Page 7 of Taming His Brat

If it had been a more severe spanking, he probably wouldn’t have rubbed some of the sting away after. But when he began to soothe the prickling heat with gentle caresses, she upped her chances for turning things to a more fun direction. The places he’d just spanked were close to other moreintimateareas, and before long his fingers had trailed down the crease to where her thighs were held tightly together.

He didn’t press in, just gently tickled along the line until she eased her legs apart in subtle invitation. He ignored that and continued to skirt the edges. So near and yet so far from where she wanted his fingers. Just the close proximity of his hand excited her. There was a tickle as arousal began to soak the short thatch of dark curls that covered her sex.

Her ass still smarted, but the sting was starting to sink in, becoming a more pleasant sensation that she could enjoy. He began to scratch his fingernails across the sensitized skin, drawing little designs over her flesh. It tickled, but in a sexy way. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

She inched her legs a little farther apart, lifting her ass. The invitation was more blatant now, practically demanding. He laughed.

“Something you want there, babygirl?”

Torn between frustration and need she didn’t hold back the whimper. “I want you, Daddy.”

“And what do you want from me, Charlie? You want more spanking?”

Her ass clenched automatically at the thought. “No, no I’ve had enough spanking,” she assured him emphatically. It wasn’t quite true. Now that the burning had settled in and was less intense, the idea of a nicer, more sensual spanking wasn’t unappealing.

“You sure?”

“Yes…”

“Positive?” There was a teasing tone there. He knew she was conflicted somehow.

“Well… maybe a little more spanking would be okay. A not-punishment spanking,” she hastened to add.

His fingers played along the crack of her ass and then suddenly his hand came down hard on her left cheek. She gasped, bucking up wildly in surprise. She hadn’t expected a hard one.

He dropped his voice low, almost growling, “Spankings that aren’t punishment can still hurt, Charlie. What would you say if I wanted to spank you without mercy, until you screamed and begged? And it would be for no reason at all, except that I wanted to?”

Her pussy clenched hard, a sudden torrent of arousal gushed and began to run down her inner thighs. Why was thatsohot? Just thinking about it was enough to make her clit spasm. “I guess I’d say, ‘yes Daddy’.”

He chuckled and the low, liquid sound of amusement seemed to stroke her most intimate places. And then he finally slid his hand between her thighs to cup and squeeze her soaked folds with a possessive hand. She pushed into it, making a small needy sound.

“Good girl. That’s the right answer.” Slowly one of his fingers pressed in, separating her lower lips until it was nestled between them. He began to tap her clit with the tip of one finger and she writhed desperately needing more.

She trembled with the need to roll her hips to get more than just the tapping which was nothing but a tease. “Please, please I need…” The words trailed off into pleading whimpers. She wanted the harsh spanking he dangled in front of her like a treat, but she also wanted him to finger her until she came. The frustration was because he wasn’t doing either.

“Oh, I know what you need, Charlie. But this did start out as punishment so I’m not entirely sure I should just give it you. Maybe there should be a cost involved so I know that you can separate punishment from fun.”

She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she began to move her hips, trying to get some friction against her throbbing clit. He stopped tapping and instead pressed his finger on the spot firmly. She wondered if he could feel the pulsing. It certainly seemed to echo through her whole body.

“A… cost? What kind of cost?” He was playing games with her. It could be fun, but it could also drive her crazy.

His finger moved, sliding in a slow circle around the hard little nub. She gasped, rocking back for more, but there was no more. He took his hand away and she let out a long, frustrated moan.

“Hmm. Seems like since you’re the one who got in trouble, and I’m the one who had to do all the work of spanking your stubborn butt… I should be the one getting to feel good. Don’t you think?” Her mouth opened but before she could answer his hand slapped down hard. It stayed where it landed. He squeezed the sore cheek and jiggled it in his grip.

She hissed in a breath between her teeth. What he was doing was reigniting all the sting from the earlier spanking and that made it hard to think. “I—that does sound fair.” She knew it was the only appropriate answer. But she actually enjoyed it when he made her get down on her knees and take his cock into her mouth. That level of submission was sexy as hell.

He let go of her and she slid back off his lap, kneeling at his side and looking up at him. He made her hungry, but not for food. She wanted everything from him. Every touch, every kiss, every moment of time… all of it. She licked her lips in that slow, deliberately sexy way that made him hard.

“What do you want me to do,Daddy?” There was a purr to the word now.

The way she called him Daddy when she was trying to be sexy was vastly different from how she did it when she was in trouble. She’d learned to enjoy the taste of it in her mouth. Now each time she called him that, she was reminded that he loved her. She no longer needed to be coaxed to say it, except when she was feeling stubborn.

“I want you to use your mouth, Charlie. Now, and if you do a good jobmaybeI’ll let you come afterwards. Or maybe I’ll just go ahead and give you that merciless spanking. I guess it depends on how good you are.” There was noalmostin his voice now, it was all sexy growl and it pulled at her, demanding her obedience.

And she wanted to be obedient. She kept her eyes on him, their gazes locked as she moved around in front. She pressed her hand to the front of his baggie pajama bottoms, tracing the heavy shaft and then gripping it through the material. It jumped, tenting the soft fabric.

She pushed her hand down under the loose waistband to hold the hot length of him, and then after some fumbling, she freed it from its confines. It was hard and heavy in her hand.

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