Page 21 of Papa's Rules
“Well, Papa,” she said, her nervous countenance breaking into an intense look of concentration, “I was dreaming about you touching me. Dreaming about you sliding your fingers in and out of my kitty. And, you also kissed me until I could scarcely breathe.”
“I see. Thank you for telling me.” He waited until her gaze returned to his. “Now, remember, you will keep your legs spread wide during your punishment. You don’t want Papa to have to give you extra slaps to your smooth little kitty lips, do you?”
“I’ll hold still, Papa. I don’t want any extras.” She clutched the sheets beneath her and took a deep breath in anticipation of the first smack.
Alexander lifted his hand and brought it down lightly atop her folds, centering the brunt of the slap over her protruding nubbin. She gasped and arched her back, and her legs trembled as she gasped for air. He smacked her again.
“Naughty.” Another slap. “How dare you touch what belongs to your papa? Naughty, naughty, naughty.” He delivered the final three smacks in quick succession, but forced her to keep her legs spread once her punishment was over.
A copious amount of moisture glistened atop her reddened folds. Alexander became dizzy for a moment as all the blood in his body rushed south. Then he swept her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
He had to have her now.
