Page 52 of Teaching His Babygirl

I shrug. “I’m not sure. Swinging?”

Colt laughs. “Is that what you want to do for your birthday?”

I lick my lips and look up at him. “Maybe?”

“I guess we could change plans.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be swinging tonight, Tessa,” I say, completely distracted by my sexy boyfriend.

Tessa walks away with a laugh.

“Are you ready to play?” Colt asks. “Someone has a birthday spanking coming to her.”

“Yes!” My response is so quick and enthusiastic that he laughs.

“Let’s see if you’re so excited after twenty-eight swats.”

My eyes grow wide. “Twenty-eight?”

“One for every year you’ve been on this Earth, beauty.”

He holds me close and kisses me sweetly, then bends at the knee and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the restaurant and to a private room. I giggle when people whistle and hoot at us as we pass.

Colt doesn’t put me down until we are locked inside a private room—the Wonderland room, my favorite. He sets me on my feet then shrugs out of his suit jacket. I watch his muscles flex as he slowly rolls up his shirtsleeves. I think this might be the sexiest part of getting ready for a spanking. Especially a funishment like I’m getting tonight.

My core clenches at the look of fire in my boyfriend’s eyes. He’s in full-on daddy mode, and it’s everything my naughty thoughts could have dreamed up and better. Once his sleeves are expertly rolled, showing off his muscular forearms, he starts stripping me to my panties and bra. Then he has me completely naked and over his lap.

I’m breathless with anticipation as he lovingly strokes my backside. “Look at this pretty pale canvas ready for me to paint.”

He gives me a small swat that makes me tense from the surprise of it, but I immediately relax. His hand comes down again and again in light, teasing smacks as he warms me up. I moan when Colt’s fingers trail between my cheeks then to my pussy. His fingers slide through my slick folds and circle my clit before dipping inside me. I push back against his hand, wanting more.

Of course, he pulls his hand away and continues my spanking, leaving me wanting, but at the same time craving more of his firm hand. He increases the power behind his strokes until they are hard and painful, but I’m riding that invisible line between pain and pleasure so it’s all just pleasure.

“Twenty-seven,” he says before spanking directly over my sit spot, then he spanks the other side. “Twenty-eight.”

His hand lovingly caresses my heated bottom, and I groan. I relax into his lap, feeling nothing but the high of endorphins. My pussy is so wet, my thighs are slick with my cream. I squeal and arch off his lap when there is a sharp pain on my bottom.

“Can’t forget the pinch for good luck,” Colt says with a chuckle.

“Mean, daddy.” I reach back and rub the spot he pinched.

I don’t get away with it for long before he has both my hands pinned to the small of my back in one of his. Then his fingers are at my pussy, stroking and teasing me until I’m wriggling like a wanton mess.

“Please, daddy…”

Colt puts me out of my misery and thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy. My body is so primed that I’m crashing into an orgasm within mere seconds. “Oh, God!” I scream as he keeps fingering me right through my release.

The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the bed, and he’s between my legs with his mouth on me. He’s licking and teasing my pussy until I’m thrown over the edge yet again.

“That’s two,” he growls against my pussy.

I blink down at him in confusion.

“Birthday orgasms, babygirl,” he says with a sexy smirk.

My eyes widen as my sex-hazed brain catches up with what he’s saying. “You don’t mean…”

“Don’t I though?”

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