Page 31 of Daddy's Little Librarian
“What?”
“I have to sing that at work, I don’t want to listen to it at home.”
“It’s a catchy song.” She kept humming it.
“You know, I never did give you that birthday spanking,” Kurt said aloud. “Do you suppose it’s too late?”
“It wasn’t really my birthday,” she said, chuckling. “You just looked so cute out there, singing and dancing and absolutely hating it.”
And then not only was she humming, but she was doing the Boson shuffle, sitting there in her chair with her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yo ho ho, we’re all happy, friendly mateys.”
She let out a laughing squeak when he abruptly pushed back his chair and even tried to dive for safety, but he caught the back of her pajamas anyway. Her squeak became a shriek as he lifted her out of her seat and dumped her without preamble across his waiting lap.
He really liked these pajamas. That Velcro bottom flap made everything so convenient, although it was something of a surprise to find she wasn’t wearing panties underneath it tonight.
She must have been a bit startled too. From the moment he ripped the Velcro tabs apart, baring her bottom to the dining room lights and his open palm, she stopped laughing. She also stopped struggling. Holding onto his leg with one hand and the chair he was sitting on with her other, she twisted back far enough to see him, and for him to see the soft pink blush she wore. The one that didn’t have anything to do with mortification because she was in trouble, but which had everything to do with being bent across his knee, with her bare ass on display and his open hand ready to deliver what in his head he knew was going to be anything but stern discipline.
“Are you having fun,” he asked, “pushing Daddy’s buttons like this?”
“No,” she squeaked, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. But he could see her timid smile hiding in the way she chewed her lip. She wasn’t at all scared of him, and he liked that.
“Are you going to keep driving me crazy?”
“I promise to try my level best not to?” she replied, her hesitant voice lilting into a question, which as far as he was concerned, was submissive code for: Please, by all means, spank me.
So Kurt did, but not like either time before. This wasn’t a punishment; he didn’t start off hard and only get harder. Instead, he started off soft, with swats that hardly qualified as such, with plenty of rubbing, squeezing and cupping the malleable flesh of her bottom with his hand in between.
She had a fantastic ass. Perfect for spanking. Round and wobbly when he smacked it, firm and soft when he caressed. And she liked it. She liked it so much, she relaxed across his lap and titled back her hips to offer up her bottom for more. The little sound she made in the back of her throat was the kind of sound he’d happily have ripped her clothes off to… followed by his own. But no, he wasn’t going to have sex with her, he told himself. That wasn’t what this was about.
This was about showing her the Daddy wasn’t always a hard-ass disciplinarian. It was about showing her, he had a sense of humor. That he knew how to play with her inner Little. Knew how to satisfy her, no matter what she was needing, when or even how often she needed it.
His slow spanks picked up both speed and force. His gentle, squeezing caresses came less often. He was giving her two—three—five brisk swats at a time now, before pausing to rub, and her hand against his legs became a fist, clinging to the soft, excess cloth of his sweats.
Don’t do it, he told himself.
But already his hand was moving, off the full summit of her softly blushing bottom and down into the valley between her legs where the cloth of her pajamas kept things hidden in shadow. At the first touch of his fingers caressing a request for access along the inner slopes of her thighs, she granted it, parting her legs for him without hesitation. She did let go of the chair though, and grabbed onto his sweatpants with both fists now. Her breathing was soft, but shaky, and when his fingers dipped into moisture gathering along the folds of her heated pussy, the sigh she exhaled could have doubled as a moan.
Smooth. She was absolutely smooth, the plump flesh of her outer lips as soft as the name he gave her as his fingers slipped between her folds in search of the pleasuring nub he very quickly found. “I think it’s time these pajamas come down, babygirl. What do you think?”
If she shook her head—if she hesitated in the slightest—he told himself, he would take that as a no and respect it. He wasn’t a man who forced, and he didn’t want to hurt her by taking advantage.
She didn’t hesitate and she definitely did not shake her head. Pushing up off his lap, she climbed to her feet with all the unsteadiness of a woman already sinking into the haze of arousal and, blushing furiously, she unzipped the front of her bunny pajamas. The only thing beneath was the soft paleness of her naked skin.
She unwrapped herself to him as if she were a present, or maybe he only thought that because watching her bare herself began to feel like Christmas morning. Shoulders first, as she shyly shrugged her arms out of her sleeves, then shimmying her pajamas down off her hips and then her legs, until finally she stepped out of them. And there she was. Lean and slender, with small, pert breasts, trim belly and hips, and an ass that could have stopped traffic. Librarian, hell. She could have been a movie star. So long as he was the only one who got to see her like this, she could be his movie star all day and all night long.
He patted his knee and she obediently lay herself back over his lap.
“Are you a Little who likes having your bottom spanked?” he asked, letting his hand wander the surface of each round buttock in turn. “No, ma’am,” he said, when she tensed and eventually, she made herself relax again.
“If I’m not in trouble.”
“You’re definitely not in trouble,” he promised, adjusting her so her bottom was positioned more prominently. He tapped the backs of her legs. “Open. Show Daddy what’s his.”
Her hands fisted against his leg and she tensed all over again, but after a moment, she also moved her feet apart, opening up her legs, and putting every secret inch of herself on blatant display.
The lips of her pussy shone wet under the recessed dining room lights. She was plump and pink with arousal, and he could just see the tip of her clit peeking out from beneath its hood as if every bit as shy for attention as Scotti was.
Every inch of her was about to get all the attention she ached for, but first…
