Page 28 of Razor
“Daddy, more!” she protested when he stopped to trail his fingers along her ribcage.
He traced her waistband to the front closure. Honey sucked in her tummy automatically as he popped open the fastener on her pants and pulled the zipper down. “Daddy loves your tummy, Honey. You don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable. Relax for me.”
He wasn’t like her parents and the few men who had seen her naked, she reminded herself and did her best to stand naturally as he drew the garment over her hips and pushed it to the floor. Moving as fluidly as a cat, Razor dropped to one knee in front of her and stripped away her shoes before removing her slacks completely. Her socks were next.
“Do socks and shoes count as two items each or two total?” she blurted, tallying the kisses he owed her. “You could take my panties off too. I could get a kiss for them.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Little girl.” Razor quickly slid them to the ground and helped her balance as he removed those. He held on to the lacy underwear and glanced up at her.
“These are soaked, Little girl. Are you excited?”
She nodded, shifting back and forth on her feet, waiting to see what he’d do.
“I forgot to tell you that if you earn a bunch of kisses that I have the right to swap them for another prize.”
“But I want kisses,” she protested.
“I think you’ll like this as well. Will you trust me?”
“What is it? What’s the other reward?”
Razor stood and sat on the chair at the side of her room. She used that to help her dress when she was shaky. He patted his lap. “Come here, Little girl.”
She bolted to his side, eager to crawl onto his lap, but Razor stopped her. He lifted her easily, turning her body to stretch over his hard thighs. When his hand stroked over her bottom, she understood instantly what he planned.
“Not a spanking!” she cried and squirmed to free herself.
A firm whack on her bottom made her freeze. The sting grabbed her attention and increased the heat building inside her. Honey turned to meet his gaze over her shoulder. She didn’t like that, did she?
“There are punishment spankings and good girl spankings. Do you want to turn your treat into discipline?”
Honey shook her head quickly to dispel the idea from his head.
“That’s what I thought you’d decide. A good girl bonus it is. Now, I’m going to spank your bottom hard. You’re going to cry out all the crap that’s accumulated from your day and then comes the special prize. Can you be brave for Daddy?”
“I don’t want a spanking,” she fussed.
“I know. I also know you’ll feel better.”
Without another word, Razor raised his hand and scattered smacks over her bottom. Honey struggled to stay still, but the heat built on her skin. Soon she wiggled furiously, trying to avoid his swats. Razor didn’t pause. He simply hooked his leg over hers, pinning her securely in place, and continued.
Tears gathered in her eyes as the heat changed to discomfort and then pain. They rolled down her cheeks and landed on the carpet. Her energy quickly faded, and her resistance evaporated. Surprised that she never lost confidence in Razor’s care, Honey trusted he had her best interests at heart. She also didn’t expect to feel excited by her punishment. Melting over his lap, she submitted fully to his treatment.
“That’s my pretty girl. Your bottom is adorable, all pink and rosy,” he complimented. “Spread your thighs for me, Honey.”
He continued to spank her as she hesitated. Finally, she shifted her legs apart slightly.
“Wider, Little girl. That’s it,” he praised as she followed his instructions. “Good girl.”
His next swat landed on the seam of her pussy. Honey gasped as pleasure flooded her. That shouldn’t feel good. He did it again. Shivers of delight filled her. A gush of slickness welled from her, coating her inner thighs. She lifted her bottom, spreading her legs and silently urging him to continue.
“My Little girl likes her good girl spanking. I bet you’ll ask for another soon.”
Honey couldn’t believe her head nodded automatically. She couldn’t wait to have a hot bottom the next time. “What is wrong with me?” she wailed, struggling to understand her reaction.
Razor’s fingers played between her legs, sliding through the wetness to caress her. He seemed to sense exactly where she needed to be touched. “Little girls hide lots of secrets from themselves. Daddies understand what they need. Today, it’s a spanking. Tomorrow, you may need attention in this tricky spot.” He parted her bottom and stroked a fingertip over her small, puckered opening.
Gasping at the rush of sensation from the sensitive area, Honey held her breath. What kind of attention would he give her there?”
