Page 30 of Use Me, Daddy

On his cock.

Over his desk.

Maybe even in his bed.

I lifted the glass in my hand and brought it to my lips. With a flick of my wrist, I upended it and swallowed every drop of that bourbon in a single gulp. I needed the liquid courage, or whatever the hell you called it, if I was going to get through this.

He smirked, and the way his lips curled, the way his eyes shone with mischief, was enough to make my legs tremble with anticipation. With a flourish, he removed his jacket and laid it neatly across the back of the leather chair. Then he sank down, his movements slow and graceful, like a panther, his gaze never leaving mine.

I couldn’t help but think that the only way someone could possibly have such perfect posture was if he spent hours practicing it, but the thought quickly fled as he reached out his hand and beckoned me to come to him.

I placed the empty glass on the desk beside me.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to echo through the quiet of his office. I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t stop my mind from racing, trying to anticipate what he was going to do next.

And fixating on how much my spanking was going to hurt…

I’d known this might happen—he’d warned me and some part of me had been waiting for it, almost wanting it. But now that I was here, standing in front of him, the reality of what was about to happen sent a rush of nerves skittering up my spine.

I could almost picture it, being pulled over his lap, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as I waited for the first strike of his hand against my bare flesh.

Would it sting? The thought sent a shiver through me, a confusing mix of fear and anticipation that I couldn’t quite untangle.

And yet, beneath that fear was a flicker of something else. A deep, almost desperate need that had been growing inside me for longer than I cared to admit. It was the need to be pushed, to be forced to let go of the control I held onto so fiercely.

But giving in meant trusting him, meant accepting that he knew what I needed better than I did.

I could feel my cheeks burning, my skin prickling with the anticipation of his touch. I wanted to take a step back, to tell him I wasn’t ready, but my body was betraying me, my breaths shallow and quick, every part of me aching for something I wasn’t sure I could handle but wanting it all the same.

Finally, I took a step forward, every nerve in my body screaming at me to stop, to run, to do anything but what I was about to do. But that quiet voice inside me—the one I’d ignored for too long—kept urging me on. I reached for his hand, and the moment my fingers touched his, it was like something inside me snapped into place. His grip was firm, warm, and the instant he had me, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

With his hand steady on mine, I let him pull me down, guiding me over his knee. The warmth of his thighs pressed against my belly, and I couldn’t help but notice his hard cock along with it. I tried to steady my breath, to calm the wild flutter of nerves that made my hands tremble, but it was impossible. The position wasso vulnerable, so exposed, and I could feel every muscle tense with the anticipation of what was coming.

His hand rested on my lower back, heavy and possessive, sending another shiver down my spine. I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to squirm as he adjusted me, making sure I was exactly where he wanted me. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the air thick with the weight of what we both knew was about to happen.

“Relax,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent heat flooding through me. “I know you’re nervous, baby girl. But you’re going to be just fine. I’m just going to give you what you’ve needed for a very,verylong time.”

I wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he knew what I needed, but the uncertainty was eating me alive. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if the sting was too much, or I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him see just how desperately I wanted this? What would he think when he saw how wet I was right now, how ready I was for a fucking after all this talk of punishment?

The silence in the room was deafening as I lay across his lap, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst. I felt his hand resting lightly on my lower back, steadying me, waiting. He wasn’t rushing this. No, he was giving me time to catch my breath, to really take in that I was over his knee about to get the first spanking of my life.

I drew in a shaky breath, gathering my courage. This was what I wanted. What I needed. I turned my head slightly, my voice trembling but clear.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.

His fingers flexed slightly on my back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, like dark velvet. “I need to hear you say it clearly. Tell me what you want. Tell Daddy what you need… Ask for it. I want to hear you say it, step by step.”

I bit my lip, my face flushed with both embarrassment and desire. “Lift my skirt,” I said softly, the words tasting foreign and thrilling on my tongue. “Please, Daddy.”

The air seemed to crackle between us as his hand moved, slowly gathering the fabric of my skirt and lifting it up over my hips. The cool air of the room hit the backs of my thighs, making me shiver. I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, my skin tingling with anticipation. The sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, sent a wave of heat flooding through me.

“What next, baby girl?” he asked, his voice gentle but edged with that quiet authority that sent my pulse racing. His hand hovered, waiting for my permission.

“I want you to pull down my panties and bare my… my bottom,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.

His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly drew them down. The fabric slipped over my skin, leaving me exposed, my body heating under his steady gaze. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel it—the way his eyes roved over me, taking in every inch he revealed. I felt so exposed like this, with my skirt pushed up to my back and my panties down to my knees, my bare cheeks trembling and waiting for the first strike of his undoubtedly firm hand.

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