Page 97 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Charlie shuddered and a low moan trickled out. “Please Daddy, more of that. Please?”

Sam brushed his lips across her clit, as if giving her a chaste kiss in the most unchaste place possible. He ignored her whimper and moved back off the bed. “Now, you wanted one really hard stroke with the belt, right?”

Her eyes had been half-closed as she soaked up the sensual pleasure, but now they flew open. “You didn’t sayreallyhard! You just said hard,” she blurted.

“Must have slipped my mind,” he said, shrugging as he moved to the bottom of the bed and centered himself.

“Can I change my mind?”

It was almost worth saying yes, just to see if she actually would. “Nope.” He could see her eyes widen, as she stared at him from between her spread legs.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she waited, but her excitement never dried up. There was a growing wet spot underneath to show how aroused she was. If his cock hadn’t already been aching to plunge into her body… it sure as hell would be now.

“I said this was punishment, but I think it’s pretty obvious it hasn’tallbeen punishment.” He lifted an eyebrow and waited until she nodded.

“But this last stroke will be both punishmentanda warning. I’m not forcing you to tell me your secret, because you promised me it’s a harmless surprise, and I trust you. But if it turns out you haven’t told me the truth… you’re going to find yourself in this position again. It won’t be for just one, and there won’t be any fun in it for you. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

The quaver was a little worrying, but he’d decided to let things play out, so that’s what he was going to do. “Good. You’re going to keep holding those legs and you’re not going to let them go until I say. No matter how much this hurts. Got that, sweetheart? You keep those legs up and spread for me so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “O-okay, but what if…”

The question was expected. Charlie always liked to know what the penalty was, so she could decide if it was worth it. “If you let go, it doesn’t count, and you get another.”

She drew in her breath sharply and took a better grip on her legs. Her fingers were pressing so tightly into her thighs now, that he could see the skin turning white around them. He doubted they’d get away from her.

“Good girl.” He picked up the belt and shook it out. Her eyes were on him as he took up his stance and wrapped half of the belt around his fist. He grabbed the tail end and held it by the tip so he could aim it.

There were various ways to use a belt. When he spanked her with it, he often doubled it over and used the loop on her. This area needed something a bit different. He would use it like a quirt—holding the end with one hand, and releasing it as his other wrist snapped and let it fly forward.

He took a few practice swings, because this was going to require precise targeting. She jumped and let out little sounds every time the belt hit the bed just under her spread legs. But he was a cowboy, and he was damn good with any kind of leather strap or whip. The belt would land exactly where he intended, and Charlie knew that all too well.

When he was lined up and his aim was dead-on, he warned her. It was only fair. “Get ready, darlin. Remember to hold those legs tight.”

He could have tied her in place just as easily. Easier really, to use ropes to put her in an even more vulnerable position. If it had been more than one, he probably would have, but having to hold her own legs up and open while he brought the length of leather down on her exposed pussy was part of the punishment.

Plus… he enjoyed looking at her like this. Trembling, trying her best to be a good girl, fighting her own nature to please him. Charlie was showing the deeper side of her submission now, and it was hot.

He swung the loose tail of the belt down from shoulder height, letting go of the tip at just the right moment to snap it. The leather crashed down on her soaked, pulsing pussy lips with perfect accuracy. The short-cropped thatch of hair cushioned a lot of the sting, he was sure, but her clit, swollen and peeking out, would not have been protected.

Charlie bucked up, a loud cry wrenched from her throat, but she didn’t let go of her legs. If anything, she tightened her grip in desperation.

He dropped the belt and took a moment to enjoy the sight of his beautiful wife. Her bright red ass was splotched with marks from his hand, and her clit seemed to stand up defiantly, as if begging for more. It was a shame the curly hair hid most of her mound. He was sure the lips were red and puffy underneath.

She stared at him from between her legs, pleading silently with watery eyes. A tear tracked its way down the side of her face. “Daddy?” Strain showed in the question, as she waited.

“Just another minute, Charlie girl. You can do that for Daddy, right?”

Her mouth snapped shut, lips pressed tightly together. He imagined she was holding back some sassy comment, but he was going to make it worth her while. Her expression changed when his clothes began to drop to the floor one piece at a time.

Sam watched her while he undressed, enjoying her position, and also the barely contained eagerness in her eyes. When he was done, he climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. Waiting one more moment was impossible, he buried his face between her thighs and dragged his tongue up through her folds.

When he lifted his head, his face dripped with her juices. He looked her right in the eyes as he swept his tongue across his bottom lip, savoring her taste. “Mmm. Delicious.”

She wrinkled her nose. Her face was already red from the exertion of holding her position, but he had a feeling he’d have seen a blush there if it hadn’t been.

He grinned as he pulled the pillow out from under her. “I knew you could be a good girl, if you were motivated enough. You can let go, Charlie. I’ll hold them for you now. Just pop them right over my shoulders and get comfortable.”

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