Page 69 of Accepting Love

She pees while I change into sweatpants, and then I prepare her toothbrush and brush her teeth. Back in the bedroom, I peel off her extra clothing, leaving her in the sheer nightie that looks like heaven on her. It’s nearly see-through. When she stands in the center of the room, I can see the silhouette of her body and my cock jumps to full attention.

“Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?” she asks shyly.

“Are you too tired?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No.”

“Then I’d be happy to spank you. Come here.” I sit on the edge of the bed and reach out a hand. When she’s close enough, I pull her between my legs and tip her chin back. “You realize you’re not in trouble, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“A maintenance spanking is meant to keep Little girls from plotting trouble. It’s a reminder that Daddy’s in charge. Chances are pretty good you’re going to get aroused when I spank you, but only good-girl spankings are followed up with orgasms.”

She nods, her cheeks turning pink. “Yes, Sir.”

“You look like an angel in this nightie, but I’m going to remove it for the spanking.” I lean down to grab the hem and pull it over her head.

She shivers as I fully expose her to the room.

I scoot back and settle myself in the center of the king-sized bed with my back against the headboard. “Come here, angel.”

She climbs up and crawls toward me.

I pat my thighs. “Lie over Daddy’s lap. Hands at the small of your back.”

She’s trembling as she lowers into position. Even though I’ve spanked her once before since coming into her life outside of Surrender, the dynamic is different tonight. Our relationship is more solid. She knows I’m likely to make love to her after I pinken her bottom.

I grip both her wrists in one of my hands and smooth my other palm over the soft flawless skin of her precious bottom. “I’m not going to assign a particular number, angel. I’m going to start slow and build up. I’ll spank you until I think you’ve had enough. What’s your safeword?”

“Wine.”

“Good girl. You let Daddy know if it gets to be too much or if you need a break, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I do as I said and start slow, warming her up with gentle swats that acclimate her to the feel of my palm. I’ve spanked her many times before, but like the other night, this is a new dynamic for us. It changes things. We’re not in the club doing a scene. We’re in a relationship in our bedroom—or at least our bedroom for the week.

She whimpers as I pick up the intensity. When she squeezes her thighs together, I stop and rub her bottom. “Spread your legs, angel.”

I wait until she does so before I smooth my palm between her legs, not touching her pussy.

She moans and lifts her hips.

“Not yet, angel.” I swat her bottom again, harder this time.

Her breath hitches and her body stiffens. She’s so aroused that my continued spanking is pushing her higher. I have to apply some pressure to the small of her back to keep her from wiggling free.

“Can you take more, angel?”

She nods slightly. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I pepper her bottom again, watching closely to make sure I cover every inch of her skin without bruising her. I want her to feel the burn lingering for a while but not so painful that she can’t easily sit on her piano bench tomorrow.

I love how her toes curl, and when she lifts her feet up and digs her knees into the mattress, I stop spanking her to immediately thrust my fingers through her folds.

She cries out, arching her chest so her head lifts into the air.

She’s so wet, and I swirl my fingers through her slit and up to stroke her clit.

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