Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I swallow as I shuffle toward him.
He pats the mattress. “I’m going to lift you onto the crib. I want you on your hands and knees, facing the wall.”
I’m trembling as I assume the position he requests. I thought he would spank me over his lap on the rocking chair. I’m not sure what he has in mind now.
“Knees on the edge of the mattress, Sophia. Lower to your elbows.”
I scoot back a few inches and do as I’m told, feeling incredibly vulnerable with my bottom in the air.
“Good girl.” He pats my bottom. “Spread your knees wide and lower your bottom.”
I start shaking as I follow his instructions. I’m ten times more vulnerable in this position with my pussy wide open and my bottom hanging off the edge of the mattress.
Daddy stands to one side of me and palms my butt cheek. “This is the perfect position for me to spank you, don’t you think, Baby girl?”
I whimper. What I think is that my pussy is dripping wet because my legs are spread so wide, and I’m so very naked and exposed.
Daddy moves his palm to my inner thigh, making me shiver. He knows how much I like it when he touches me there. It’s so intimate and possessive.
He strokes the sensitive skin a few inches from my soaked pussy. “Why is Daddy going to spank you?”
“For running in the house,” I manage to mumble.
“And why does Daddy have rules?”
I think for a moment and decide to respond quite differently than he probably intended. “So that I can easily break them when I need my bottom spanked.”
He grips my inner thigh, causing my lower lips to part. “Such a smart Little girl. Have you been thinking about getting a real punishment, Sophia?”
I nod against the mattress. “Yes, Sir.” It’s true. I’ve been wondering what it would feel like for Daddy to discipline me for real. I’ve only received two types of spankings—the arranged kind at the Dungeon that were administered by men who weren’t really my Daddy and the fun kind Daddy demonstrated the first night we were together that ended in an amazing orgasm.
This will be my first punishment spanking. I’m nervous and exhilarated at the same time.
“When I spank you to discipline you, I won’t let you orgasm afterward, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I knew this, but it still makes me panic a bit. What if I come anyway because I can’t help myself? Before Daddy, I never would have thought that could be a possibility, but Tate makes my body react in ways I’ve never imagined could be a reality.
Daddy surprises me by stroking a finger through my folds, gathering up my wetness with his easy, gentle touch. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “So wet for Daddy.”
I whimper, realizing I’m not going to like this a bit.
“You’ll stay right like this until I instruct you otherwise.”
A purr escapes my lips when his fingers move away, leaving my pussy pulsing. My clit feels huge. I want him to touch it. He’s not going to.
He sets a hand on my lower back and swats my bottom, making me jump. “I won’t make you count, Baby girl. I’m going to spank you hard and stop when I think you’ve had enough. Then you’ll stand in the corner for ten minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.” I manage to whimper.
He lifts his hand and spanks me again, harder this time. It’s enough to make me flinch. After the second one, he peppers my bottom all over, making sure to swat me as close to my pussy as possible every once in a while.
By the time he finally stops, I’m trembling from the strange combination of deep arousal and pain. I’m also panting.
Daddy stands behind me and grips both my thighs, squeezing them, forcing my pussy to open wider.
I lift my head and moan. The need for him to touch me is stronger than I’ve ever experienced.
“Don’t come, Sophia,” he orders. “Rein it in.”
I whimper and squirm as I try hard to pull back my lust. It’s difficult. If this is going to happen every time he spanks me, I’ll lose my mind.
“Good girl,” he finally says when my breathing evens out a bit. He moves his hands to my hips, lifts me off the mattress, and eases me to my feet.
My bottom is on fire. He didn’t rub it at all after he spanked me. It’s burning.
He points toward the corner. “Nose to the wall, hands clasped behind your back, feet wide.”
I sniffle as I shuffle toward the corner, and I’m close to tears as I assume the position he’s demanded.
“Good girl.” He’s right behind me. “Feet wider. If you can’t keep them open, I’ll have you squat in the corner with your knees spread wide.”
I wince. That sounds awful, so I spread my feet obscenely wider and lean so that my forehead touches the corner. I grip one wrist with my other hand, aware of my nudity and the fact that my nipples are hard and dancing against the wall.