Page 17 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
I don’t dare sit down but look at him and wait for his order.
“Take off your shorts,” he says.
I shudder at the raw command. Is he going to fuck me? I dare not ask the question either because I’m afraid he would change his mind if I did.
I take off my shorts promptly and stand in my thong.
His eyes are so intense I would melt into a puddle soon if he kept staring at me like that. “Goddammit, Kitty, do you wear this to school, too?”
“Sometimes.”
“Now turn and bend over the couch.”
I obey his order obediently, putting my arms on the couch. My bottom points to the ceiling for him to see.
His breath hitches. For a while, there is no movement or sound, and I become nervous. “W-what are you going to do, Mike?” I ask in a trembling voice.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he says as I hear a smacking sound, followed by a stinging sensation on my butt.
I screech. “Ohmygod! You’re spanking me?”
“Yes, little girl, that’s what I’m doing,” he says as he gives me another swat. “And you know why?”
I swallow. “Yes, sir. I’ve been naughty…but.”
“But what? Your dad never does it, right? Because I told him not to. You naughty wench. It’s why you’re so spoiled.”
I’ve never thought of myself as spoiled. I’m a bit of headstrong, that’s it. Maybe I’ve carried my determination too far this time. Tears roll down my cheeks, not because of the pain but because I feel sorry I upset him. I want to be a good girl for him, not a disappointing bad girl. “I’m sorry, Mike.”
Smack. Smack. He slaps my ass again and again. “I’m against corporal punishment on children. But like you say, you’re not a child anymore.”
After a while, I stop crying. I deserve this punishment because of what I’ve done. Besides, I kind of enjoy having his hands on my butt, even though it isn’t exactly a loving touch. It’s far better than being ignored by him. I imagine he must be turned on by what he’s doing to me as well.
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a stream of wetness drips through my panties.
Mike notices it, too, because he slips one hand between my thighs to stroke me over the thin fabric without stopping what he’s doing with his other hand. I moan at the incredible sensation. A mixture of pain and pleasure washes over me.
“I wish you could see your own ass, Kitty,” he says in a gruff voice while stroking my cheek. “It’s so pink and lovely, and it jiggles. Hell, I’ll never tire of spanking it. And that’s the cutest little pucker hole I’ve ever seen, baby, and my dick would love to stretch it good one day!”
Oh God.I whimper. It sounds like I’m getting more than I hoped for. Mike is wilder than I expected.
Mike kneels down behind me, caressing my behind with his big, warm hands. He kisses and licks my cheeks and slides a finger along my groove. But he doesn’t move further. Instead, his hand moves down to my thighs and my legs.
I whimper. “Mike. Please. Don’t stop. I want to come.”
“No, little girl. This is a punishment for you. You will not trick me again. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I say and reach a hand to touch myself.
“Jesus,” he grunts as he grabs my hand. “You’re one spoiled brat! What the fuck am I going to do with you, Kitty?”
You can give it to me, please. But I don’t dare to speak. I’ve learned my lessons by now. Mike doesn’t do what I tell him to. I have to be patient.
But it’s impossible to be patient when I’m so turned on. Before I know it, I’m rolling my pelvis against the edge of the couch.
Mike groans. In one swift motion, he pulls me away from the couch and shoves his finger into my slit. “Fuck. You little needy kitty, so wet for me.”
I gasp as more juice trickles down my thigh, biting my bottom lip so I wouldn’t beg. I pray silently that he wouldn’t stop.
