Page 38 of Daddy's Rules

I grab the laptop and close the top just enough that she can no longer see the screen. I guide her to stand, giving her back a break from hunching over. “Stay put.”

I go to the kitchen to grab her a cold bottle of water and hand it to her as soon as I get back in the room. She drinks greedily, ignoring the little droplets that slip from her lips and down her chin. She’s thirsty. I glance back and her thighs are slick with her juices.

“Back into position,” I command and take the water, cap it, and set it on the desk. I reach for the big pink dildo this time. I set it right in front of her while I put the timer on again and then pick it back up.

“You have two minutes to tell me every bill you have and how much is supposed to be paid on it this month. Go!”

As she speaks, I rub the dildo between her legs to lubricate it. She pauses to moan and I smack her ass.

“Focus!” I demand.

Jordan gasps at the crisp spank but arches her back, sticking her ass out, silently begging for more. I indulge in her body’s request and give her ten sharp swats. She’s moaning like I’m giving her pure pleasure and I can barely stand what the sounds are doing to my cock.

“Young lady, you’re running out of time.” Once she begins speaking again, I slide the pink silicone inside her. Her words are a garbled mess as I slide it out and then back in again, but when I turn on the rabbit clit stimulator, she gives a deep throaty call that makes my dick twitch.

“Please, puh-lea-se, God, I nee... now!” she begs almost nonsensically.

“Twenty seconds, little girl and you’re going over my knee. And trust me, you’ll hate every stinging swat.” I use my free hand to pull open the drawer in front of her so she can see the brutal leather strap inside. She’s panting and grinding against the toy in my hand and I recognize she’s close to coming. “Don’t you dare come.”

She cries out in frustration, but stops undulating her hips and starts shouting out her bills and their upcoming payments. I pull out the dildo and she relaxes, letting her head hang. Her breathing still heavy, she tries to calm it.

“Please, Daddy, just spank me,” she whines. “I can’t. I just can’t.”

“A spanking alone just won’t do it.” I pet her hair, smoothing my hand down her soft locks lovingly. “Baby, you’ll learn to put your budget first even when you’re distracted. And your ass is at my mercy all day so don’t worry, it’ll get its due.”

“But I need release. God, please.”

“Just remember, honey, this is for your own good.”

“What’s next, Daddy?” she asks softly, her voice oozing submission.

“Turn around,” I say gently and when she obeys, I reward her by pulling her into my arms. “Daddy’s proud of the way you’re taking your punishment.” I hold her for several minutes, letting her relax in my arms as I rub her back and bottom.

I release her and she turns and gets back into position. “Good girl. Now pull up the spreadsheet with your budget on it.” When it’s up and in front of her, I pat her bottom. “Remember the first time you saw Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Same thing. Find the money to pay for your mistake.” I set the timer. “Two minutes.” I grab the last toy off the desk. “Hmm, sucking action, huh? This should be plenty distracting.”

“I don’t remember even remember buying those, but I regret it anyway.” She pouts and my palm cracks off her ass.

“Concentrate,” I growl. “Besides, I’m enjoying them very much.” I pull her hips out again and reach around her with both hands. I spread her pussy lips with one hand and the other puts the silicone sucking hole over her clit.

“If you love them so much, how about you buy them off me?”

“One minute left, honey. Think fast.” I turn the pink machine on and feel it vibrate in my hands. She instantly tenses.

“Omigod!” she gasps and her fingertips turn white as she clutches the desk fiercely. I turn the machine up so its suction becomes more intense. “Daddy, please! There’s no... God, I can’t stop... I can’t!” She calls out loudly and I’m covered in her sweet juices. Her thighs are soaked and her nectar is running down her legs. The timer starts beeping and I’m scrambling to turn the little sucker off.

My baby just came with the force of a tidal wave and faster than I think either of us could have predicted. “Sold,” I say and slip my new favorite toy into my pocket. She slumps, once again panting, but this time it doesn’t look like she’ll be able to stay on her rubbery legs for long.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she says with a sniffle. “I just couldn’t stop it.” She wipes her hand across her nose and I spin her to face me. Tears are trickling down her flushed face. But they’re not tears of upset. They’re from her powerful orgasm. I can still see the ecstasy on her face.

I grab the back of her head with my hands and pull her to my mouth. I can’t resist kissing her deeply. I want to taste her, devour her, so badly it hurts. It lasts for well over a minute before I release her lips. I can feel her smile before I see it.

“Does this mean I’m not getting spanked for coming without your permission?”

“Oh, no, baby, I’m going to strap your ass, but I’m also going to reward you.” I smirk at her. “That was one hell of an orgasm, you’ve been both naughty and good. It takes a lot of trust to let go like that.”

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