Page 155 of Daddy's Pride

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Page 155 of Daddy's Pride

A myriad of ideas ran through Rach’s head so fast that she almost felt dizzy. “The problem is,” she whispered, moving so that her breasts were flush against Isla’s chest, “that I want to do everything with you. So, please Daddy, you decide.”

Isla swore then and, pulling Rach to her roughly, kissed her.

This wasn’t like all the gentle kisses that had come before, this had bite—quite literally when Isla nipped Rachel’s lower lip—and there was a savagery to it that had Rachel panting and gasping when they came up for air.

“Wow, Daddy,” she said.

“You going to be a good girl for me?” asked Isla. “Are you going to take my fingers and my tongue, and come apart for me again and again, just like a good girl should?”

“Yes, Daddy,” breathed Rachel, and she felt her pussy clench each time Isla said ‘good girl’. “Please, Daddy.”

“Next time, you’re going to ride my strap, but today you get to be pleasured like the princess you are.” She sat down on the bed. “Are you going to undress for me, princess?”

Rachel nodded, every atom of her tingling, feeling more alive than she’d done in years. Slowly she raised trembling fingers to her first button, only to have Isla catch her hand and say tenderly, “If you don’t want this?”

“I do!” she insisted. “Please, Daddy, let me. I promise I’ll use traffic lights if I need to.”

“You really are the best of girls,” said Isla, and the tenderness in her eyes made Rachel almost want to cry. She’d never felt so truly loved before.

She fussed with the first button on her cardigan, relishing in how desire darkened Isla’s eyes at her teasing, and then she popped it open. It had been a warm day, and Rach’s breasts were small enough that she didn’t have to bother with a bra. She knew when Isla realized that because of the sharp inbreath around button number three.

Usually, she was nervous, getting naked in front of someone for the first time. More of a ‘fling everything off quick and hide beneath the covers’ kind of move. But here, with Isla, Rachel took her time.

The wonderment in Isla’s eyes fed her, succubus-like, giving her strength and confidence, until she found herself playing peekaboo with the cardigan.

“Drop the cardigan, princess.” Isla’s voice was low, almost rumbly, and Rachel shivered and did as she was told.

“I’d take off my skirt,” said Rachel, suddenly emboldened, “but I have a feeling that you’d like to flip it up over my arse and spank me. Am I wrong?”

“You’re feeling very brave today,” said Isla, her green eyes sparkling. “I suppose you’re right. I shall have to just administer a spanking. Make sure you know exactly where that line is, and what the consequences are if you cross it.”

“Try me,” said Rachel, and she slipped a hand up underneath her skirt, and tugged down the lacy knickers she’d been wearing, the gusset wet with her juices. “Come on then, Daddy. Spank me if you dare.”

Before she could even really register what was happening, Isla had stood up and spun her round until she was facing the back wall.

“Are you going to bend over for me, princess, or am I going to have to make you?”

“Make me,” whispered Rachel.

“I can’t hear you,” said Isla. There was laughter in her voice, along with the singsong, and it resonated in Rachel’s core. This was fun, this was joyful, this was them.

“Make. Me.”

Isla growled then, a guttural sound that flooded Rachel’s pussy, and then she bent Rach over in one fluid movement, flipping the skirt up simultaneously.

Cool air hit Rach’s bottom before Isla did. In fact, nothing happened after that, just the two of them frozen in tableau.

Then, when Isla spoke, it was with a barely contained delight. “Beg me.”

“Pardon, Daddy?”

“Beg me for your punishment, babygirl. Beg me to spank you.”

Rachel swallowed. “And what happens if I don’t?”

“If you don’t?” She could hear the smile in Isla’s voice. “If you don’t beg me to spank you, you’re going to stay exactly as you are, wet little pussy dripping for me, all exposed to my gaze. And I won’t touch you, and you won’t touch yourself.”

Unbelievably, everything Isla was saying was happening. Rachel could feel herself getting wetter, could practically feel the heat of Isla’s gaze upon her upturned tush.




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