Page 51 of Daddy Next Door

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, the chain between my nipples swinging slightly with my quickened breathing. "I'm ready."

The wave of wetness that flooded between my legs belied any attempt at stoicism. I was beyond ready—I was desperate for whatever came next, pain and pleasure alike.

Ethan's hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, guiding me toward the spanking bench we’d used before. My nipples throbbed beneath their clamps as we approached, and I felt another rush of wetness between my legs.

"This is where you'll take your punishment," Ethan said, his voice a mix of authority and tenderness.

I ran my fingers over the padded surface, remembering how good it felt last time.

"I'll need you to bend over it, like before," Ethan explained, demonstrating with his hand the angle he wanted. "Your chest and stomach will rest here, your knees here, and your arms will stretch forward."

My ass would be elevated and fully accessible of course—the thought made my heart race.

"Will you . . ." I cleared my throat, which had gone dry. "Will you strap me down?"

Ethan's eyes softened. "Not this time. I want you to hold position on your own, to choose to accept each stroke. Can you do that for me, little one?"

The responsibility felt both heavier and more meaningful than being restrained. I nodded.

"Words, Lily."

"Yes, Daddy. I can hold still for you."

He smiled, that special smile that made me feel like I'd hung the stars in the sky. "Good girl. Now, get into position."

I approached the bench and carefully lowered myself onto it, finding that it fit my body perfectly. The padded surface was firm but comfortable against my stomach and chest. I positioned my knees on the lower supports and stretched my arms forward as instructed. The position left me feeling incredibly vulnerable—my ass raised, my pussy completely exposed through the opening in the leather thong.

Ethan stood beside me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. "Perfect. How does it feel?"

"Exposed," I admitted. "But . . . good."

"It should," he said, his finger tracing a line down my spine. "Your body was made for this—for pleasure, for sensation, for surrender."

I felt goosebumps rise along my skin where he touched. The nipple clamps continued their relentless pressure, a constant reminder of what was to come.

"Before we begin, I want you to understand why this is happening." Ethan's voice took on a more serious tone. His hand moved in steady circles on my lower back, grounding me. "When you received that feedback from Vitality and you spiraled, what did you do?"

I swallowed hard. "I handled it alone."

"Yes," he confirmed. "You shut yourself away. You cried by yourself. You suffered alone. And what had we agreed would happen when you felt that way?"

"That I would come to you," I whispered, the memory of our conversation clear in my mind. "That I would let you help me."

"Exactly." His hand stilled on my back. "This isn't just about punishing bad behavior, Lily. It's about reinforcing our connection. When you're sad, when you're overwhelmed, when the world feels too big—I want to be your safe harbor. Do you understand?"

Tears pricked at my eyes, not from fear or pain, but from the depth of caring in his words. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good." His voice softened again. "The second reason for this punishment is selfish on my part. I want you to feel me for days. I want you to remember who you belong to every time you sit down. I want my mark on you, inside and out."

A shiver ran through me at his possessive words. My body responded with another rush of wetness between my legs.

"I can see how much you want this," Ethan observed, his fingers dipping between my thighs to gather more evidence of my arousal.

"Now," he said, stepping back slightly, "we begin."

I heard the whisper of the crop moving through the air before I felt its presence. Ethan trailed the leather tip along my shoulder blades, a feather-light touch that made me shiver.

"The crop can be gentle," he explained, continuing the soft caress down my spine. "It can tease . . ." The tip circled the small of my back. "It can suggest . . ." He dragged it over the curve of my ass, barely touching my skin.

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