Page 36 of Daddy's Lesson
“You’re being naughty.”
“What? How?” I turned to see a sexy, lazy smile on his lips.
“I told you I wanted you to stay naked.”
“I’m not cooking naked. It’s unsanitary and dangerous.”
“Then you should have asked Daddy if you could put something on.”
“You were sleeping!” I protested.
“Then you should have stayed in bed with me like a good girl.” He sighed heavily, as if this was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “Now I’ll have to spank you before we eat.”
“You’re making up reasons to punish me. That’s not fair.” I stomped my foot to show how frustrated I was, belatedly realizing I was acting like the Little girl he liked to pretend I was.
“Not fair? Did I not tell you yesterday that you were to stay naked?”
“You did, but?—”
“Listen carefully, little girl. No matter what you think is fair, you are not in charge. I don’t even need a reason to spank your ass. I’m the Daddy. I’m in charge.”
I swallowed hard at his chastisement. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of my head and smacked my butt hard.
We finished cooking breakfast side by side and settled into comfortable conversation while we ate. After he confiscated my robe, of course. It was becoming a little less uncomfortable except for the fact that he’d put on his boxers. I kept my opinions about the fairness to myself, not wanting to have him snap at me again. After we both finished, we cleaned up, and then the comfortable camaraderie changed.
Lennon picked me up over his shoulder and took me back to the bedroom. “Time for your spanking,” he announced as he smacked my butt over and over on the way down the hall.
“Oww!” I kicked my feet and twisted my body, but his arm was like a steel band holding me in place.
“Calm down.” He spanked harder. “If you fall and hurt yourself I will really have to punish you.”
“Ow! Okay! Okay!” I stopped kicking and rolled my eyes, knowing dang well he wasn’t going to drop me.
He set me on my feet in front of the bed for a second, but then I was almost instantly upended over his lap and he was spanking me again. I’d taken way harder spankings in the past, but his hand stung, and I couldn’t take it with grace no matter how hard I tried. He didn’t talk, either, giving me nothing to focus on aside from the burning skin of my backside. Just when it started to hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes, he stopped.
“No more clothes without permission, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sniffled.
“Good girl.”
He scooped me into his arms and held me against his chest.
“I could start every morning spanking your ass before I fuck you,” he murmured into the top of my head.
“Maybe we could skip the spanking?” I fake sniffled. Sure, it still stung, but the heat had started to morph into something else entirely.
“But I like spanking your sexy little ass,” he argued.
Rolling my eyes, I wiggled against his tight hold. He let go and I turned to straddle his lap, positioning my entrance right over the top of his already hard cock.
“Mmmm.” He moaned as he pushed up against me. “Are you trying to take charge, naughty girl?”
I gasped overdramatically. “I would never.”
“I shouldn’t let you get away with that, especially after I just had to punish you, but I do like the idea of you bouncing up and down on my cock.” He lifted me long enough to pull his boxer briefs down and out of the way, and then he was inside me.