Page 95 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Actually, by the time she counted “Ten!” she’d decided it was better than his hard hand. The leather cupped her ass sensuously when it came down, molding to her flesh in an exciting way. The next few were harder to take, because they were striping her thighs, but still nothing like she would have expected.

“Spread your legs for me, Charlie.” Sam’s voice was husky. The sternness had leaked away at some point.

She gulped and a shiver rolled through her. She loved having her pussy spanked for foreplay, but it could be horrible during discipline scenes. She wasn’t entirely sure thiswasstill discipline, but it would be a terrible way to find out it was.

“Um, Daddy? Am I-Am I still in trouble?” she asked.

His laugh was low, and the vibrations rumbled through her body. “What do you think?”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” she admitted. Her inner thigh tickled, and she felt a drop of arousal trailing over her skin.

“I guess you’ll find out, but maybe I’m being too nice, since I noticed those pretty legs of yours are still clamped shut. Do I need to be meaner, Charlie?”

Yes, be meaner, please.The thought ran through her head, but she didn’t let it escape her closed lips. “No, no, Daddy. You’re being plenty mean,” she assured him, as she quickly wiggled back on his lap. Once her toes could touch the carpet again, she slid her trembling legs apart and planted her feet for balance.

“That’s my good girl.”

The words brought a physical sensation, causing her pussy to clench. The praise had her soaked and she loved and hated knowing it would make the leather sting more. Her whole body was taut, every muscle stretched tight as she waited.

But it wasn’t the kiss of leather she felt first. It was his fingers stroking lightly over her soaked and swollen pussy lips. He tugged at a curl, gently at first and then hard enough to make her go up on her toes with a little gasp.

“Looks like someone was enjoying their punishment. You’re absolutely drenched, Charlie girl.” He didn’t sound like he minded much.

She was too shameless to be embarrassed about it. “That’s your fault, Daddy. You know what leather does to me.”

“Mhmm. Well, I did promise you a reward if you took your punishment well. I’m just not sure you’ve been punished enough yet.” He parted her folds, dragging the tips of his fingers through the slippery wetness he found.

Her clit began to throb, demanding his touch and a soft whimpering sound escaped as she tried to press back into his hand. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been punished enough,” she assured him.Liar,said a little voice in the back of her head.

But she didn’t want any more punishment, she wanted him to finger her until she came on his hand. And then she wantedhim to fuck her until she was empty of thoughts, worries, and anxiety.

“But that’s not your decision is it, darlin?” He cupped her mound, squeezing possessively. “You’re mine and I decide when you’ve had enough. Isn’t that right?”

Her answer was immediate, and full of pleading desperation, “Yes, Daddy. You’re right. You decide.”

“Good girl.” He eased a finger into her, and slid it in and out a few times, before adding a second.

Her heart was racing as she made breathy little panting sounds. She couldn’t resist rolling her hips and working herself back on his fingers. God, it felt so fucking good. She loved his cock, loved when he fucked her, but this, right here, was almost better in some ways.

When they had sex they were equal partners, generous to each other, but each still had their own journey to make. Sometimes the rhythm was what he needed and not her. Sometimes she was slowing down when he needed her to go faster. That was all perfectly normal and fine.

But lying across his knee, with her ass hot and stinging, with his fingers between her legs, she was the center of attention. He was focused entirely on her journey and what she needed to get there. It was all about her and making her come (or keeping her just on the edge of it) and she loved that attention sometimes.

He probably felt the same intense one-way pleasure when she was on her knees sucking his cock. She hoped he did. She wanted him to feel like he was the only thing in the world that existed for her in those moments, like he was the only thing on her mind, because that’s how he was making her feel right now.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned as his fingers thrust in and out, faster, deeper, driving her towards the edge.

And then he stopped. “But… you weren’t so good earlier, so I think you’ve still got a little more punishment coming.”

“Daddy no! Please, I’m so sorry. I’ll never give you attitude again,” she swore, and meant it, at least for the moment. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, as if trying to hold them there.

He slid them free and wiped her juices on the back of her thigh. “I bet you mean that, darlin, but we both know better. Anyway, I changed my mind. I think I want you on the bed for this. Up you go, Charlie.” He gave her ass a light smack to get her moving.

She was frozen for a second as her mind tried to catch up with the sudden changes. What did he mean by changing his mind? Was he regretting letting things slide in a sexual direction? Was he going to turn this back into real punishment?

It was too late for that! Her skin felt like it was stretched too tight across her body. Every nerve was tingling, sensitized, and waiting for more pleasure. The evidence of that coated the inside of her thighs as she pushed off his lap and got to her feet.

Nothing he did was going to feel like punishment now—well, within reason. He’d have to be really harsh to bring her back from that edge, and she didn’t want that. She snuck a nervous look at him, trying to gauge his mood, but his face was blank, probably on purpose.

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