to put her down that I stoutly ignore. I don’t take her back to the dollhouse. The jealous anger is still pumping through my veins, and the last thing I want is to have a bunch of people watching what’s about to happen. The door to the private room snicks shut, I pause just long enough to close the blinds.

Some people leave the blinds open, inviting others to watch their scenes. Exhibitionism doesn’t usually bother me, but the thought of anyone seeing Sugar vulnerable sends a violent rush of adrenaline through my veins. I have no real claim to her, but in this moment, she’s mine, and I refuse to share her.

I stride further into the room, taking in my options… This isn’t the room I usually would have picked. It’s set up more like a medical examination room on one side, but like all private rooms, the other side is set up much like a typical bedroom. Though the big bed has a few extras, I’m not interested in those right now either.

Sugar lets out a little gasp of surprise as I set her on her feet, then again when I pull her over my lap, not giving her even a moment to get her bearings. My hand crashes down on her bottom. Her dress has enough layers that she probably barely feels the impact.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” she yells, finally finding her voice.

“By my calculations, you’ve earned twelve more of those.”

“You can’t punish me!”

I push her dress up, exposing more and more of her creamy thighs until her lace covered ass is right there. She’s wearing a pair of white lace panties. My cock is harder than it’s ever been as she wriggles, trying to get away.

“Watch me,” I say as I bring my hand down on her upturned ass again. The sound a lot more satisfying than the last. She lets out a little squeak, then starts to flail her legs. I quickly wrap one leg around hers, pinning her so she can’t kick.

“You… we…” I spank her again, harder this time, cutting off whatever protest she is about to make.

I spank her again and again. Switching from one butt cheek to the other. She’s no longer protesting. Instead, she’s collapsed over my lap, accepting each swat with an almost eager anticipation. How long has it been since she’s been properly spanked?

Too damn long, I decide.

I pause her spanking to admire the pinkness that is blooming below the see-through lace. I gently massage the abused flesh, not wanting to completely overwhelm her right out of the gate. No, she needs to be in possession of all of her faculties after this spanking so we can have a little talk.

“Why’d you stop? Did you lose count?” There is a hint of sass in her voice that makes me smile.

“I thought you wanted me to stop?”

She wriggles a little. “I… um…”

I give her bottom a little pat. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you want your spanking. Your wet panties tell me everything I need to know.” I run my fingers between her legs, proving my words true when I find the gusset of her panties completely soaked through. She moans and pushes back into my exploring fingers, silently begging for more. “How many?”

I cup her pussy in my hand and tap lightly over her clit, teasing. Sugar lets out a sexy little mewling sound that has me aching to rip her panties from her body and bury myself inside her. I squeeze a bit harder causing her to gasp. It’s both a tease and a reminder to answer. She doesn’t disappoint when she breathlessly tells me eight.

“Good girl.” I reward her by tapping my fingers over her needy clit again. “And how many more?”

I keep teasing her body, adding a bit more pressure with every touch. “Oh, God, f-five,” she finally stutters.

“Five what?”

“Sir?” she says it like a question.

“Try again.”

I rub her clit more firmly, giving her what she wants, coaxing her to give me what I want. I’m not disappointed.

“Daddy.” The word falls from her lips on a breathless moan, and it’s fucking perfection. I want to hear her scream it as I fill her with my cock.

Soon.

Soon, she’s going to be mindlessly screaming my name so that everyone in the club can hear who is laying claim to her sweet cunt.

“Such a good girl. Maybe I should forgive the rest of your punishment.”

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