Page 128 of Daddy's Naughty List

“All right, then ask me to do that for you, trouble.”

“Wh-what?” She closed her eyes again, and her cheeks shaded even darker.

He wanted, no, he needed to see her eyes. “Open your eyes, babygirl, look at me, and ask Daddy to please lower your pants and panties after you’re over my knee.”

Silently, those eyes begged him not to make her ask, but he could smell her arousal. If he ran his finger up her slit, he’d find it soaking wet, so he waited.

“P-please take down my?—”

He stopped her by pressing his finger to her lips. “Who am I?”

She whimpered and started over. “Please, D-Daddy, please take down my p-pants and panties after I’m over your knee.”

A growl rumbled his throat. “Good girl.” She shivered at my words.

Lowering her across his knees, he adjusted her position until she was centered over his lap and removed her jeans and panties. Before she gave into the temptation to cover her ass with her hand, he placed his own broad hand in the center of her creamy cheeks.

As he rubbed circles over her smooth skin, he adjusted his legs to relieve the pressure on his swollen cock. “Did it occur to you, naughty girl, that if you’d had a wreck coming home with Sophie, Sadie, and Nori in the car, you might not have been the only one hurt?”

She went rigid, then her shoulders began to shake. Emotion clogged her voice when she spoke. “N-n-no.”

“Don’t worry, babygirl. Daddy knows exactly what to do to make sure that, among other things we’ll be discussing, will never happen again. Isn’t that right, trouble?”

When she didn’t answer, he took that as his cue to get started. Lifting his hand, he brought it down in the center of her cheeks with a sharp smack.

“Ow!” Bliss jumped and shifted on his lap, as if he’d let her escape. He placed a hand on her hip, keeping her in place.

Eyes wide with surprise, she cried, “I don’t like that! It hurt!”

“Well, babygirl, I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy that one. I’d better keep trying until I get it right.”

He set a hard, steady onslaught on her behind, smacking first one cheek, then the other. He moved back and forth, make sure each swat was firm but not too fast.

She yelped, then cried out, “Oh! Wait! Stop!”

He did not stop. After all, consistency was key. He did pause long enough to hand her a throw pillow so she could muffle the sound of her cries. What could he say? He was a giver.

“Please, I-I won’t ever go without my seatbelt again! Ouch. Ow! Please!”

She clenched her bottom, squeezing as if that could ward off the pain. “I don’t want a spanking anymore! I’m a big girl, I mean, I’m a grown woman! Wait!”

He ignored her words and brought his hand down harder and faster. She buried her face in the pillow, then lifted it and growled. He wasn’t getting through to her. So, he continued to smack her bottom harder and faster, until her backside was flattening with each swat and giving a sexy bounce each time he lifted his hand, only to bring it down again. And again.

She twisted and turned, trying to avoid his hand, so he lowered his target and began to smack the backs of her thighs. At that, she kicked her leg with a strength that would make an Olympic swimmer proud, her shins beating the couch cushions.

Finally, she’d had all she could take. Reaching back, she tried to shield her reddened posterior from his hand. He easily grabbed her wrist and locked it in place at her hip. Every time he thought of easing up, he remembered the skid marks on the highway when her tire had blown out. Ignoring her pleas for mercy, he kept swatting her bottom until it was a deep, dusky rose.

“Oh! Oh, please, Daddy, please stop! I’m sorry! I promise!” Though she had tears in her eyes, she had not reached the place he needed her to be. He brought his hand down again and again, and though she howled, he could smell her arousal.

He stopped smacking her bottom, once again rubbing her now thoroughly heated cheeks.

She made the most adorable mews and gasps and moans as she repeated, “I-I’m s-so s-sor-ry!” and promised to never do anything wrong ever again.

“That’s good, babygirl. I’m glad you’re learning something here, but we aren’t done.” He shifted her so that her bottom was higher, and her back was slightly arched. He didn’t think she noticed him picking up the wooden spoon, but soon he popped her already tender skin.

If her howl of outrage was anything to go by, she wasn’t expecting the added sharp sting the spoon delivered. After ten smacks, she began to cry. Her crying dissolved into wails and begging before he reached twenty.

He didn’t bother with words at that point. He focused on delivering his message in a more concrete fashion that couldn’t be misinterpreted. He turned her bottom a deep, dark rose before concentrating on her sit spots. She twisted and sobbed, squirmed and kicked, doing everything she could to avoid the splats of the spoon, all the while promising any and everything under the sun to convince him to stop.

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