Page 66 of Daddy's Princess

He stands, cupping my cheek with the hand that’s not lightly petting my wet pussy. “I’m going to take you over my knee and strap you with my belt.”

I moan because that’s one of my favorites, and he knows it. There is just something about the way leather feels. It hurts, but it’s so good too. At first, it feels like a line of fire, and then it sinks deeper until it’s a radiating warmth that fills me to the brim.

Oliver sits on the end of the bed. Without any prompting, I lay over his lap. He flips my skirt up and rubs the globes of my ass. It feels so good. He massages and caresses me until I’m completely lax. Then the spanking starts.

The first few lashes are a warm-up. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get any kind of friction on my clit. God, I needed this. The next set is harder. The thwapping sound of the leather hitting against my skin fills the room. I cry out when he strikes the delicate spot where my butt meets my thighs.

After two more, he pauses and massages my freshly strapped bottom. I can imagine the pink lines left behind by his belt. I know it turns him on to see his marks on me. The hard bulge of his cock under my stomach is proof of that.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Because you’re a big meanie?” I sass at him. Not wanting to risk that my spanking might be over before I’m ready.

He gives my sore bottom a particularly hard squeeze, and I groan. “Should I add five strokes with the hairbrush?”

Part of me wants to give him a bratty response, the smarter part knows that if he gets the hairbrush, the night might not end in the sexy fun times I’m hoping this punishment will turn into.

“Nooo… not that, daddy.”

“Tell me why you’re being punished.”

“Because I broke a rule, daddy,” I say contrite.

“That’s right. You broke a rule. Which one did you break?”

I sigh. “I ate sweets for dinner.”

“Do you know why I give you rules?”

“Yes, daddy. It’s because you love me and want to make sure I’m safe and well taken care of.”

“Exactly. Now, tell me your rules before we finish your spanking.”

“No sweets until after I eat a healthy dinner. No taking the train alone at night. Always wear panties under skirts because my pussy is only for daddy’s eyes. No cussing. No negative self-talk.”

“Good girl. Ten more with the belt, then we will put this behind us.”

“Thank you, daddy.” I truly mean that. I’m so very thankful that he’s able to fulfill my every desire. Because of him, I am able to be myself at all times. I can be in charge and in control at work—did I mention after I graduated, I got hired as a full-time illustrator at Titan-Rose? Well, I did. And after Wildwood made all the best sellers lists for children’s books, I got promoted to Jeff Thompson’s old position.

After a long chat with Oliver and Eloise, Jeff decided it was time to retire. I was shocked when my co-workers didn’t make a fuss at my quick promotion. I think they all see how hard I work in whatever project I’m involved in, not to mention, Oliver doesn’t let me get away with anything. There has been more than one time over the months that he’s taken me to task over changing something without his approval. Of course, he always comes around to seeing things my way, but he still doesn’t take it easy on me just because I’m his girlfriend.

I’m jarred from my musings when the belt hits my bottom in a burning line of fire. Now that he’s warmed me up, he’s not taking it easy on me. Each lash of his belt hurts worse than the last. I sink into the pain. It washes over me, taking away every thought in my mind except Oliver.

“One more, babygirl.”

I brace myself, knowing that this one is going to be on my sensitive sit spot, which he’s mostly avoided during this harsher part of my punishment. I cry out when the belt strikes. The pain is intense but quickly fades into a warm ache. It fades further when Oliver drops his belt to the floor and massages my abused bottom.

He pulls me up and arranges me on his lap so that I’m cuddled up to him. He wipes my tears and tells me what I a good girl I am. Once my tears subside, he kisses me. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated.

I turn so I’m straddling Oliver’s lap and grind down on the hard bar of his cock. I fumble with the button and zipper of his pants, he lifts his hips, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. I sink down onto him, moaning as his thick length stretches me in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he growls into my lips.

“Only because you’re so big, daddy.”

He grips my hips and pulls me down on his cock harder, faster until even though I’m on top, he’s the one in control. I give it up to him. I love it when he takes control from me. Knowing he wants me so much that he can’t help himself just does it for me.

Oliver slips his thumb through my folds, finding my clit with accuracy. “Oh, God, daddy,” I moan.

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