Page 8 of Daddy's Princess

She tenses at my words. “But—” Sugar cuts herself off before she can say more.

“But you want your spanking. Don’t you, sweet girl?”

“Yes, daddy, please.” I’m only slightly surprised that she allowed herself to admit what we both know. I wonder again how long it’s been since she was taken over someone’s knee. I force the thought away because the idea of her over anyone else’s knee like this makes me want to go into a rage.

I give her ass a little pat of approval, then pull her panties down below her cheeks. There is the barest blush of pink on her skin from the first part of her spanking. I don’t let myself admire it for long. I can feel Sugar’s anticipation. My girl wants her spanking, and I don’t want to disappoint.

My hand crashes down on her bare skin, the slapping of skin on skin ringing out in the room in the most satisfying way. Sugar jerks on my lap but doesn’t say a word. I can’t hold back my satisfied smile at the bright pink handprint that spank left behind. I give the other side the same, making it a matching set.

Fuck, her ass is perfect with my handprints on it. I spank each cheek one more time, then deliver the last swat to both cheeks at once in the hardest spank of all. That one causes Sugar to cry out, but she doesn’t try to move away.

I rub her ass cheeks, admiring my handiwork. Ha!Handiwork. It takes a significant amount of self-control not to laugh at my little joke. The feeling catches me off guard. When is the last time I felt this kind of light-hearted happiness? Is it just the fact that I’m embracing my dominant side for the first time in years, or is it Sugar? I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s Sugar.

“Please…” Sugar lets out a little sob. I can’t tell if it’s a needy sound or if it’s from the spanking. It wasn’t that intense, but everyone’s pain threshold is different, and those last five strokes were enough to make my palm tingle.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop. Please.” She’s pleading with me. For pleasure or pain?

I make a tsking sound. “You need to be more specific.”

“I need more, daddy. Please, spank me.”

I let out a low groan as my cock jerks behind my zipper. Fuck, Sugar is perfect.

“How many do you need?” Typically, I wouldn’t ask, but she was only half wrong earlier when she said I couldn’t punish her, Ishouldn’tpunish her. At least, not without having discussed limits and expectations. We aren’t in a relationship. She owes me nothing, and yet, I can’t seem to help myself.

She doesn’t seem to know how to answer that question. Though, I’m not completely surprised. Most submissives wouldn’t be able to answer that question. One of the things that submissives crave is the freedom of not having to worry about decisions. They give those choices to their dom. They are only responsible for following the rules and doing what they’ve been told in a scene. Oftentimes becoming overwhelmed when they are given a choice.

“Do you have a safeword?” I ask instead.

“Red. Not very inventive, I know,” she says with a note of self-deprecation in her tone.

“There’s nothing wrong with simple.” I give her bottom a little pat. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you the spanking you crave, and if it’s too much, you have your safeword.”

“What… um… What if I want more than just a spanking?” Sugar asks haltingly.

I have to stop myself from declaring I’ll give her everything. As it is, I can’t hold back my groan because holy hell, do I want this woman. I can’t have this conversation with her freshly spanked ass tempting me. I need to see her. Watch her reactions. I have to know that she understands exactly what she’s asking for.

I set Sugar upright on my lap. She’s adorably rumpled. Her dark hair is tangled around her tiara, but it’s somehow managed to stay on her head. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes hooded with need. She looks like a wet dream come true.

“I thought—” I cut off her words with a finger to her lips.

“Iamgoing to spank you. It’ll be my pleasure, but we need to talk first. You asked about more. We need to establish your limits now before you’re hopped up on endorphins and making decisions based on what your body craves.”

“Orgasms.” She says it so fast it causes me to chuckle, especially when she blushes at her own outburst.

“I think I can do that, baby.” I run my fingertips up and down her inner thigh, relishing the feel of her silky-soft skin. “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers?” I move my fingers higher up her thigh until my pinky finger barely grazes her panties. I lean in close until my lips are against her ear, lowering my voice to an impassioned whisper. “Or do you want me to lick that sweet little cunt until you come all over my face?” Sugar lets out a needy little moan when I take her earlobe between my teeth and give it a little nip. “Or do you want me to fill your aching pussy with my cock and fuck you until you forget your own name?”

“I haven’t—” she starts, then seems to think better of whatever she was about to say.

“Haven’t what, baby?” I’m still gently caressing her thighs, teasing against her panties on every upward pass.

She shifts in my lap, trying to get more of the friction my touch keeps hinting at but denying. I move my hand away completely when she doesn’t answer right away, she whimpers at the loss, but still doesn’t answer my question.

“Tell me.” This time I don’t ask, I demand.

Sugar worries at her bottom lip with her teeth. “It’s just… been a while, that’s all.”

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