Page 49 of The Naughty List

Impudence.I need to push him some more.

“Come on, Dad. I’ve said sorry! Don’t make a big deal about it.”

“A big fucking deal?” He smacks the island with his hand and it makes me jump. “Young lady, you disappoint me, you know that?”

I don’t reply, just turn my attention to my glass of juice, pick it up and take a sip.

I nearly choke when he slaps the counter again.

“I asked you a fucking question, girl!”

His voice is so deep, so menacing, I can’t even remember the fucking question.

I give him a sad face. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Tell me what you’re sorry for.”

Shit. “I’m sorry for… being dirty.”

“You weren’t even listening, were you?”

I shake my head in shame.

He sighs again. “I said, youdisappointme.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, “I don’t mean to.”

“Yes, well, you need to learn your lesson.”

He points over to the dining table, a huge monster of glass and deep blue resin.

“Stand over there,” he tells me. “Contemplate your punishment and how much you deserve it.”

I’m trembling bad again as I get down from the barstool. I gaze up at him with wide eyes.

“If I take my punishment like a good girl, do you think you could make it nice, like you do sometimes? Please. It helps the pain.”

He takes off his suit jacket, laying it neatly on the counter. He rolls up his crisp white shirt sleeves as I watch him. His forearms are lean and veiny. Muscular enough to pack one hell of a punch – or smack.

“You want me to touch you while I punish you?” The fire is still burning in his eyes. “I’m not sure you deserve that.”

“Please, Daddy. You know it takes my mind off Scott when you do that. It’ll help, I promise.”

“I’m not sure I can believe your promises today.”

I’m feeling young Holly’s need churning in my stomach. I’m as desperate for it as she is. The man before me holds his stare, so firm. It gives me another flutter between my legs, and I’m sure the plain white panties I’m wearing must be soaking through. Nerves make no odds. My pussy is still wet for him.

“We’ll see how well you behave during your punishment,” he says. “If you’re good enough, you’ll get a reward.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I smile as meekly as I can, then I walk slowly to the position he wants me in, feeling his eyes on me with every step. I stand next to the head of the table in an instinctive position, head bowed and hands behind my back.

Daddy leaves me waiting there, horny tension like a cloud in the air between us. I’m shuffling, fear and want mixing and twisting as I imagine what’s ahead for me. I don’t dare look at him, holding my position like a good girl. My breaths hitch as I finally hear him approach. He pulls out the dining chair beside me, taking a seat.

“Come and take your punishment.”

I lower myself gently across his thighs, and he hauls me into place. My ass is in prime position for a spanking, and my front half is dangling, pigtails hanging down around my face. I can only just reach the floor on tiptoes, balanced precariously. Every slap is going to jolt me like hell.

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