Page 14 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Yes, Daddy.” Sage had difficulty breathing as once again his fingers found her clit, drawing enticing circles around and over it until it swelled taut and became so sensitive that it felt as if her entire being evolved around its throbbing center.

Shudders wracked her body as his hand lifted away. Before she could comprehend what he intended, the sound of his palm rapidly swatting her wet pussy echoed through the room.

“Oww!” Sage’s shocked cry was cut short by another swat, followed by his hand brushing over the stinging pain in its wake.

“Come now, Patty Cakes, that was hardly worth complaining about.”

Unable to think straight, Sage could only claw at the furniture as his fingers once again circumnavigated her throbbing clit, dipping inside her slick channel to coat the swollen nub in her own essence.

“Remember what I said. Do not move. If you lift your legs, I add two strikes. If you attempt to cover your ass with your hands, I add two strikes. This can be over quickly or continue for as long as you choose.”

Sage’s body was still zinging from the caresses and the sting on her labia when the first strike of the paddle landed on her buttocks. Her gasp was muted as the next swat cracked against her skin, and the next. He was spanking her without restraint. Even though her body struggled to fathom the stinging sensation, she was overcome with confusion at how her clit felt like it sizzled, setting her pussy to throb, humming in the wake of each swat.

At first, she could breathe in between each strike. It didn’t hurt that much. But when he brushed a palm over her burning cheeks, flicked a finger over her clit then gently slid two fingers inside her slick folds, she realized that it was the sting from her bottom that accelerated the lust sparking to life inside her.

Once again, the paddle cracked against her cheeks with its bite increasing with each consecutive strike as he now spanked her uninterruptedly. Mind-numbing swats in rapid succession pillaged her crimson cheeks. Left. Right. Left. Right. Center. Again, and again. The heat that radiated from every strike consumed every inch of her behind. The sting was gone. Now, all she felt was pain. Her fingers all but strangled the stool where she gripped it.

“Gaawd! That hurts,” she wailed.

Crack!!

The swat from his palm against her pussy came as such a surprise, her entire body lifted from the ottoman. This time, it hadn’t been a seductive slap. It hurt, like a drop of acid had fallen on her skin. Then he turned her body to mush, confusing the sensations by gently rubbing her clit. He teased the slickness before separating her folds and settling just the tip of his finger inside her clenching core that fed her desire. Desperately, she writhed against his devilish caress.

“Do you want me inside your pussy, Patty Cakes?”

“Yes! Hell yes,” she gasped as his finger slipped in deeper.

“Such eagerness must be rewarded.” His deep voice resonated through the room. Sage lifted her hips and pushed back against his hand, crying out as he responded by thrusting two fingers to the hilt deep inside her. “Keep still, little one.”

Sage tried but the way his fingers curled into her, stroking, teasing, sparking a fire so hot inside, she couldn’t help but twist and jerk for more.

She clawed at the stool, desperately anchoring herself for the ultimate penetration but all he did was continue to thrust his fingers into her. Every penetration drew new sensations from her. All new to her as he continued to thrust, slapping, and grinding into her pussy. He stole her breath, touching her in ways she hadn’t known was possible.

“Daddy, please.” Breathless, the words exploded in a croaked whisper. Calling him Daddy now came naturally, as if the word had been engraved in her mind.

“Please what, Patty Cakes?”

“I… need more. I need you.” She sobbed as his large hand squeezed her buttocks, brutally reminding her of the spanking.

“Oww! Freaking hell!”

“Hmm, unfortunately, complete pleasure would defy the purpose of your punishment, so…”

With one final deep thrust and swirl of his fingers against the bundle of nerves deep inside her, he pulled out and was gone, leaving her limp, and spent, crying. Crying, for heaven’s sake! She needed one tiny push to send her flying into a blissful orgasm, a push he denied her.

“Now, Patty Cakes, I’ll accept your apology.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she sobbed, not even thinking of defying him. “I’m sorry.”

“Ah, little one, come here.”

Just like that, in that moment when he picked her up, wrapped her in his arms and cuddled her on his lap, she forgave him. It didn’t matter that he denied her a climax, nor that he hadn’t given her the pleasure of his possession she so desperately wanted. All that mattered was that his strong arms made her feel protected, cared for, and offered an unspoken promise of more to come.

That was what Sage blindly clung to. No matter what tomorrow brought, he was here now, and he made her feel loved.

He, as her Daddy, and she, as his Babygirl.

Chapter Seven

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