Page 79 of Defended
Kawan didn't ask what the other reason was, although he suspected it had to do with the long, covering robe Ella was wearing. He grinned though, standing and moving quickly enough that he was leading the pack of them as they strode across the club floor, heading for their naughty little girls. As if sensing the danger, Sienna's head turned. Her eyes widened and she grabbed the other two by their hands.
They looked at her and then immediately jerked around to see their doms—their Daddies—bearing down on them. Three pairs of wide eyes in three excited but fearful faces.
Perfect.
"Fire, hmm?" Alexander asked, as soon as he reached Sienna, one hand wrapping her ponytail around his fingers and using her hair to draw her closer. "I believe I know what puts fire out."
"Daddy, no!" But he was already dragging her away.
Connor didn't even bother saying anything to Ella, just lifted her up over his shoulder in one swift movement and kept going. She let out a little squeak as she was carried off like a barbarian's prize.
Standing in front of his own baby girl, Kawan put his hands on his hips and lifted his eyebrows at her. He didn't say anything, just waited. Master Elliott had only paused for a moment to see what was happening, but now he was continuing his demonstration. Melody didn't look back as the flames flared behind her again.
"Sorry, Daddy," she said, teeth scraping over her plump lower lip like a nervous tic. "The fire just looked really neat and..." Her voice trailed off when his expression didn't change one iota.
"I'm sure it did look neat," he finally said. "But you should have come right back to the table the way you were supposed to and then we could have come over and watched together. Instead..." She squealed as he flipped her over his shoulder, mimicking Connor's move, but he added to it by smacking her bottom right on the tender sit spot which was revealed by her shorts riding up. "You're going to get a demonstration on what it's like to have Daddy set his naughty little girl on fire."
"Pretty sure I already know," she muttered, and by happenstance there was just enough of a lull in the noise around the club that he managed to hear her.
SMACK!
She shrieked, wriggling, when he spanked her other sit spot.
Spotting a free alcove, Kawan adjusted his course. She hadn’t beenverynaughty, but he was going to enjoy giving her a thorough spanking.
* * *
By the timeDaddy had wrangled Melody over his knee, the crotch of her silky shorts was soaked with her juices. The two swats she’d already taken to her backside had stung, but that heat had quickly morphed into arousal. Now her nipples were puckered buds, stimulated by the silken fabric of the camisole as her breasts swayed beneath her.
Her shorts were pulled swiftly down to her mid-thighs, baring her butt. Not that the thin fabric would have offered much protection anyway, but her face flamed because she knew anyone looking in this direction would now have a completely unobscured view of her upturned bottom and her creamy pussy. That kind of embarrassment wasn’t enough to safe word over though, and she knew it was likely part of her punishment to be put on display like this.
Not exactly a harsh punishment, since the bit of exhibitionism also sent a thrill up her spine.
“Now, naughty girl,” he said, his voice almost silky with the salacious threat. Melody’s pussy clenched at being called a naughty girl. She liked being naughty just as much as she liked being good. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Being questioned made her squirm uncomfortably. She was all too aware of his hand caressing her ass, drawing out the anticipation before her spanking.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, wiggling her bottom enticingly.
“That wasn’t very sincere, but don’t worry, baby girl. We’ll get there.” The promise made her arousal spike. Then Daddy’s hand lifted and she tensed just before his hand landed.
SMACK!
Ouch! Sometimes in between spankings she forgot how much Daddy’s hand could hurt. The hard swat wasn’t his full force, but it stung enough to not be purely erotic either.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
As he began to pepper her bottom with firm, even swats, Melody squirmed on his lap, the heat in her skin beginning to build. He moved his hand all over, so that she couldn’t anticipate where each blow was going to land. Tears began to sting the back of her eyes as each smarting stroke added to the overall burn. His hand landed all over, from the top of her curves to her sensitive sit spots, making her writhe as she started trying to avoid the rain of painful smacks.
“Ow! Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
The spanking stopped, making her slump… but her relief was mingled with disappointment. A small part of her wonderedthat was it?Daddy’s hand roughly caressed her bottom, making her whimper and her pussy spasm in response. The heat beneath her skin spread through her lower body and she moaned when his fingers dipped down to her slick pussy.
“That sounded a little more sincere, but I don’t think we’re quite there yet.”
A quick dip of his fingers into her pussy and then he retreated. Melody was ready for the next swat. What shewasn’tready for was where it landed.
She shrieked, the fiery sting shooting through her, her pussy throbbing from the unexpected strike. While Daddy hadn’t used the same amount of force as he had on her bottom, her swollen nether lips were far more sensitive and the stinging bite much more severe.
