Page 120 of Daddy, Sir

His hand closed around her upper arm, and he pulled her over to the bed and bent her over the end. She started by bracing her hands on the bed, but that wasn’t enough. He planted a hand on her back and pushed until she dropped to her elbows with a surprised squeak.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for Daddy.”

That was an order she wasn’t going to argue with, and quickly shifted her feet apart. The heels made the position awkward; her back was bowed, and everything was on display, including her dripping pussy and wet inner thighs.

His hand found her pussy immediately, parting her lower lips and stroking her clit. “I knew I’d find you soaked. Does the idea of me spanking your ass turn you on?”

She groaned. Of course it did, but she didn’t want to admit it. “No.”

One hand kept playing with her swollen nub, but his other swept across her ass with a hard slap that rocked her forward. “No?”

It hurt more than she’d expected. The foreplay spanks she was used to were usually halfhearted at best, but there was something satisfyingly intense about the way her skin burned. She could almost feel the outline of his hand, and then a second later another slap landed, and she blurted, “Maybe!”

“You don’t want to lie to Daddy, brat. Tell me the truth. Tell me that you can’t stop mouthing off because you need a good hard spanking to make you behave.” Every demand was punctuated with another smack, and each seemed harder than the last.

And she loved it. Needed it. Wanted more. What she didn’t want was to have to admit it. She pressed her lips together in a tight seam and said nothing, while he continued to spank.

The palm of his hand was hard, and his arm seemed tireless as it swung. “I can keep this up all night. In fact, there’s nothing I love more than giving a nicelongspanking. I guarantee your ass will give out before my hand does.”

The threat drew a whimper into her throat, but she held it back. The burning was going to consume her. The heat spread across her body, enflaming not just the spanked skin, but all of her.

She should have hated it, but she didn’t. Her pussy clenched, demanding to be filled and she found herself lifting her ass for the slaps, instead of trying to avoid them. “Please,” burst from her lips.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please don’t stop.” It surprised her. She hadn’t planned to say that.

He chuckled. “Hadn’t planned on it.” But he did stop, just for a minute or two. His fingers pressed into her, pushing inside as she rocked back on them and cried out. She rode his hand desperately, but just when she was almost there…

He went back to spanking. “Remember what I said about begging? I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.

She might have disagreed, but the sudden flurry of slaps that sizzled across her ass were a distraction. Every time it started to feel like too much, he would switch back to teasing her. He’d strum her clit or thrust two fingers inside until theouchturned tommmand her mind felt like it was about to float away in a haze of pleasure.

But he didn’t let her come, not until she gave up all dignity and begged. Not even then actually, because he didn’t give her what she wanted immediately, and then she messed up. It took her so long to get to the point of being willing to beg, that frustration quickly set in, when he continued to tease her just to the edge.

“Damn it, Ollie! I begged; what more do you want?” she snapped, when his fingers slid from her, and he began to spank again.

“Excuse me, brat?”

The next spank was especially searing. The impact made her gasp, and there was a sudden uh-oh feeling. “I didn’t mean—” It turned into a yelp when his hand shifted downward and suddenly began to slap across her thighs.

It was a different kind of pain, biting and sharp. Her body struggled to turn it into arousal and for the first time she realized spankings didn’t have to be fun. “I’m sorry!”

“For what?” he asked. His tone was calm and seemed to belie the fierce stinging of his hand.

“For… for being mouthy.”

“That’s a start. And what are you supposed to call me?”

It took her a second to remember that he didn’t like the nickname Ollie, and then a further second to remember that he was Daddy now. “Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Another dozen or so swats peppered the back of each thigh, making her jump and squirm. “Now, tell me you need this.”

“I need it, Daddy!” Even now, when it burned so much, she knew it was true. She needed the spanking, and not just for foreplay. She needed the whole package, punishment too. “But please, I need youinme,” she added, just in case he’d forgotten how desperately she needed him to fuck her.

He laughed and squeezed one sore cheek. “I think I can do something about that. Knees on the bed, Jamie.”

She scrambled to obey, before he changed his mind. As she settled onto her knees and elbows, she heard the crinkle of a wrapper and looked over her shoulder to see him unrolling a condom over his cock. She cringed when she realized she hadn’t eventhoughtabout protection. She’d been so absolutely lost in her own horny adventure that she’d completely spaced.

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