Page 32 of A Daddy for Hanna
He chuckled. “What?”
“I… I…” She flushed and tried to think of a way to tell him about her tiny obsession with his facial hair. “Each time I was preparing to sneak off and visit you, I would lay awake in bed the night before wondering if you would be freshly shaven, or… or like this.”
His gaze flickered over her, and his eyes quickly darkened with lust. It had taken Hanna a while to understand all of Daddy’s looks, but she now knew desire when it stared her in the face. Her heart beat faster.
“Which do you prefer?” he asked.
“This.” She brushed her fingertips along his rugged jawline. “Definitely this.”
She swallowed hard and licked her lips when his face inclined to hers. Pressing his mouth to hers, he claimed her gently at first, tasting her as he held her head between his hands. She responded by meeting his tongue, thrust for thrust, but still allowed him to control the pace of the kiss.
When he eventually broke away, she was breathless and yearning for more.
The stinging of her bottom coalesced with the aching of her pussy, and everything below her waist throbbed and called out for attention.
Of course, her stomach chose that inopportune time to growl, loud enough to get Daddy’s attention.
“Let’s get you dressed and then I’ll make you some breakfast.” He helped her to stand and grabbed her hand, leading the way to her bedroom. She tried to move past him to select her own clothing out of the closet, but he stilled her by placing a hand on each shoulder. “What are you trying to do?” he asked.
“Get dressed.”
“No. I’m going to dress you. Now go take off your shirt off while I pick something out.” He turned to the closet and slid the door aside.
She opened her mouth to argue but shut it immediately. Her sore bottom was a powerful incentive to obey, so she pulled her shirt off and tossed it in the hamper. She stood awkwardly with her arms wrapped around her center. She’d lost her panties and pajama bottoms during the spanking, and she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on at the moment. The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, heightening her vulnerability.
Daddy produced a pink knee-length dress he’d insisted she get the day they went shopping. It had short puffy sleeves and the skirt of the dress flared outward, revealing two white frilly layers of fabric underneath. It was beautiful and feminine, and Hanna had wanted to wear it before, but she’d put it back in the closet each time she’d almost worn it to change into something plainer. Some habits were harder to break than others, but today Daddy wasn’t giving her a choice.
He laid the dress on the bed and crooked a finger at her. “Come here, baby girl.”
CHAPTER18
Ben watchedas Hanna approached him. She’d dropped her arms from her waist and clasped her hands low in front of herself, as if trying to hide her privates. Her face was flushed prettily, and she bowed her head as she came to stand before him.
Her sweet submissive display, coupled with her shame over her nudity, called up his darkest, most depraved desires.
The things he wanted to do to her.
The things he wanted to teach her.
His cock swelled up and pressed painfully against his jeans.
“Turn around so Daddy can see how well-spanked your bottom is.”
Her eyes widened at his request. Hesitance flashed over her face, and she bit her lower lip. She unclasped her hands and reached back, rubbing her bottom. “It’s very well-spanked, Daddy. Trust me. It still hurts.”
He smirked. “I’m sure it does, but I want you to turn around and show me.”
A soft sigh escaped her, and her shoulders hunched in defeat as she obeyed. His cock twitched and his balls tensed up at the sight she presented. He guided her a few steps to the right and urged her to bend over the bed. He stroked her rosy cheeks.
“Your bottom still feels hot, Hanna. And it’s bright red, too.”
She whimpered, and he wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment, pain, arousal, or a mixture of all three.
“Now remember, for the rest of the day, Daddy is in charge. You need to be a good baby girl, or I’ll add more red to this bottom. Do you want to end up over Daddy’s knee again?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Then what are you going to do today?”
