Page 8 of Hunter's Baby Girl

“Yes!” I gasped, and I could hear the pain in my voice. It didn’t hurt so much as it was uncomfortable. I liked having my hair pulled – just not so hard. Not worth bringing out the safe word, but something worth discussing anyway.

“See? All you had to do was answer.” He roughly shoved my head back down, still holding onto my hair, and gave me two good whacks across my ass. I cried out in surprise at his sudden show of force.

“It looks like I have to spank you harder, then, since you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Daddy said sternly. I tried to stifle the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that escaped my lips after he struck harder than before.

I felt myself getting wet, as that familiar tingle between my legs got stronger. It was like his hand was connecting directly with my pussy instead of my ass. He found a rhythm, delivering brisk and forceful blows on one cheek, then the other.

I felt the heat building inside me, washing over me. I stopped feeling each blow, instead experiencing the sheer sensation. My breathing got louder, more ragged. I couldn’t contain the little moans and gasps that his hand brought out of me.

I could feel my tits rubbing against the sofa as every blow rocked me forward slightly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the friction on my sensitive nipples added another layer to the ecstasy I was sinking further and further into.

In the haze of my pleasure, I could feel him growing hard beneath me, but that was only a passing realization – that my reaction was turning him on as much as he was turning me on. I was too enveloped in my own feelings to engage in much conscious thought.

Finally, one more solid whack against my sore flesh and I heard him let out a long sigh. As if he’d reached a sort of completion of his own.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson. What do you think, Little Girl?” he asked.

I was panting, gasping for breath. I was shocked to realize that I’d been close to cumming just from being spanked. I felt like I’d been left adrift in the middle of the ocean with no life preserver.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stroking my back gently. I didn’t answer verbally, choosing to nod my head instead. I was still lying across his lap, ass in the air. I didn’t even want to move yet. I slowly came back to reality, connecting to the feeling of his hand on my back.

“Wow,” I finally breathed. “That was intense.”

“You seemed to enjoy it,” he said. I was still facing away from him but could hear the smile in his voice.

I looked back at him and smirked, making him laugh. Then I slowly climbed off his lap. “I don’t think I should bother trying to get these back up right now,” I said, letting my jeans fall to the floor and stepping out of them.

“Do you have a bathtub?” Hunter asked. Funny how I could tell when he was playing Daddy and when he was being Hunter.

I nodded. “Why?”

“A warm bath is one of the best ways to take care of that butt,” he said. “Can I run one for you?”

I smiled. He was so thoughtful. I knew I had gotten lucky, finding a thoughtful and caring person to guide me into this new lifestyle. If that’s, in fact, what it was going to become.

I directed him to the bathroom and lay on the sofa – stomach first, of course – waiting for the bath to be ready. I was definitely smarting. Now that the pleasure had passed, all that seemed to be left was the discomfort. But there was no forgetting how I had felt when I was falling deeper and deeper into the blissful sensations Hunter brought to life in me.

I had never known, until two days ago, that this was possible for me. I hadn’t been frigid by any means, but I wasn’t the girl who was driven to the heights of pleasure by a rough spanking. And I sure never thought of anybody as “Daddy”. Now here I was.

And I liked it.