Page 33 of Daddy Says

The crack of leather meeting bare flesh was distinctive… one heard over centuries when little girls or errant wives were being reminded that naughtiness had a price. The third stroke had her jerking her hips to the side.

“Three! Daddy, please! No more!”

“Three more, Janie. Settle and keep your bottom lifted. Come on, little one, I know you can do this.”

When her striped bottom lifted, he delivered the fourth and fifth, and though she bucked and screeched, she gave the proper count.

“Last one, but know that if we have to address lying again, the count will not be so light.”

The last stroke was delivered to caress her sweet spot, causing her to kick up both feet, her hands drumming against the sofa cushion, her head arching back as she screamed. He gave her a moment, knowing her ass was on fire. “Number, honey.”

“Si-six.”

Sawyer rubbed his palm over her hot cheeks. Though he was pretty sure she thought he’d skinned her alive, he knew the welts would disappear within a couple of hours and there would be no bruising. He helped her rise, biting back a grin when she immediately threw her hands behind her, rubbing furiously as she bounced around. He knew he should forbid her from attempting to soothe her bottom, but her little ‘hot bootie’ dance was just too adorable. Instead, he threaded his belt back around his waist and then reached for her, leading her to the front of the couch. Taking a seat, he guided her to stand between his legs.

“On your knees.”

She knelt, her eyes locking onto his hand as he reached to unbutton and unzip his pants. Pulling his cock free, he fisted it in one hand while reaching to cup her chin with the other.

“Little girls who choose to spew filthy words get their mouths washed out. Open.”

Janie again swallowed hard but her lips obediently parted.

“One day you will suck my cock for both your pleasure and mine, but this is punishment, Janie. It won’t be easy. Daddy is going to fuck your mouth hard. You will accept the correction and will swallow every drop I give you. Understand?”

“I-I don’t do this very… very well,” she said softly, her face going crimson.

“We can work on technique later,” he said. “Right now all I want you to think about is that Daddy will not allow his precious girl to be vulgar. Now, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

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Jane was quite sure that there was no way his cock was going to fit in her mouth. He was huge! Far larger than any man she’d ever dated. He was also far sterner, far more confident, absolutely certain that she’d obey him. And though her ass burned, the whipping having taken her very breath away, she obediently parted her lips. Shame suffused her as she stuck her tongue out, already very, very sorry she had cursed.

Her daddy moved to thread his fingers in her hair, fisting strands close to her scalp, instantly and silently informing her that she was not the one in control. Her hands moved to splay against his thighs as he guided his cockhead to lie on her tongue. When she bent forward to take him into her mouth, the fist in her hair pulled her back.

“No, you aren’t pleasuring or worshipping my cock. You will do exactly as I say and only as I say.”

She couldn’t answer as he hadn’t pulled her back far enough to break the contact between her tongue and his cock.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he said, and once she’d lifted hers, he slid his cock back and forth along her tongue. It should have been humiliating but for some reason, that wasn’t the emotion that flowed through her. Instead, she could feel submission consume her even as moisture slipped out of her, gathering in the folds of her sex.

Sawyer smiled and as if understanding that she was ready, if ignorant of what was expected, he placed his free hand against her throat and her pussy gushed.

“You will feel as if you can’t breathe, but know that I will not take you further than you can go.”

For some reason, his words and the hand on her throat weren’t threatening… they were settling. How she trusted him with her very breath, she didn’t know, but she did. With a nod, he slid forward, filling her mouth inch by inch. Her lips begin to close but when he shook his head, she opened them again—the desire to suck, to lick, to taste overwhelming, but the desire to obey, to atone, was stronger, allowing her to simply be the vessel, the cock sheath he required.

That was her last coherent thought as her punishment began. With a thrust, he pressed against the back of her throat, withdrew and thrust forward again. It was sudden, it was demanding, and as she fought not to gag, she understood why she’d not been allowed to eat or drink.

This was nothing like any blowjob she’d ever given. His cock completely filled her mouth, stretching her lips to a point she was sure was obscene-looking. Drool slipped from her mouth as she attempted to grab breaths whenever he pulled back to allow it. Her eyes watered until he was nothing but a blur. Her fingers dug into his thighs and the sounds coming from her filled the room as he did exactly what he’d promised and fucked her face.

His bulbous head continued to push against her throat, demanding she accept him. She’d never once had a man push into her throat, never imagined they’d be able to, but there was nothing she could do to avoid her daddy’s entry. He held himself still until she began to panic, pushing against his legs.

“No,” he said sternly, not pulling back until she relaxed her hands. He retreated a bit, teaching her that she could breathe shallowly with her mouth full of him and then withdrew completely, his cock slick with her saliva as she gulped large lungfuls of air.

“What was that naughty word you said?”

God, she didn’t want to say it… not now when she knew that doing so would earn her his cock cutting off her very breath. She shook her head, her eyes pleading not to have to answer and yet he arched his eyebrow and waited.

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