Page 47 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Tizzy

Though partof her screamed this needed to end, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do so. She’d wanted nothing more than to bury herself in her Daddy’s embrace as she had that very morning. Instead, she was attempting to distance herself, concentrate on her duties, be the best friend to Georgie and keep it together until this wedding was over. But with every look, every touch, every smile and every word Eddie spoke, she fell into the fantasy of having all she’d ever desired once again.

Even with him gently guiding her to lie back before he pulled the stirrups up into position, she was torn between bolting and staying. She couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide as she took her lip between her teeth again. It took all Teresa had to allow him to place her feet into the stirrups after he’d kissed each sole, causing her to gasp and her toes to flex in response.

Eddie pushed the stirrups apart which effectively spread her quite nicely for his viewing pleasure. She felt her entire body respond at the pleasure she saw in his eyes. She could only imagine what he was seeing. She had no doubt her clit was at attention, poking up from its protective hood. Her very position would ensure her outer lips were splayed open and she felt yet another trickle of her cream seeping from her pussy to slicken her inner thighs. From the curl of his lips and the sight of his dimples deepening, she felt as if he was seeing her as a buffet he couldn’t wait to sample. If that was his goal, she certainly wasn’t going to attempt to stop him.

“Hmmm,” her Daddy said, cupping her knees in his hands as he let his eyes travel from her sex, up her abdomen which was quivering slightly, over her breasts where her nipples remained hard and pebbled into sharp points like little diamonds, and finally lifting to meet her gaze. “Seems like someone is rather enjoying her exam.”

She felt heat flood her face and began to shake her head only to freeze when he quirked his brow. “No?” he asked. “Your tight little nipples and your dripping pussy say otherwise, now, don’t they?”

“Ummm… I-I guess?”

“You guess?” he tsked and shook his head, dropping his hand between her splayed thighs. Ever so slowly, keeping his eyes on hers, he trailed his middle and index finger up the split of her sex. His grin told of his enjoyment of hearing the quick inhale she was unable to suppress any more than she could stop the trembling of her legs which caused the stirrups to shake a bit, With his journey completed, he lifted his finger to show her how they shone with her cream. “Iguessyou’re correct,” Eddie said then opened his lips and slid his fingers into his mouth.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, her eyes locked to his lips as he suckled. When he removed them only to lick the length of his fingers, wrapping his tongue around them as if not wishing to miss a single drop, she whimpered.

“Eddie,” she whispered, the word said in an almost breathless tone.

“Doctor Daddy,” he corrected, tsking again. “What type of patient soaks her pussy before my exam is even begun?”

The question took her by surprise and though she knew her entire body was flushed with a combination of embarrassment and lust, she gave the only answer she could. “I-I don’t know?”

“Then let me enlighten you,” her Daddy said, dropping his hand to her belly, his fingers stroking across her pebbled flesh. “A very naughty patient, that’s who. And do you know what happens to such patients?”

“Noooo?” she said, her response far more a question than an answer though she had a very good idea of what answer he was looking for.

“One of two things,” he said, trailing a fingertip into the hollow of her navel and circling the sensitive skin, her breathing rate increasing. She was surprised that with every pass of his fingers, he continued to ramp up her need without touching any spot she’d normally find erotic.

“As a doctor, it is my responsibility to make sure you have everything you need to keep you healthy and happy. As your Daddy, it is my duty to make sure you understand what your body needs to keep you fulfilled. So, which shall it be? Shall I continue with my exam or shall I simply help you up, get you dressed and—”

“No!” Her face turned red with the realization she’d practically shouted the word. “I-I mean, you’re both, remember? You’re Doctor Daddy, and I-I want—”

“What? What do you want, my sweet little Tizzy?” he asked when she seemed incapable of continuing.

“Everything,” she said softly, not able to lie to this man. Not about this.

“Is that so?” he asked, trailing his fingers up between her breasts, smiling as she arched into the touch, every inch of her telegraphing she wanted so much more. “What is everything?”

“Anything you want to give me, Daddy. I-I want it all.”

“I’m not convinced,” he said, shaking his head. “I believe I need proof.”

“What proof? Do you want me to beg?” she asked, her voice growing huskier as her desire increased.

“And if I do?”

She locked onto his gorgeous blue eyes, her naked body thrumming with desire. Without a word spoken, she nodded and then dropped her feet from the stirrups only to roll onto her tummy and push up on her knees while laying her head and breasts to the paper.

“Spank me. Turn my bottom hot and red and then, please, I’m begging you, fuck me until I scream.”

“What a good girl,” he said softly. “I couldn’t be prouder as, for the first time, you are voicing what you want without a single stutter or hesitation. Now, spread those knees wider to present yourself to Daddy’s view. I want to watch your cream drip to form an even larger wet spot than before.”

She could see the bulge of his cock pressing against the zipper of his trousers and though she knew she was being quite wanton, she felt a bit proud knowing it was protesting because it wanted to be set free. He was as aroused as she. When he picked up another item off the tray, she inhaled sharply. Instead of dropping her position, she lifted her ass higher.

“What a good girl,” he said as he chose another item. “Before I redden your naughty little bottom, I think a nice little plug will serve as a reminder to be my good little girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, Doctor Daddy,” she said clearly.

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