Page 18 of A Daddy for Hanna
He placed a hand on her bottom. “All you had to do was obey me and stay on the couch and allow me to take your temperature. I would be done by now had you not thrown a fit, and I wouldn’t have had to place it in your tight little bottom hole either. You asked for this punishment, young lady. Now be a good girl for me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just really didn’t want you to take my temperature.”
“Why not?”
“Because I know I don’t have a fever.”
“Let’s find out,” he said, reaching for the thermometer. He placed it, along with the Vaseline and towel, down on the bed beside her. “But first I think you need a few more spanks. I’m not happy that you left the living room. I sincerely hope you learn to follow instructions better.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into the covers. “I’m sorry I fought you.”
He dragged her shorts and panties down together until they bunched above her knees. She had the cutest little bottom. He caressed her reddened cheeks for several seconds, hoping his attentions calmed her and reminded her of the trust she’d placed in him by consenting to his discipline.
A sigh left her throat, causing him to wonder if she enjoyed his touch. He gave himself a mental shake. He’d promised her a few more spanks.
Smack!He brought his hand down sharply on her flesh, over and over. She gasped with each blow, but she didn’t attempt to rise up. Such a good girl, he thought. After a dozen strikes, he resumed massaging her buttocks with one hand while he reached for the Vaseline.
“Have you had your temperature taken this way before?” he asked.
“No.” She peered over her shoulder, watching as he uncapped the container.
He scooped a dollop of ointment onto his finger. “I want you to be my good girl for this part.” He arched an eyebrow, and she settled back down on the bed, burying her face in the covers.
Her hands curled into tiny fists and her whole body tensed. Ben took way too much pleasure in splaying her ass cheeks apart to expose her tight hole. He also spread her much wider than necessary. Fuck, he was ready to explode in his pants. Ready to press her down and fuck that tight hole. But he couldn’t. Even if Hanna wasn’t sick, he couldn’t act on such roguish impulses, and her well-being was far more important than his.
“I’m going to moisten you now. Be very still. This will help the thermometer ease inside you without hurting. I don’t want to hurt you.”
With that, he placed the ointment to her rosebud.
“Oh!” She shifted her hips but remained in place.
Ben coated her opening, taking his time to spread the Vaseline all over until it glistened over her pink puckering skin. “You’re being a very good girl, Hanna.”
He wiped his hand on the towel and reached for the thermometer. He spread her cheeks apart with one hand and placed the tip to her most secret entrance. Her hole clenched and unclenched as he slid it inside. When it was fully seated, he let her cheeks close and remained near her with a possessive hand on her backside, lest she decide to reach back and pull the thermometer out.
“Three minutes,” he announced.
Three long minutes was more like it.
He wasn’t sure if he blinked once.
His eyes refused to leave the lovely sight before him: Hanna laying stomach-down on the bed with a thermometer poking out of her freshly spanked bottom. How he ached to sink within her depths, to stroke her pink pussy, to teach her all about pleasure; preferably after he’d reddened her backside. Disciplining her awakened his primal side, the side of him that burned for her more each day, as well as the side of him that liked playing daddy to her baby girl.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“Time’s up.”
Once again, he spread her cheeks much wider than necessary. Her pussy was perfect, and he suspected she’d trimmed herself down there. Where she’d gotten that idea, he didn’t know. The pinkness between her downy lips protruded, and as he spread her even wider, he swore he saw wetness.
Correction. A lot of wetness.
His little girl was drenched.
Stunned, he gazed at her pink parts. “Move your legs apart,” he said. “Daddy needs to get a better look at you.”
She obeyed without question. So willing to please.
Well, at least she was after a sound spanking.
