Page 133 of Daddy's Naughty List

When her panties joined her pants around her ankles, she slid her hands off the counter to cover her pussy.

He smacked her ass twice on each cheek. “Did I tell you to move your hands, naughty girl?”

She squeaked and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Put them back where they were. If you move them again, your punishment will increase.”

Once her hands were back in place, he took his time unbuttoning her blouse, then removing it and her bra. He’d been right. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Perfect.

“Step out of your pants, babygirl. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” When she was free of them, he picked them up and put them with the rest of her clothes. “Now spread your legs wider apart and put your hands on top of your head.”

He watched her do as she was told as his cock throbbed. Who was being punished here?

“Good girl. Now do not move.”

Bliss

Bliss stared at her reflection in the mirror. The stone countertop chilled her palms. She’d had a horrible day, and now she was in trouble with her Daddy. She’d been hateful to him, lashing out to try and get rid of the yuck lodged in her chest. No wonder she was about to get her butt spanked.

Could this day just be over?

Her nerves prickled as she watched him digging through a bag in the closet she hadn’t known was there. She hated this. She did. So, what was the aching in her nipples and the needy thrum in her pussy about?

The knot in her chest tightened when he stood and prowled back to the counter. His eyes held the promise of something she couldn’t quite decipher, but it made her pulse beat faster.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, her voice husky.

“Not yet, you’re not.” The throaty rumble in his voice caused her breath to catch. “But the night is young.”

He reached for a hand towel and placed it on the counter between her hands. The heat in her belly dropped to her core when he placed the things he’d pulled from his bag onto the cloth. Her pussy went from a thrum to a throb.

She’d read about the things he’d laid out, but she’d never used them. She’d imagined it though. Those pictures came flaring to life in her head and the struggles of the day faded. All she could think about was right here, right now.

“Look in the mirror, babygirl. Look at how gorgeous you are. Tell Daddy what you see.”

Slowly, she raised her gaze from the counter to her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t like looking at herself. She already knew what she’d see. What did he want her to say?

He stepped behind her again. The rough denim of his jeans fired her nerves as he slid his hips across her bottom. Leaning forward, he nipped the lobe of her ear. “Would you like me to tell you what I see?”

She had lost the ability to form words, so she nodded, suddenly desperate to know what he saw.

He wrapped his hand around her throat. “I see intoxicating eyes filled with need. I see the sexy pink flush on your cheeks.” He caressed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I see lips parted and waiting for my kiss. We’ll get to that later.”

Sliding his fingers down her chest, he palmed her breasts with his hands. “I see breasts that fit perfectly in my hands and rosy nipples that are hard and begging to be touched.”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging them until she thought she’d scream. Closing her eyes, the back of her head fell to his shoulder as her breathing quickened.

She jerked back up and cried out in shock, her gaze flying back to her reflection, when a sharp smack landed on her right nipple. It throbbed as the light pink form of his fingers bloomed over her breast. “Did Daddy say you could close your eyes, babygirl?”

She drew in a breath to answer. “N-no, Daddy.”

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

He reached to the towel and lifted two thin silver nipple clamps. A large, jeweled snowflake dangle from each. “Never let it be said I don’t know how to celebrate the holidays,” he said as he stepped to her side.

Lowering his mouth to her breast, he enveloped her entire nipple, licking and scraping his teeth across the sensitive bud and sucking. When he pulled away, her nipple was a deep rose color, and her nipple was huge. He moved to her other breast and repeated everything.

Pulling away, he said, “This is going to pinch, but you’re going to breathe through the pain and take Daddy’s nipple clamps like a big girl, aren’t you?”

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