Page 224 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t make me count.”

I shouldn’t let her win, but she was so fucking cute, and she really wasn’t in that big of trouble. Counting would likely sabotage my goal, as well. Why had I even made that threat?

“Okay, babygirl, but listen to me closely. Your ‘Please, Daddy’ will only get you so far. This is your first real punishment for a real bit of destructive mischief, so I’m cutting you a little slack.This time. If you were in really big trouble, then I would not begiving in. But if you push me one more time, I will push back harder, and I will make you regret it, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry for being naughty.”

“Good girl. Fifteen strokes, and then we’re done for the night. Stay still and keep your hands in front of you so I know they are out of the way.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She stretched her arms out in front of her with her palms gripping the blankets.

“Good girl.”

I pulled my arm back about halfway and let the first lash fly. She sucked in her breath and gripped the blankets tighter, but other than that she didn’t move. I took that as permission to keep going. I laid each line beneath the previous one and worked slowly down, then back up her beautiful, shapely bottom, laying the last two crisscrossed over each other so she was sure to have a few extra sore spots that would stay with her a while.

Even with the extra power behind each strike, Ripley seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her relaxed space, and by the time I dropped the belt on the floor I wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Sitting next to her on the bed, I rubbed her back.

Eventually, she asked, “May I roll over now, Daddy?”

“Yes, you may. And good girl for asking Daddy’s permission first.”

She rolled onto her back and stared up at me with glassy eyes, a little smile at the corners of her mouth.

“Daddy? I know I didn’t want you to punish me, but I know I needed it. It makes me understand how much you care, that you’re really looking out for me. I haven’t had that in a long time. And I feel good, but I think… I need some aftercare.”

“Of course, baby. Come here,” I replied, opening my arms for her.

But she opened hers at the same time, so I leaned down to wrap her up and hold her tight, rocking her a bit. We stayedlike that for a long time, and I could feel when her breathing normalized.

I pulled back to look at her, and although her eyes were still glowing, she looked much more present.

“You doing okay, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Coming out of Little space because I just need you so much.”

“What do you need?”

She took my hand in hers, and slipping our hands between our bodies, she lowered them to cover her mound, smiling up at me. “This, Daddy. I need youhere.”

And just like that, I was rock-hard again.

I smiled back at her as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were as sweet as ever, but I needed to kiss her someplace else. I needed to know that sweetness again, too.

I kissed my way down her neck, and her sighs of pleasure only made me harder. I had to pause to kiss both her nipples: kissing, then licking, then sucking until she let out a moan, before I moved lower.

Her hands dug into my hair as I kissed my way down her belly, then I spread her thighs with my hands.

“Is this what you need, baby?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

“Well, since you were such a good girl.”

“And good girls get presents?” she asked.

“They sure do. And so do I.”

I dipped into her sweet cleft, stroking gently with my fingertips before really opening her up to my mouth. She was already wet, so ready for me. And I was more than ready for her, but I needed to make my girl come first.

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