Page 14 of Santa Daddies
“I promise, Santa Daddy.”
“Then let’s get this ass good and hot.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “No reaching back, got me? I don’t want to smack your hands.”
“Understood, Sir.”
“You’ve got such a beautiful ass, Little Red,” I said on a moan, and started swatting her ass slowly. The first ten swats made her lurch a little each time my hand landed but soon she relaxed into the spanking. “This is about to get harder, Little Red, you good?”
She bobbed her head, and I made a tsking sound. “Are you using your words?”
She made a little squeaking noise as a reply, and I clucked my tongue.
“My words aren’t sinking in, so I’m going to have to make an impression another way.”
My hand landed hard, and hers flew back so I caught it, pinning it at her side. I swatted repeatedly, until her legs were bent and her free hand gripped the throw pillow in the corner of the couch. “Am I making an impression?”
It took too long for her to speak, so I landed a swat to the back of her thighs.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good. Now it’s time for these to come down now.” I plucked at the elastic of her panties. “Lift those hips up, Little Red.”
She shoved herself up onto her knees, hollowing her back and sticking her ass out. I whistled and slid my palm down her heated skin, but instead of taking down her panties, I smoothed my palm back up her thighs and slid my fingers between her legs. She mewled and I brushed my fingers across her panty-covered center. Slipping my middle finger into the band of her panties, I touched her silky moistness before parting her and sliding through her slick pussy lips.
“Oh god,” she said on a whimper, her head dropping as she shoved back against me.
“Not so fast, Little Red. Your punishment isn’t over.”
Using the gusset of her panties, I tugged them slowly down revealing her bare bottom inch by inch. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said, dragging her panties down until they were settled at her knees. “You’re gonna lie back down across my lap and I’m going to spank your ass, but I’m also going to work you here.” I slid my hand back between her thighs, this time using two fingers to part her and find her clit.
I circled it gently a few times before adding a little more pressure. Her increased respirations indicated the effect my fingers were having, but she stayed quiet as if afraid to react too much, too soon. But as soon as I started gently pinching herswollen nub between my fingers as I rubbed, she gasped and cried out.
“You’re not allowed to come, got me, Little Red?”
“No coming,” she repeated on another gasp. “But… why?”
“It’s called edging, Little Red. I’m going to work you up and deny you until you can’t stand it and then when I finally let you come, it’ll be like the fireworks on New Years Eve night.”
“Oh god. I think any orgasm will feel that way.”
“Lie down now. Trust me.” Once she was back in position over my lap, I slid my hand out and spanked her ass hard a couple dozen times until she was lurching and squirming. And then I was back between her thighs, sliding through her sopping wetness, playing with her. When I stopped playing to spank her again, I added some swats to her thighs. She squealed, called out and kicked.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
“Still good, honey?” I asked, pausing to slip between her thighs again.
“Green, all fucking green,” she called out as she ground herself shamelessly against my hand. I slid a finger inside of her.
“God, god, god,” she panted.
“Mm, such a tight pussy you have. So hot and wet.” I added a finger, plunging inside her, her juices dripping onto my hand.
“I think?—”
I knew what she was about to say. I could feel her body tightening. She was coming close. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned and pulled my fingers from inside her, heading for her clit again. This woman was so receptive, so eager to gobble up her pleasure, it made me rock-hard. Her breath started coming in little gasps, so I stopped to spank her again. She whined at the loss.
“Naughty girl, enjoying your punishment.” I tsked. “I think you’d better get me that hairbrush. This naughty bottom obviously needs something more than my palm.”
When she didn’t immediately move, I landed a hard swat on her thigh, and she jumped up. Her ass was glowing as she fetched her purse, a bright-red handprint on the back of her creamy thigh. The flashing red-and-green lights from the Christmas tree someone had put up in the condo reflected off her skin and she looked like a decoration made just for me.
