Page 37 of Daddy's Little Spy

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Part of her wished he wouldn’t go easy on her, so she could fully rid herself of the guilt eating away at her.

But when the paddle landed that first time, and the pain seemed to echo through her flesh, she realized they had very different ideas of “easy”. And when, by the third swat, her entire ass felt like it was on fire and she was openly sobbing into the sheets, she would have promised the world just to end the punishment. Even though she knew the words themselves were lies, she wept out her promises to be a good girl, to never lie to him again.

At number ten, she collapsed into the mattress, the tie around her eyes completely soaked through with her tears. Gentle hands pulled the tie from around her head and she squinted at the brightness piercing her eyes.

“Come here, bambolina. It’s all over. There’s my good girl.” Murmured praise filled her, soothing away the last dredges of guilt and shame as she wept into his shoulder.

Everything hurt. Her bottom, inside and out. Her muscles ached from the tension of holding position. Her throat still burned from his punishment. But inside, all she felt was calm. Peaceful. Very nearly floating.

When the tears subsided, she lifted her head, seeking him.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips. “I need you. Please, Daddy.”

He rolled, pinning her beneath him, her battered backside pressing into the mattress. Gasping at the flash of pain, she arched up just as he filled her. Between the plug in her ass and his cock in her pussy, she was so fucking full.

“Mine,” he growled, gathering her wrists in his hands and holding them above her head.

Helpless. She was completely helpless, vulnerable, in every possible way a woman could be.

And it thrilled her.

“Mine,” he repeated, thrusting harder, branding her pussy the way he’d claimed her throat before. “Say it.”

“Yes.” Ignoring the rational, logical part of herself that was begging her to stop, screaming that she was going too far, she lifted her hips. “Yes. Yours. Only yours.”

“Come for me, Diana. Just for me.”

And she did, the orgasm crashing over her like ocean waves against the shore. Her cries of pleasure filled the room and moments later he followed, emptying himself inside of her.

“Mine. Always.”

She fell asleep with his words echoing in her dreams, knowing deep in those darkest places of her heart, that it was true.

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