Page 49 of Teaching His Babygirl

He reaches out and rubs his thumb over my nipple, causing it to furl into a stiff peak. “So responsive.” He does the same to the other nipple. My head drops back on a moan as he teases my nipples. His lips trail lightly over my neck as his hands grip my ass in an almost punishing grasp. I gasp and moan, loving his possessive touches.

Unable to help myself, I start to unbutton his shirt. I’ve only released three buttons when his strong hands grip my wrists, stopping me.

“Daddy,” I plead. “I want to see you. To feel you.”

“Soon, babygirl,” he coos, then leads me towards the couch. He sits and pats his lap wordlessly telling me exactly what he wants. I don’t even pretend to fight it. I want this as badly as he does.

I carefully arrange myself over his lap. I tense as I get into position. No matter how much I want the spanking, there is always that brief moment of fear of the unknown. How many spanks? How hard? Will it hurt? How bad will it hurt? I jump when his big hand comes down on my bottom in a gentle tap.

“Shh, relax, babygirl.”

I inwardly snort.Easy for you to say, you’re not the one about to get their butt lit up.

He caresses my skin, running soothing fingers up and down my back, drawing patterns on my skin until I’m completely limp over his lap. Only when I’m utterly relaxed, and my mind is quiet does the spanking start.

His hand comes down on my bottom over and over, not hard enough to really hurt. No, he’s got other plans so he’s just warming my skin. Preparing me for something harsher. I whimper when the hits come harder and faster, especially when he gets my sensitive sit spots.

Colt alternates spanking with rubbing until I’m so lost to the bliss of it all that I’m floating in a haze of pleasurable pain. I’m jerked from that place in a second when the ruler cracks down on me in two quick slaps.

“Ow! Daddy!” I cry out more from shock than pain. He doesn’t stop, despite my flailing legs. With a hand on my lower back, he pins me to his lap and continues my punishment.

“Do you know why you’re getting this spanking?” he asks lowly.

“Because I spanked you with the ruler.” That’s not why, and I know it, but it’s much easier than admitting that I pushed him away and caused us both unnecessary pain. Especially when I could have told him what was happening and prevented it all. The ruler cracks down directly on my sit spot, causing me to squeal. “Because I pushed you away!”

“Better. This spanking is to remind you that I’m your daddy. I’m yours, and only yours. And you are mine.” He punctuates those last four words with a solid spank to each of my cheeks.

My whole bottom feels like it’s on fire as my spanking commences. I’m crying and blubbering about how sorry I am and how much I love him and that I’ll never leave him again when I hear the ruler fall to the hardwood floor. Colt pulls me up onto his lap, cuddling me.

“Shh… It’s okay, beauty. All is forgiven now.”

I wrap myself around his strong body, holding him close as he strokes his fingers through my hair. My freshly spanked bottom chafes against his jeans, reminding me of my punishment. His other hand slowly roams over my body, igniting my desire. He tweaks a nipple and I moan, wriggling against his hard length.

He fists my hair and pulls my lips up for a demanding kiss. A kiss that marks me as his more than any spanking ever could.

“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his teeth nipping, his tongue stroking until we are both panting and moving against each other for the sweet friction we both crave. “I wanted to go slow, but I can’t. I need you too fucking bad, Darlene.”

“I’m yours, Colt. Take me. Fuck me,” I demand with a little growl of my own. My hands fisting in his hair.

I gasp when he sweeps me off his lap and throws me over his shoulder. He storms down the hallway to my bedroom like a man on a mission. He tosses me onto the bed then rips his shirt off. Next come his pants and briefs. He stands before me completely naked and glorious. I want to kiss and lick every inch of his muscular chest down to his throbbing cock, but I know that’s not happening right now.

Later, I think to myself.Definitely later.

Colt grabs my ankles and yanks me down to the edge of the bed. I gasp, then moan when his mouth comes down on me. He licks and sucks my clit, two of his thick fingers plunging inside me. His tongue swirls while his fingers work magic on my g-spot, and faster than I ever thought possible, I’m coming. He growls into my pussy, not letting up on his suckling. My orgasm crests, and then I’m thrown right into a second, more powerful one.

“Colt!” I scream, fisting his hair. I’m desperately pulling at him. I want him to stop. I want him to never stop. It’s so good it hurts. My whole body is a confused mess of sensation. One part undeniable pleasure. The other exquisite pain. They bleed into one another until all I can do is scream out my orgasm.

Finally, he has mercy and releases my clit from his torment. “You taste like the sweetest candy,” Colt rumbles. “I could eat you all day.”

“You’d kill me,” I say, panting for breath.

“You’d love it,” he counters.

He’s not wrong. What a sweet way to go. Death by orgasm.

Colt stands, his rock-hard cock thick and proud. “I’m going to fuck you now, beauty.”

“Yes,” I nod, wanting him as badly as he wants me.

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