Page 45 of Chasing Amber

She does so, but she twists her neck to look at me. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we won’t do it again.”

Her eyes widen. “Really? Just like that?”

“Yep. I suspect you will enjoy having your bottom spanked so much that you’ll do just about anything to ensure I swat it often, but it’s not for everyone. Some Little girls don’t like it at all. A spanking should hurt. It should help you let go of pent-up stress. Sometimes, you might cry if you need that kind of release. If I do it right, it will also leave you breathless and needy. If the only thing it does is make you uncomfortable and frustrated, then spankings won’t be right for you. I’ll find another way to discipline you.”

“What if you just don’t discipline me at all?”

I smile. “What’s the fun in being Little if you don’t have a Daddy doling out punishments?”

“Every Little is naughty?”

“Not all. There are exceptions, but most are.”

She sighs and sets her cheek on her forearms, carefully avoiding her chin.

I push the T-shirt up to her lower back and get my first real look at her fucking amazing ass. Jesus. I try to control mybreathing as I palm her pretty bottom and squeeze the globes. I can’t wait to see it all pink and hot. I’m confident she will enjoy it.

“Spread your legs, baby,” I murmur.

Her breath hitches. “Why?”

I swat the backs of her thighs. “Because naughty Little girls who get spankings are not allowed to squeeze their thighs together to get relief for their pussies. You may not grind your clit against my thighs either.”

Amber gasps. Her entire body shudders.

I’m confident she’s already so aroused that it’s confusing her. She parts her thighs for me.

“Good girl. Keep them open.” I smooth a palm up one thigh and down the other before lifting that hand off her entirely. I brace her with my other hand on the small of her back and swat her right cheek.

She lifts her head and arches her body, gasping for air. “Ouch.”

I smile and spank her other cheek.

She clenches her cheeks together and whimpers.

“Relax your bottom, baby. You’ll bruise if you clench, plus it will hurt more.” I rub her bottom until she stops gripping her butt cheeks together. “Good girl.”

“Daddy…”

I like the sound of that. So much. The one word is filled with want and need and questions. I’m getting to her.

I spank her several more times, being sure to cover every inch of her bottom and the backs of her thighs. When I swat the spot where her cheek meets her thigh, she arches clear off me and cries out.

Perfection. I pause to rub her heated skin again, letting her catch her breath.

“Daddy…” Her voice is higher pitched and desperate.

“Ten more, baby.” I continue, paying close attention to her reaction and how hard she’s breathing. Her legs tremble. I’m confident her pussy is soaked. In the future, I will stroke my fingers through her folds to verify it, but we’re not there today.

Amber is panting when I finish. She lies limply over my lap as I flatten my palm on one of her thighs and hold her in place. My fingers are between her legs, so when she tries to pull her knees together, she comes up short.

“No, baby. Keep your legs open.”

She whimpers, and her legs tremble. “My…” The one word trails off, and a few seconds pass before she tries again. “You were right,” she whispers. “I’m aroused.”

I give her another minute to catch her breath and then lift her and stand her on her feet, keeping my hands on her hips to steady her.

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