Page 47 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered with a blush.

As I stood before him fully clothed, I couldn’t help but feel bare already. His gaze took a slow, leisurely stroll up and down my body, enjoying the sight of me before he stood up and towered over me.

I’d never felt so small in my life.

His fingers caressed my waist, slipping under my t-shirt and dancing along my bare flesh. Each brush of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver of longing coursing through my veins. It was as if every point of contact between us was a promise of something more, an unspoken invitation that set my senses into overdrive.

The electricity of his presence enveloped me, erasing any doubts or uncertainties that lingered in my mind. With every caress, every lingering gaze, I felt a potent rush of desire that left me yearning for more.

With slow, deliberate intention, he wrapped his fingertips around the bottom hem and lifted it up gradually. I stiffened, pressing a hand against his muscled chest in order to make him pause.

“Now, little girl, I think you know that once Daddy has decided you’re getting a spanking, you’re going to get one,” he growled.

My heart hammered in my chest, his wicked intentions slowly becoming clear.

He was going to strip me bare and spank me, right here in this private little alcove. There wasn’t another house in sight, but that didn’t mean that someone wasn’t going to happen upon us. Hell, the security guards patrolling the cabin might even hear what was about to happen.

I hadn’t anticipated this, but my pussy had quite literally gone ablaze at the mere thought of being taken in hand like this out in the open.

It felt deliciously naughty.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged playfully.

His answering grin set my soul on fire. The dark promise of deep pleasures unknown twinkled in his gaze, and I had trouble staying on my feet as anxious anticipation tore through me.

“Daddy’s always going to win, my sassy bride. It’s time I taught you that,” he growled, and my core constricted tight.

His fingers slid over the fabric of my shirt, and in a heartbeat, he lifted it over my head, leaving me exposed to his hungry gaze. The cool breeze from the lake kissed my skin, contrasting with the searing heat that radiated from his touch. My breath hitched as his hands roamed over the newly revealed expanse of my body, igniting sparks of electricity in their wake.

His hands moved to the button of my jeans, his touch sending shivers cascading down my spine. My heart raced as he skillfully undid the button and then slowly lowered the zipper, his gaze never leaving mine. As he slid the denim down my legs, I felt a rush of anticipation mingled with a heady mix of vulnerability and excitement. The jeans pooled at my feet, and I stood before him, my pulse thundering in my ears, exposed and wanting, held captive by the dark, seductive power of his ravenous gaze.

A heated sense of shame washed over me as I stood there in nothing more than my panties and my bra. Time seemed to stand still as his fingers traced the contours of my curves, each caress stoking the flames of desire that had been smoldering between us.

He took a long moment to trace the outline of my bra and then along the waistband of my panties, igniting goosebumps across every inch of my bare flesh. With a gasp, I shivered with nervous excitement.

Then his fingers flitted under the thin fabric connecter of my bra in between my breasts. I arched towards him as he pulled it away from my body, feeling the lace begin to strain.

I opened my mouth to protest, but what he did next took my breath away.

In one hard motion, he tore it in half with nothing more than his fingers. It parted like a hot knife through butter, popping open to reveal the naked expanse of my breasts, as well as the rock-hard peaks of my nipples. With a gasp, I went to cover them with my hands, embarrassed to be so aroused out here in the open, but he knocked my hands away with a stinging slap. His thumb and forefinger grabbed my nipples and pinched them tight, twisting just a little to ignite a burning flare of pain to radiate across my breasts.

“Never hide your body from me, princess,” he scolded, and he squeezed tighter. I cried out, rising up on my tiptoes to try to relieve the stinging agony, but it didn’t help. Instead, he just pinched harder, and I bit my lip.

“Yes, Daddy!” I finally exclaimed.

“Good girl,” he praised, his rumbling voice making my core squeeze tight. He released my nipples, and I bit back a subsequent cry, the pain flaring red-hot for a long moment before it began to fade. I flinched when he reached for my breasts again, but his touch was nothing more than a gentle caress. His thumb brushed my nipple now, making me gasp as a jolt of pleasure seemingly pulsed straight down to my clit.

Then his hands dropped to my hips, his thumbs tracing along the lacey hem of my panties. Every brush of his fingertips against my skin ignited a wildfire of longing deep within me. His hands, large and confident, traced delicate patterns along the lines of my hips, leaving a trail of scorching need in their wake. It was as if his very presence had the power to unravel me completely until I was raw and utterly exposed before him.

The cool breeze danced across my skin like a gentle caress, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It was as if the very air itself had come alive, tenderly brushing against me, and sending ripples of sensation across every inch of exposed flesh. Each whisper of wind carried with it a hint of the surrounding nature—the scent of pine trees, the distant murmur of the lake, and the subtle rustle of leaves—a sensory symphony that heightened my awareness of each and every heated moment between us.

My breath was shaky as his strong arms encircled my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground and gently placing me facedown over his knees. The sudden proximity sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, my body fitting against his with an almost magnetic pull. His thighs were like tree trunks beneath my waist, but I couldn’t help but notice that there was a rock-hard bulge pressing against my lower belly.

He was hard for me, and I was wearing nothing but a pair of panties with my bottom high up in the air, about to be spanked.

I held my breath as his palm splayed across my lower back, just enjoying the whirlwind of sensation as he grazed his fingers along the waistband of my panties. When his thumb hooked underneath it, I held my breath as he began to pull them down.

Inch by painstakingly slow inch, the lace scraped against my skin, making me exceedingly aware of just how much of me was being exposed. The farther he pulled my panties down, the more heat rushed to my face. Every second that ticked by felt like a lifetime, until at long last, my panties traveled all the way down to the middle of my thighs.

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