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She obediently drops to her knees and looks up at me expectantly. I hesitate. She isn’t sure about pain, but there are dozens of other ways to punish without it. Which one to choose? I’m tempted to leave her here and ignore her for a few minutes, see how long she lasts. But Danica’s patience wears out fast. While testing her limits in that regard is a good idea, I’d rather her feel successful during her first punishment.
I stare down at my naughty girl. “Touch your nipples for me.”
She bites back a grin and gets to work cupping her tits within the purple bra. Her gaze turns thoughtful and I wonder if she’s thinking back to being with Troy in the pool. He had her touch her tits then, too.
“Don’t think about anything else but taking your punishment.” I keep my voice firm.
“Well, this is hardly a punishment.”
“Daddy.”
She smiles and winks. “Oh, you don’t have to call me that?—”
“Danica.” I cross my arms. “Don’t be a brat or this is going to be so much worse for you.”
She laughs nervously. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Now take one hand and bring it down to your pussy. I want those pretty gray eyes on me while you do it.”
She sends her right hand to her mound and hovers it over her panties.
“Inside the underwear.” I watch, enraptured by the view of her pleasuring herself.
She moves her hand, putting it in her panties.
“Finger yourself,” I say. “Do it like you need to come right fucking now.”
Her eyelids flutter shut, but I clear my throat. “Look at me, princess.”
I can’t see exactly what she’s doing, but I can see her pupils growing larger, her arousal increasing as she touches herself. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths and a flush comes over her skin. Give her another minute and she’ll be coming right here on her knees in front of me.
“Sweet girl. Time to stop.” I touch the top of her head.
“Stop? Stop? No?—”
“Yes. Up you go.” I hold out a hand and help her to her feet.
She’s unsteady, so I take her to the side of the bed and lean her over it.
“Are you going to give me a spanking, Daddy?” Her voice still carries some snark. No doubt, she’s annoyed at the missed orgasm.
“Nope.” I yank down her panties and give her a gentle slap.
“Was that a spanking? Because you said?—”
“Trust me, little princess. If I give you a spanking, you won’t have to ask if it was a spanking. You’ll know.”
Her ass is delectable. Someday I’ll fuck her back here. But today, I worship her smooth, rounded cheeks, moving my palms in soothing circles. She wiggles her hips slightly, begging for contact. I know just what she wants, and I’ll almost give it to her.
I push down on her upper back, forcing her to stick her ass out more. Then I reach between her legs, finding her pussy nice and slick.
She gasps. “Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I correct.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“See, I knew you’d be good at this.” I push a finger into her wet hole. She’s so slippery with arousal, there’s almost no resistance, so I slide another one inside.
