Page 30 of Watch Me, Daddy

“It’s supposed to, naughty girl,” he purred.

His hand peppered my bare bottom that much faster. A particularly hard strike forced an involuntary whimper to fly off my lips before I could manage to stop it.

“Please! Stop! I’ve learned my lesson,” I tried.

“What lesson is that?” he rumbled, the seductive tone of his voice making my pussy squeeze tight with arousal.

“That you’re an asshole,” I spat. I didn’t know why I continued to push him. Maybe it was foolish or maybe I was just baiting him because my pussy was soaking wet and needy for all of this.

Deep down though, I knew the answer.

Iwantedthis.

I wanted him to spank me harder.

I wanted him to take control.

I wanted him toforcemy surrender and claim every part of me in the way that no man other than him ever could.

I wanted it all.

“Oh, princess. You’re going to regret that,” he purred. The sound rolled down my spine, and I arched my back, feeling every word drip through me like molten honey.

He spanked me faster, each swat hard enough to punish deep into my flesh. The pain wound through each muscle fiber, worked further and deeper until it curled into my core. A surge of intense desire warred with the pain, and suddenly, a part of me seemed to sink into acquiescence.

The first moment of that scared me, and I pulled back.

My fight renewed. I struggled against his hold, but his palm seared into my ass each and every time despite my resistance. The sting had grown to overwhelming proportions, and I cried out.

“Please, Daddy,” I tried again. I had learned a quick lesson. My stabbing insult had only resulted in a much harsher punishment, and the more I fought him, the more he sought out to teach me an even bigger one.

He’s in control, not you.

My clit throbbed in tune with my head, and I cried out. I suffered through the delicious pain, writhing and moaning and yelping with each hard smack of his palm.

“Please stop,” I begged.

He didn’t, but I had known he wouldn’t.

“I’ll be good,” I promised.

“Don’t lie to me, princess,” he murmured, and my hips bucked hard. Each delectable syllable wove through me, and my legs started to tremble.

I gritted my teeth and took the next volley of spanks in stride. Then, as if he was using his hand to break through my defenses, he scalded my upper thighs exclusively, and I whined and started whimpering my apologies.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I won’t lie again.”

The spanking continued and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Maybe this was all foreplay? Maybe it made his cock hard to spank a girl like this before he fucked her?

I changed tactics.

“Please give me your cock, Daddy,” I begged.

“This pretty little ass isn’t nearly red enough,” he replied, his tone dark and seductive, and I hated myself for loving every second of it.

What is wrong with you?

This was supposed to be a punishment. Why was I enjoying myself?

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