Page 22 of A Daddy for Hanna
He smacked her bottom sharply. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you would’ve remained still as I’d asked, you would be enjoying another orgasm right now, Hanna. But instead, I have to spank you, and when you do finally have your second orgasm, it’ll be with a very sore, very bright red little bottom.”
He brought his hand down with a resounding slap, striking the lower curve of her right cheek. She gasped and squirmed on his lap, knowing the second smack would fall at any moment.
He didn’t make her wait long.
The next blow impacted upon her already tender flesh, carrying more sting than the first, and he continued on without pause, alternating from right cheek to left cheek.
He covered her backside from top to bottom.
When he set into her thighs with a sharp round of smacks, she kicked her legs and writhed on his lap. The pain blazed across her flesh, spreading all over until her entire bottom burned in agony. Just as tears blurred in her eyes, the spanking stopped.
She found herself seated on Daddy’s lap, strong arms circling her as he held her in his loving embrace. Soothing words reached her ears as he stroked her hair, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his solid chest as she accepted the comfort he was offering.
As her breathing calmed, she became aware of the beating of his heart, directly at her ear. She smiled and closed her eyes. Even though she didn’t know much about the world, she knew with every beat of his heart that there was nowhere else she would rather be at this moment.
Later, when he pushed her back on the bed and urged her legs apart, she didn’t resist.
She obeyed when he instructed her to remain still. She thrust her hips wantonly against his fingers when he told her to let go and surrender to her urges. And when she let go, a thunderous pleasure quaked in her center and spread outward through every inch of her body until her toes curled. She floated on another plane of existence, a place where millions of stars swam in her head.
CHAPTER11
Hanna was in the kitchen,emptying the dishwasher, when she heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. A thrill rushed through her, knowing Mr. Foster—Daddy—was approaching. Her pulse picked up and excitement churned in her tummy. Heated pulses also suddenly affected her between her thighs as she recalled all that had happened between them yesterday.
He’d spanked her (several times), touched her bottom hole, and caressed her privates and given her an orgasm. While she’d been over his lap getting a spanking, she could’ve sworn she felt something big and hard in his pants. She thought she knew what that meant but wasn’t entirely certain, but she hoped she was correct—she hoped it meant Daddy desired her. That he was attracted to her. Her heart fluttered at the possibility.
She finished putting the clean plates away in the cabinets, then turned just as his huge muscular form filled the kitchen doorway. Her mouth went dry, and she found herself struggling to take in air. He was so ruggedly handsome that sometimes it took her breath away.
“It’s getting late, Hanna,” he said. “You ought to be in bed right now.”
She flushed at the scolding tone in his voice. “Oh, I-I was planning to go to bed soon. Right after I finished putting the dishes away. And I just finished, so I suppose I’m headed to bed right now.” Her face heated further. She was rambling and her heart wouldn’t cease thundering in her ears.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Daddy would visit her bedroom tonight? Was that how he’d known she wasn’t in bed yet? He’d gone to her room looking for her?
He cleared his throat, stepped into the kitchen, and gave her a heated look. The longer he stared at her, the darker his eyes grew. “Go get ready for bed, little one. Once you have your pajamas on and you’re in bed, I’ll come see to your needs and then tuck you in for the night.”
See to her needs? Tuck her in?
Oh Goodness.That sounded promising.
She nodded and hurried to remove her apron. “Yes, Daddy.”
As she excited the kitchen, he guided her into the hallway with a hand at her lower back. But he lingered behind then and didn’t follow her.
She scurried to her bedroom and got ready as fast as possible. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and donned one of the short pajama dresses he’d bought her. It was a frilly garment that made her feel pretty when she put it on. When it came to putting on panties, she hesitated. Should she forgo wearing underwear to bed?
In the end, she picked a pair of panties that matched the pink nightdress and put them on. Not wearing any undergarments seemed downright scandalous, even though she knew Daddy would need to reach the parts of her they covered up.
She crawled into bed and got under the sheets. Then she waited, eagerly anticipating Daddy’s arrival so he could tend to her needs. Butterflies danced in her tummy and heat commenced pulsing between her thighs. She lifted the covers and stared down at her center, spreading her legs a bit as she did so. She reached down and touched herself over her panties. Sensation shot outward and her legs trembled. A little moan escaped her throat.Oh my.
“Getting started without me, young lady?” came a deep voice from the doorway.
She gasped and immediately withdrew her hand from under the covers, then sat straighter against the pillows and laced her fingers together upon her lap, attempting to look contrite. Shame heated her face.
Daddy had caught her touching herself.
