Page 68 of Rock

“Are you full, Little Lyla?” he asked when he thought she’d had enough.

She nodded. “Yes…Daddy.”

The word wasn’t coming naturally to her yet, but it was still musical.

He left her sitting there while he cleaned the kitchen and wiped her face. He wanted her to simmer for a bit, think about how it felt to be restrained and at his mercy.

“Ready for your spanking, Baby girl?” he asked as he squatted down to untie her legs.

“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes were glazed with lust. She kept licking her lips. She wasn’t arguing with him anymore.

Rock circled behind her to release her arms next, but as soon as she was free, he instructed, “Stand. Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed him like the Little angel she was, and he retied her wrists at the small of her back before guiding her into the bedroom. He lifted her off her feet and set her on her knees.

Her lips were parted. “Daddy…”

He grabbed two pillows and set them in front of her. “I’m going to lower you over the pillows so that your bottom is in the air and your hands are trapped.”

She whimpered as he helped her get into the position.

“Turn your face this way so I can see your expression at all times.”

She did as she was told.

He stroked her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m going to spank you because it will feel good, not because you’re in trouble. Afterward, I’m going to stroke your pussy until you come.”

She shuddered and finally smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckled. That part she was into. He eased her panties down her legs. “Spread your knees wide, Little Lyla. I want to see your pussy glistening the entire time.”

When she parted her thighs, he swatted her bottom hard. “More, naughty girl.”

She cried out and spread them farther.

“That’s better.” The position was obscene and so fucking sexy. Her pussy was dripping from their foreplay at breakfast.

Rock rubbed her bottom where he’d just swatted it. “Does it sting?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want more, though, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m going to start slowly, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I want you to really let go of your stress. Everything feels like it’s upside down in your life, and I get that. But I want you to learn to trust me to know what you need and take care of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Did you like being tied to the chair while I fed you, Little Lyla?” He rubbed her bottom and the backs of her thighs, letting his fingers come precariously close to her pussy over and over.

She lifted her head. “Yes, Daddy.”

“It felt good to give up that control, didn’t it?” He tapped her pussy.

She arched her body, lifting her head higher. Her voice was high-pitched when she cried out, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He waited for her to rest her cheek back on the mattress and then lifted his palm to swat her fantastic bottom.

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