Page 2 of Daddy's Punishment
“I don’t know.” I can’t explain it because I don’t have the words.
“I think you do.” Daddy’s voice is deep and shaky as he pushes one of his thick, callused fingers inside of me. I gasp at the sensation as he hums appreciatively “You know I have to do this when you’re home late. I have to check to make sure you haven’t been a little slut.”
“I’m not, Daddy!”
“Only a slut would get wet at getting spanked.” I sink my teeth into my lower lip because what can I say? He’s right. “You should be ashamed.” His finger slowly slides in and out of me, and I have to fight not to moan. “At least you’re still a virgin.”
When he takes his finger away, I can’t stop my whine at the loss. Then I glance up in the mirror and watch as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean.
“Daddy,” I whimper, unable to control myself. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop it. It hurts.” I squeeze my together as the throb becomes unbearable.
“Let me see.” I don’t get a chance to respond before Daddy turns me over onto my back. He gets to his knees between my legs, and he’s staring at my pussy. “Show me where.”
“You said I’m not allowed to touch it.”
“Here?” Daddy presses his thumb on my little button, and my whole body jerks.
“Yes,” I whine.
“It’s hurting you?”
“Yes,” I say again and try to move closer to him.
“Then maybe I should kiss it better.” Before I know what’s happening, he leans forward and puts his mouth on my clit.
Needing something to hold on to, I grab my blue bear and squeeze it. Daddy’s tongue strokes back and forth on my little button, and I feel hot and sweaty all at once.
“Daddy!” I call out because I’m scared of what’s happening. He doesn’t respond or stop. Instead, he sucks harder, and then an explosion hits me. I scream as my body floods with magic. At least, that’s the only way I can describe it.
It takes me a second to catch my breath, and when I open my eyes Daddy is standing over me. He’s staring down at me, and this time he’s breathing heavily too.
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask while I try to sit up.
“Go to bed,” he orders.
“But—”
“Now,” he snaps, making me jump. “Or I’ll do something you won’t enjoy,” Daddy warns before he storms out of my room.
I’m not sure I believe him because I love my punishments. Even if they do make me a slut.
ChapterTwo
She’s late again. This is the second night in a row, and I know she’s testing me. I’ve tried to stay away and keep my hands off her, but she pushes me. My little girl tests my resolve, and as much as I try not to touch her, she forces me.
Last night, I licked her pretty little pussy until she came on my face. How am I supposed to stop now? All day I kept thinking about tonight and hoping I’d have a chance to punish her again. I was going to make something up if she was on time, but as the clock chimes, my cock gets harder.
The front door opens, and she looks up at me through her lashes. There’s an apology on her tongue, but I hold my hand up to stop it.
“I don’t want to hear excuses.” My dick is aching as I stand up and finish the last of my whiskey. “Go to your room.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I see the slight smile at the corner of her lips, and I clench my fists at my side.
I take the stairs slowly to give her time to get in position, and when I reach her door, I push it open. She’s bent over the side of her bed with her bare ass ready for me. Her legs are spread, and I can see her pussy is already wet. My mouth waters with the memory of last night as I go closer.
She wiggles against the bed like she’s begging for it, and I get angry. Ever since her last birthday, she’s been teasing me, and I’ve had enough. I’m a man, and I have needs. How does she expect me to keep her safe from other men if this is how she acts?
“Your punishments are working,” I tell her as I walk over and use my foot to kick her legs open wider. “So tonight you’re going to get what you’ve been begging for.”