Page 21 of A Daddy for Hanna
His large, warm hand cupped her bottom cheeks, and she held her breath, waiting for that first slap.
“Spread those legs a bit, Hanna.”
She exhaled shakily and did as he asked, parting her thighs. Her center, which felt impossibly swollen and needy, was now on display to Daddy.
A month ago, even a week ago, this position would’ve brought her great shame. So much shame that she would’ve done anything to escape it. But not today. A small amount of humiliation descended upon her, but it was nothing compared to the desire that raced through her veins.
Whatever Daddy was doing to her, she wanted more of it.
“Your bottom is already red from the spanking you received earlier,” he said, massaging her cheeks. His other hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place. “Did the thermometer hurt your bottom hole, Hanna?”
“No, it’s fine,” she blurted out, fearing he would touch her most private spot again.
As if reading her mind, Daddy did just that. He splayed her cheeks apart and trailed a finger down her crevice to nudge at her bottom hole. She tensed up in an attempt to deter him from pressing inside. She had no such luck.
Thick and intrusive, his finger filled her and stretched her little hole with the slight burn of his entrance.
Her mind whirled.
He wasinsideher bottom hole.
She held her breath until he stilled within her tightness. Dread mixed with heady anticipation. She wanted him to thrust his finger in and out, to feel the slight burn as she tensed against his movements. But she also wanted him to leave her bottom hole alone and just get the spanking over with.
He’d promised her pleasure, and the urgency she’d felt moments ago between her thighs increased with each gasping breath. Her breasts ached and tingled, and her nipples felt impossibly tight. She was so unsettled she could hardly stand it. She needed relief and she needed it now. Desperately so. She needed Daddy to make the aching feel better.
“Ah!” She jolted when he touched her swollen, sensitive nub. A part of her she hadn’t realized existed until he’d paid it attention.
“You’re going to come just like this, little girl. Right over Daddy’s lap with a finger in your bottom hole.”
Heat infused her face at his words. So naughty and coarse.
She spread her legs wider and gulped hard.
Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom hole.
Hard. Harder. Deeper and faster.
Tension coiled in her feminine core as he slid her moisture around her sensitive spot, swirling and applying just the right amount of pressure to…
“Oh, Daddy!” She cried out and bucked over his lap. Sensation gripped her, rolling through her in wave after wave of pulsing ecstasy. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, unlike anything she’d believed was possible. She gripped the covers, tearing at them as she came undone.
“That’s one,” he said, his voice husky and deep.
“One?” She gasped the question.
“One orgasm. I promised you two, remember?” He withdrew his finger from her bottom and patted her thigh. The pressure of his intrusive finger lingered, a phantom pulse in her forbidden hole. “But first you’re getting that spanking. You were naughty, Hanna.”
“I know, Daddy,” she murmured, lowering her head, though she peeked up at him from under her lashes.
“What will you do next time Daddy asks you to remain still?” he asked, lifting one eyebrow at her, and his stern expression made her tummy flutter with excitement and her privates gush with moisture.
“I… uh… I won’t move.”
He continued rubbing, and she wished his hand would travel lower to circle her tight bud. Despite her release moments ago, she was already aching to grind against his lap and wasn’t certain how much longer she could maintain control of her urges. He’d unleashed something primal inside her and she liked it. Liked it a lot.
“That’s right. You won’t move unless you have permission. I’m going to spank you now, Hanna, to teach you that there are consequences when you disobey. Naughty little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms, don’t they?”
“Yes.”
