Page 30 of Her Biker Daddy

“Oww,” slips out of her and I lift my hand, starting back with a count of one. “No, daddy! You were done,” she cries as I land the second one.

“Punishment isn’t done untilIsay so. One,” I repeat, landing a harder blow, and she quiets up until five again, and I go back to one once more. Over and over, squeezing her tits whenever she squirms trying to get up, and landing harder spanks on one when she doesn’t make a peep until I’m at five.

“Stop daddy, stop,” she calls out when I’m on three for the dozenth time, and I lift my hand to her throat, bringing her head up as I lean over to see her pretty face. Her eyes are glazed with nothing but desire, and I turn her face towards the wall where a paddle and belt are hung.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to accept your punishment like a good girl, or I’m going to do the next ones with one of those,” I warn her, and her breath hitches a hint, and I start over, anticipation running through me as I bring down the fifth spank, and her cry as it lands, has cum dripping down my cock.

I pull her up, moving us back towards the bed with her shorts around her thighs, and she jerks trying to get away from me. “No, no daddy, no. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good,” she pleads but I push her down onto the bed, lifting her ass up, and grab the paddle as she watches. “Please daddy, please, don’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry daddy.”

“Actions have consequences, and it’s daddy’s job to teach them,” I return, landing another dozen spanks on her ass before she quiets.

I start over at one and get up to four, when she lets out a stream of, “Please stop, please stop daddy, please…”

“One,” I say over her, quieting her before it lands and this time, when I get to five, she doesn’t make a peep. Her ass is bright red from the abuse, and I know she’ll have bruises from it tomorrow. I cup her ass with my hands, rubbing it gently as I lean over her, pressing a kiss to her cheek telling her, “See, that’s all it would have taken to get daddy to stop.

“Daddy doesn’t like having to punish his little girl,” I add freeing her wrists before pulling up her shorts, before turning her around to face me. “Now, tell daddy you’re really sorry and mean it this time.”

“No. Daddy’s mean and treats me like I’m still a little girl. I’mnota little girl. I’m a big girl and you can’t punish me for being a big girl!” she huffs at me, and I grip her ponytail, jerking her head back pulling a gasp from her.

“Big girls still get punishments, baby. They just get punished differently. I think it’s time I teach you just how big girls get punished if you insist you’re such a big girl now,” I add when she starts to let out a little grin.

“I don’t need punished. You already did by spanking me like I’m a little girl!”

“You’re yelling and arguing with daddy. Those are still punishable offences even for a big girl,” I return, putting a new pout on her lips. “It’s time daddy teaches you what to do with that mouth,” I suggest, covering hers with mine when she opens it to speak, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.

She turns her head to get free, shaking it at me, “Eww, no daddy, that’s gross.”

“That is what big girls do with their daddies. I thought you wanted daddy to treat you like a big girl, yeah?”

“Yes, but that’s icky,” she whines, and I smirk, grabbing hold of her hair harder and move her face where I want it.

“Big girls sometime have to do icky things, especially when their daddy makes them,” I respond before covering her mouth and diving in once more. My hand holds her still, letting me taste every inch of her mouth, and I pop open the snap to get a hand in to touch her tit. She jerks back hard, pushing at me with a hand, wiping her mouth with the other glaring at me.

“No! No, no, no, daddy,” she tells me, pushing more as I move to pull her back up to me.

I get hold of the back of her neck again, lowering her down onto her legs as she’s still kneeling on the bed and jerk open my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock. “Open your mouth,now, little girl.”

“I’mnota litt…” I cut her off as I push my cock past her lips, pulling a cry out around my thickness. Her hands push at my hips and thighs, her head trying to pull back, but I have complete control over the movement of her head, and I push further into her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat.

She gags around it, and I let up just a hint, before pushing deeper into her mouth. It makes her hands push at me more, fighting to push me off of her, and I slide my other hand back into her top, gripping her tit tight. Her hand comes up, trying to get me off her tit and I pinch her nipple, making her gurgle with a cry around my cock.

“Stop fighting daddy and be the big girl you said you were. This is what big girls do with their daddies, and you wanted to be a big girl,” I state, jacking off my cock with her mouth until I’m about to blow. “Now, open really wide. Daddy’s going to give you a treat, right down your throat.”

She keeps pushing at my thighs and trying to jerk away, managing to get just a bit off of me, and I hiss out as her teeth sink into my cock. I pull out of her mouth her grunt, popping her cheek with a smack—not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but enough to get her attention and sting as she’s begged me to do repeatedly the last two weeks—and she jerks back further, her lip quivering.

“Daddy hit me,” she cries, before launching her hands towards my chest. “Daddy hit me, daddy’s mean and I don’t want him to be my daddy anymore. I want a nice daddy!” she continues until I have her pressed down against the bed. Her face and front are angled towards it, my body covering hers, as I hold her hands to her chest.

“You bit daddy. You know better than to bite daddy,” I growl against her ear. “You were almost done with learning your new lesson on how big girls get punished. You were going to get a nice little treat to fill your belly because you were doing good, and then you bit daddy. And when you bite daddy, daddy bites back, whether that’s a spanking on your ass or a smack to the mouth to see you don’t ever do it again.”

“No…daddy’s mean and hit his little girl,” she cries, struggling against me, which only pushes her ass back against my cock harder.

“But you’re not daddy’s little girl anymore. You wanted to be a big girl because big girls get different treatment.”

“No, I don’t want to be a big girl. Daddy’s mean to his big girl. I want to be daddy’s little girl where daddy’s sweet and nice and loves his girl. You don’t hurt your little girl, so I want to be your little girl,” she whines, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

“Daddy’s had a taste of his big girl though, and he can’t go back now, baby,” I croon against her ear. “Daddy still loves his girl. In fact, daddy’s going to show you just how much he loves his girl,” I continue, jerking open the snaps on the back of her shorts.

I push her hips further towards the bed, opening her legs more, and I press my aching cock against her sopping slit, pushing upward from the bottom and it brings a cry from her lips.

---