Page 37 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Yes, I’ve been spending more time without it. I went and had a quick check-in yesterday afternoon. As long as it’s not swelling, it’s okay to go for longer periods. Of course, if I’m going to be doing anything that involves both hands, it’s better to keep it on.”

“So, that means following the regimen worked, huh?” I failed to keep the grin off my mouth.

“Huh. Imagine that,” she replied, taking off the splint and setting it on her nightstand. “My wrist feels much better.” Charlee returned to stand in front of me.

“I’m glad. Now back to what we were doing.” Leaning into the sweet hollow of her neck, I bit down hard enough for her to gasp. Charlee dug her nails into my upper arms. I liked a bit of pain dipped into my pleasure, though not as much as she did. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Turn around and bend over.”

“Can’t we stay here like this, Sir? Mm. I could kiss you all night.”

“Do what I said.”

She whimpered. Obeying, she turned to face the bed, bending over it, her ass popping up for my correction. Luckily thespanking wasn’t for punishment or even an adjustment. No, it was going to be crafted to bring her pure pleasure. I pictured how gorgeous her bottom would be when it was hot and pink wearing my marks. Shit. Now I was hard from the mental image. Grabbing the wildflower engraved paddle from the top of her dresser, I tested it in my hands.

“Will you fuck me instead?” Charlee asked, her neck craned at an odd angle so she could see me.

“Instead of spanking you? No way. Get comfortable, baby.” I tapped my fingers on her hip. She groaned impatiently, shifting her body slightly. I cracked it off the lowest curve of her bottom. Once. Hard. I followed with several more.

“Oh, Sir,” Charlee purred.

“Good girl. Stay like that.” I loved the way she responded. Targeting each of her pillowy butt cheeks, I alternated sides, landing several smacks. After a few rounds, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“I’m really warm, Sir. You should fuck me now.”

“Yes, babygirl. I will.” Removing her peach tanga-style panties, I admired the smattering of marks I’d left with the oak paddle. Tiny welts along with a few small bruises where I must have hit the same spot a few times. Overall, the attention left her with a lovely pink glow on her skin from her round cheeks to her upper thighs. If it were up to me, she’d have a hot bottom more often. I leaned across her body, licking a line from her spine and into the curve of her cleft.

“I’m not a snow cone, Sir.”

“No, babygirl. You taste better.” I slid my fingers inside her pussy while pressing my thumb firmly against her clit.

“Fuck! Right there. Oh, Sir.” Charlee squeezed her thighs together.

“Daddy needs that hand to work, baby.”

She quickly spread her legs. “Sorry, Sir. Will you please fuck me now?”

“Ask nicely,” I said, pausing my ministrations on her clit.

“I asked nicely!”

My typically sweet girl made a noise that resembled a growl. If I wasn’t in such a good mood, I’d consider edging her. “Did you raise your voice at Daddy because you’re excited?”

Charlee hung her head. “Please, please give me what I so desperately need, Sir.”

“Much better. What do you need?” I slowly tapped my thumb on her clit. She jerked, her breath hitching. I loved the way she responded.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that you’re concerned about the integrity of my bed when we are done.”

I don’t think I’d ever had anyone in all my years of being in the bedroom bring heat to my face but damn it, that one naughty statement did it. Checking out my reflection in the mirror above her dresser, I saw a faint pink on my cheeks. Though it was nowhere near as red as my girl’s bottom cheeks it was visible. Clearing my throat, it still took me a minute to gather some sort of intelligent reply.

“Did I make you speechless, Sir? Oh my goodness. Are you blushing?”

Charlee flipped around to face me. I immediately grabbed her waist and turned her around. I reached through her thighs and slapped her mound. She mewed. “Did I tell you to get out of position?”

“No, Sir.”

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