Page 25 of Impressing Brett

“You’re doing so well, Little lamb. I’m so proud of you.” He rubs my thighs and bottom again before lifting his hand and continuing. The strikes are harder this time and more frequent.

I close my eyes and go into my head to a strange place I’ve never been. It’s warm and safe. I’m loved and cherished. It’s oddly euphoric.

I focus on nothing but the feel of his palm against my heating skin. It’s mesmerizing. When he starts to swat even harder, I moan, the sound louder than my earlier whimper. Wetness is dripping from my sex. I kind of don’t care anymore. Why should I be embarrassed? He said it might happen.

Brett’s hand splays on my lower back, holding me steady. Was I squirming? Probably.

I’m panting by the time he stops again. Desperate. Holy shit, I’m so aroused. It’s irrational. Even though he said this might happen, I’m stunned.

Brett rubs my burning skin gently. “I’m so, so proud of you, Little lamb. You look so pretty with your bottom all red and hot.”

I can’t respond, but a weird whimper escapes my lips. My clit is pulsing. It feels like one touch would send me over the edge. I’ve never been the sort of person who could come easily. It usually takes effort, batteries, and time. But more importantly, I’ve never come in front of someone else.

“Do you want Daddy to touch your pussy, Little lamb?” His fingers are stroking my inner thighs now, inches from where I need them.

I nod.

“Words, Lacy. Tell Daddy what you need.”

I purse my lips and squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I can’t do that. Is he crazy?

His fingers continue to tease, stroking between my thighs. He must be a hair's breadth from my lower lips.

God, I need to come with a desperation I’ve never felt in my life. “Please…”

“Please what, Little lamb?” he encourages.

“Please touch me,” I whisper.

“I am touching you, Little one.” He trails his fingers lower and applies pressure to my pelvis above my clit.

I arch my ass up into his hand and groan. “Please touch my pussy, Daddy.” I nearly scream those foreign words. Pussy? Daddy?

He immediately drags his fingers through my soaked folds, and before I can process that amazing feeling, he thrusts one long finger into me while pressing his thumb against my clit.

I scream. My orgasm is fast and furious, consuming me, making my body quake from the waves of pleasure. My vision swims behind my eyelids. I feel faint and dizzy.

Brett…Daddy eases his finger out of me and circles my clit while I float back to Earth. “So precious, Little lamb. So unbelievably gorgeous. I could watch you come over and over for the rest of my life and be a happy man.”

Chapter 7

Lacy

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Now that I’m coming back into my head, I’m embarrassed. I just came like a wild woman across Brett’s lap with my ass exposed and sticking up into the air.

When I hear him sucking, I nearly die. He’s licking his fingers? Oh. My. God.

“Mmm. You taste like heaven. So sweet.” He gently rolls me over and cradles me in his arms.

My butt is still naked between his parted legs. My hair is hanging around my head in a wild mess of curls. I don’t push it off my cheeks because it provides me with a curtain, and I bury my face in his chest.

Daddy sets a hand on my head and holds me tight, rubbing my scalp. “Such a good girl. You took your first spanking so well. I’m so very proud of you.” He’s told me that several times, but I’m not complaining. I love it when he praises me.

When I finally catch my breath and find a few brain cells, I become overly aware of my nudity below the waist and squirm as I reach for the bunched-up material at my knees.

“Let Daddy help.” He stands me on my feet and gently pulls my panties and then my pants up over my sore bottom before lifting me once more onto his lap, being careful not to put pressure on my butt.

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