Page 42 of Daddy's Temptation
“Please, daddy. Touch me.”
His fingers slip closer to my panties, close enough I can feel the barest whisper of a touch on the gusset of them. “Someone’s wet for daddy.”
“Yes…” I hiss. “Please, daddy.” I wince at the whiny cadence of my words, but I’m so fucking needy and want to reconnect with Andre. I need to feel him. My whole body yearns for his touch. To have his masterful hands touch every inch of me and show me that I’m his and his alone. I want him to own my mind, body, and soul.
He lightly taps my pussy right over my clit, just a delicious tease. Andre’s lips glide over my neck, gently nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin until I can feel his hot breath against my ear. “Who get’s orgasms?” he rumbles, causing goosebumps to shiver down my spine.
“Good girls,” I gasp. I know exactly where this is going to lead, and my core clenches.
“Mmm… yes, good girls get pleasure. But you’ve not been a good girl, have you?” He nips my ear; the sharp pain has my nipples pebbling and my clit throbbing.
“No, daddy. I’ve been naughty.” I say, wriggling on his lap. I don’t even try to hide my excitement at the promise of punishment for my transgressions. I’m not a masochist, but I’m definitely on board for a spanking. Spankings usually lead to good places…
Like Orgasmville.
“Very naughty. You ran away from daddy. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”
Tears prick my eyes. Gah. Can’t we just do the spanking? I hate the scolding part. It always makes me feel little, and like I’m a disappointment. “I’m sorry, daddy.”
“You will be.”
The words hang in the air like a threat. Andre stands with me in his arms and strides across the office to his desk. He sets me on the floor, spinning me so I’m facing the desk, then with a firm hand, he pushes me down until I’m bent over it. He steps back, and I can imagine what I look like to him. I can feel the cold air against my thighs as my short skirt rises up. I’m sure he can see my panties and how wet they are. I shift my feet turning myself on just thinking about what he’s going to do with me.
I’m so distracted that I jump when his hand slides up my thigh, pushing my skirt up higher until it’s flipped up over my bottom. He leans over me, the heat of his body enveloping me in his steady comfort. “I think twenty will do, don’t you?”
I look over my shoulder at him with a confused expression. Twenty spanks are hardly anything at all, I get more than that just for funsies. My eyes widen when he twirls a paddle in my line of sight.
Oh shit.
I gulp knowing this is going to fucking hurt. Instinct tells me to say no, to beg him for less, but I know begging won’t work once Andre’s decided on something, he’s firm in his resolve to follow through. I also know that begging and arguing over the punishment's unfairness will end in more punishment. Usually in the form of orgasm denial. Which is why I stutter my agreement. “Y-yes… twenty…”
Andre kisses my cheek then his warmth is gone. He slowly peels my panties down until they are wrapped around my knees. My breaths become ragged as the anticipation grows. Of course Andre is the king of drawing things out. He knows that making me wait only makes the punishment that much more unsettling.
The first swat comes hot and hard. I’ve barely caught my breath from the first when the second falls on my other butt cheek. By the time the paddle falls for the fifth time, tears fill my eyes, and I’m barely holding back a sob. I hear the paddle whistle through the air, and I clench in anticipation, but the swat doesn’t come. Instead, Andre runs the paddle gently over my burning cheeks.
I slowly relax. Taking in every second of this respite. It doesn’t last though. The next five swats have me crying out, and my hands flying back to protect my sore bottom. Andre catches my hands in one of his and pins them to my lower back. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Being held down gives me something to grasp onto. Just feeling his warm hand locked around my wrists calms the rioting thoughts in my head. On the other hand, it means that I can’t squirm, not even an inch, leaving me even more vulnerable to the unrelenting paddling he’s giving me.
“You’re doing so good, angel. Only five more.”
I sniffle and nod, just wanting him to get it over with. I count the next two swats, knowing I’m almost there. I can do this. Then the paddle comes down on the back of one thigh and then the other. I can’t hold back the scream that bubbles up. My tears are falling in earnest now, and I’m blubbering how sorry I am and that I’ll never do it again.
“One more.” Andre almost sounds sympathetic but not quite.
The paddle crashes down directly between my legs, catching the sensitive lips of my pussy. I screech like a banshee.Holy mother of fuck!My whole backside is on fire. I whimper when he squeezes my ass with both hands.
“Watch your mouth. I’d hate to have to punish it too.”
Oh crap. I said that out loud? “Sorry, daddy,” I sob. “I’m so sorry.”
He leans over me again, and I hiss when his jeans abrade my thoroughly punished bottom. With a hand gently wrapped around my throat, he twists me to face him and takes my lips in a heated kiss. It doesn’t take long before I’m pressing back against the bulge in his pants, the pain of my spanking turning into something else entirely.
I whimper when he pulls away. “Daddy—” My words are cut off on a gasp when I feel his hot, wet tongue slip between my wet folds.
“Somebody liked her spanking a little too much,” Andre growls against me, causing me to shudder.
“I didn’t,” I whine. “It hurt, daddy.”
His tongue circles my clit then dips inside me. “I’m sure it hurt, but that didn’t stop this sweet little pussy from creaming for me.”