Page 72 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

Once she’d done that he said, “Your hands stay where they are until I tell you they can move.”

She moaned, and her nipples jutted out under her sports bra and pajama top. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now be still for Daddy.” He reached over, grabbed her pillow, and put it behind his shoulders to prop himself up. Then he reached out and cupped her breasts. He quickly found her nipples and gently pinched and tweaked them.

She moaned again, and leaned into it. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good.” She wiggled on his cock.

“Be still,” he ordered. “If you move again, I’m going to swat you. And if that doesn’t do the trick, you’re going to lose the privilege of sitting on Daddy’s cock.”

She whined and shook her head. “No, Daddy, I’ll be still.”

He continued to play with her nipples over the shirt until she was panting and shaking with the effort to be still.

“Daddy, please,” she begged.

“Please what, little girl?”

“Please can I ride you now?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Daddy’s not done playing with you.”

She whimpered, but stayed still.

After a couple more minutes of delicious torture, Connor said, “What a good girl you’re being. Daddy thinks you deserve a reward.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed.

“You can put those thigh muscles to work now, and ride my cock, but your hands stay behind your head.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She moved herself, sliding up and down along his shaft. “So good.”

He moved his hands from her breasts to her backside and gently squeezed as he guided her motions to a slower rhythm. “Tell me your favorite part about being Little last night.”

“You taking care of me. Cooking and cleaning while I colored.”

“Did you enjoy your spanking last night?” he asked.

She bit her lip unsure how to answer. She hadn’t liked it, but without it she doubted she would have sunk all the way into her Little headspace. “Not exactly, Daddy.”

“Maybe you didn’t enjoy it in the moment, but you enjoy thinking about it now that it’s over?”

That struck a chord inside her, and she realized it was very true. “Yes, Daddy. That’s it exactly. I didn’t like it in the moment but I get wet when I think about the way you positioned me over your lap, the things you said, the things you made me say, and the way you told me that you were the one who decided when it was over, not me.”

“Very good girl. Thank you for telling me. I very much enjoyed spanking you in the moment,andI enjoy thinking about it now. The trust and submission you gave me, even as you were crying and wiggling to escape the spanking, made me hard.”

“I don’t know if I could have been all the way Little without it,” she admitted.

He grinned. “Well, it won’t be a hardship for me if Daddy has to spank you every time you want to be Little.”

“Well, thatwouldbe a hardship for me,” she said.

He laughed and lightly swatted her right ass cheek.

“Hey!” she complained, but continued riding him.

“It’s not a hardship to have a Daddy who’s always ready to give you what youneed, even if it’s not what you want.”

Even though she agreed with him, she wanted to argue to save her future self from things she wouldn’t like in the moment. But he appeared so earnest, she just couldn’t. “You’re right, Daddy.”

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