Page 55 of Daddy's Claim
As much as I hated her cries of pain, there was no denying my body’s response to the sight of her bottom growing darker and redder with each blistering swat from the brush. And the wiggling she was doing wasn’t helping much, either. Every movement had her naked form pressing against my aching cock, and I couldn’t wait for the final part of her punishment.
Cutting things short wouldn’t give her the release she needed though, so I forced myself to follow through to the bitter end. To keep paddling her until she collapsed over my knee, sobbing out incoherent apologies, and there was no doubt from the state of her ass this would be a punishment she would remember.
“It’s all done, baby. You took your spanking so well. I’m so proud of you, princess.”
“R-r-really?”
“Yes, baby.”
Lifting her up, I cradled her against my chest, carefully avoiding letting her punished bottom press too firmly against my thighs.
“I’m sorry I was so n-naughty,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms more tightly around my neck.
“I know, baby. It’s all forgiven. My good girl.”
I held her there until her tears calmed again and she relaxed against me with what sounded like a contented sigh. “Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”
“I’m ready for, um. I’m ready for the rest of my punishment, now.”
Nora
“Are you sure, princess? It can wait until later.”
“Don’t wanna wait.” Forcing my head up, I gave him my best wide-eyed, pleading stare. “Please, Daddy?”
“All right. Bend over the bed.”
Heart pounding, I stood, wincing at the tightness of the skin on my ass. No doubt I’d be feeling this punishment for a long, long time. But since the pressure in my chest had already vanished, I couldn’t deny it had been worth every second I’d spent over my husband’s knee.
Not that I would ever tellhimthat.
Once I was in position, my legs spread wide and my ass high in the air, he stood behind me and I was reminded once again how much larger he was than me. How much largerallof him was.
Fuck, this was going to hurt.
There was a tugging sensation and I realized he was removing the plug. I might have forgotten I’d had it in if I hadn’t been reminded every single time I clenched my ass in response to a particularly hard swat from my husband’s hand or that damn hairbrush.
Oddly enough, I almost missed the sensation of having something filling my bottom. Right up until I felt the thick head of my husband’s cock pressing against my entrance.
“Relax, baby. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The truth of my answer rang in my ears, and I immediately felt my muscles loosen in response. “I trust you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
It was too bad trusting him didn’t mean it was painless. Despite being stretched by his fingers and then the plug, it still seemed like his cock might split me in two as he pushed inch by inch inside of me.
“Daddy, it hurts.”
To my surprise, he paused, giving me a few long moments to adjust before thrusting forward again. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. And you feel so good on Daddy’s cock.”
It wasn’t until he was settled fully inside of me that I realized I wasn’t just tolerating this painful, humiliating punishment.
I was enjoying every second of it.
My pussy throbbed with every small thrust of his cock in my bottom and every bite of pain just had my clit aching for more. Then there was the constant stream of murmured praise, telling me what a good girl I was, how proud he was of me. All of it combined was almost more than I could bear.