Page 50 of The Naughty List

I know he can feel me trembling. I whimper as he lifts up my school skirt, remembering how hard he slapped the countertop. I close my eyes as he tugs my panties down around my thighs.

“You’re wet,” he says. “Dirty girl.”

I feel like one. I feel so dirty over Daddy’s knee that my clit is sparking like crazy.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Oh, you will be,” he says as he massages my ass cheeks. I’m so pleased when I feel the swell of him through his trousers, the bulge of his crotch pressing into my stomach.

It gives me confidence. A bloom of pride.

“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him. “I deserve to be punished.”

His first hard blow makes me lurch forward so far, I’m scared of losing my balance, but he yanks me back into position and holds me steady, with an arm heavy against my back as he begins the assault in earnest.

I yelp with every smack, and fuck, my ass cheeks sting as he slaps me like I’m a criminal.

“Dirty girl,” he says. “You deserve this.”

Myowwsaren’t fake in the slightest as I gasp and moan. His palm is a beast, with huge strikes, so fierce that he’s grunting as he rains my punishment on me. My ass must be so pink and exposed. I feel weirdly shy at the thought.

My whimpers come so naturally. My words are nothing but the truth.Daddy, ah! Ow! Daddy, it hurts!

“Take it,” he says, and hits me even harder.

My pigtails swish with every strike, my tie dangling and my tits bouncing. I can’t stay still as he hurts me – squirming on his lap – and his bulge against my stomach gets harder with every strike. But then the inevitable happens… the sensation I know so well…

Slowly,slowly, the burn of my slapped ass turns to a beautiful, hot tingle, and my squeals ofowturn to shuddering moans.

I need more.

“Keep going, Daddy, please. Make me pay for being so naughty.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve only just started.”

His words make me smile like my horny self, nerves fading away.

I relax over his lap, giving up control fully and completely as he tugs my panties down to my knees and switches his slaps to my thighs – fresh skin ready to burn and tingle. He spanks me like I deserve it. A deep rhythm of punishment that is enough to make me heady. Softly, I drift into the space between pleasure and pain. A place in my inner mind where all that matters is submission.

I’m giving myself over to a higher power, and that power is Daddy.

I take everything he has to give. So many slaps, my skin is on fire.

He’s breathing so hard from the blows that he’s almost panting when he speaks next. “Open your legs for me now, Holly. Let me make it feel good for you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say as I spread my thighs as far as my stretched panties will allow.

I must be so fucking slick as he strokes his fingers over my pussy. He catches my clit like a pro, and I moan, wriggling against his touch as he plays.

“You’d better start saying thank you for this,” he says. “Remember your manners, and ask nicely.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Please don’t stop. I love it when you put fingers inside me. Please do that. I’m going to be a very, very good girl.”

He teases me by rubbing the tips of his fingers against my slit. “Are you going to show me how grateful you are after?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’ll be grateful enough to do anything you want. Anything.”

“Good girl.”

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