Page 13 of Unwrap Me

I lick my lips. “I don’t remember. Two?”

Chris chuckles deeply. “It was four, Noelle.”

“Oh.” I smile sheepishly. “Oops?”

“Opps.” He repeats with a laugh. “We’re going to make it five, one for good measure, don’t you think?”

Five punishments sounds like a lot, but I’m so wet and turned on and the idea of whatever he has in mind only thrills me.

“Whatever you say, Daddy.” I try my best to sound cute and sexy, which I assume is working based on the ridge of his hard cock against my thigh.

“I’m going to bend you over my knee for the first one and give you five spanks on your ass. You’re going to count each one and thank me afterward. If you stop counting, I start over. Understood?”

I nod, my words stuck in my throat.Fuck,he sounds like something out of a wet dream.

“Answer me, Noelle.”

“Understood,” I echo.

“Give me a color,” he demands, his hand trailing down my thigh.

“Green.”Very fucking green.

“Good girl. Now stand up.”

I stand, wobbling on my heels a bit. Chris reaches forward, directing me to lay over his thighs, my ass arched high for him. It feels ridiculous with my face hanging over his legs, but it only lasts for a moment before I feel his touch on my skin. He drags up the hem of my dress, moving the material so it’s exposing my thong. His finger slips over my pussy covered by the lace, which I know is soaked through. And by the chuckle Chris lets out, he knows it now too.

“So, so wet, baby girl. Has your pussy been dripping as we walked around this club, waiting for Daddy to bring you upstairs and take care of you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out. The words feel natural at this point, and his touch only spurs me on. I want is more. More friction. More feeling. Moreeverything. He’s just started, and my head is already slipping away into a hazy space where all I can focus on is him.

“That’s a good girl, baby,” he says sweetly, his palm running over the left side of my bottom, warming the skin while he praises me. “I like knowing that your little pussy is aching for me.” I’m not sure what sound leaves my lips, somewhere between a mewl and a whine. “But your mouth,” Chris tsks. “Sobratty. So you know what we need to do now, huh? We need to work on that. This is for whining, baby girl. Remember to count.”

I don’t have a second to brace myself. One second, his palm is caressing my skin, and the next it’s gone, returning a second later with a loud smack. I squeak, instinctively trying to move off his lap, but he doesn’t let me, his strong arms holding me in place.

“Baby girl?” he prompts.

“One. Thank you,” I say through gritted teeth. There’s something both simultaneously embarrassing about having to thank him for spanking me while also turning my body into liquid lava.

“Daddy,”Chris corrects darkly. “Thank you,Daddy.” I open my mouth to respond, but Chris’s hand winds back and comes down again, this time on the other cheek.

“Two!” I pant out. “Thank you,Daddy!”

“Better,” he says, rubbing his palm over my bottom to soothe the sting before pulling back and landing two hits, one to each cheek.

“Three, four. Thank you, Daddy.” My breathing has gotten heavier, my whimpers barely held back. It’s not that his spanks hurt per se, but they’re not a walk in the park either, mainly because it’s arousing more than I could have imagined.

Finally, he delivers the last one, harder than the rest, making me yelp. “Five. Thank you, Daddy.”

I’m panting as he runs his hand over the reddened flesh. “You took your punishment so well.” Pulling me up so my red ass is sitting on his thigh again, he presses his lips to my forehead in a lingering kiss. “I’m proud of you, baby.” That praise has no right to light my body up like a Christmas tree, filling me with a warm, unmatched happiness, but it does. And when I smile, his eyes respond just the same.

“Do you think you can take more?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.”

8

“Ithink it’s time for me to unwrap my present. What do you think?”

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