Page 46 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Settle down or we’ll begin again,” Stone said, his stroke almost completely covering the entirety of her right butt cheek. Adding a matching stroke to her left, he said, “Keep that naughty bottom still for Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir, Dad… Daddy” she managed, a slight hitch in her voice as the heat of the strokes sank into her quickly reddening flanks.
Chapter Three
Stone
Stone knew his Little girl, knew just how much she thought she could take and always proved her wrong. He’d take her to that line and beyond, the swats raining down as steady as the ticking of a metronome until her yips and yelps became louder, the mewls and “Oh, please, Daddy,” coming more often.
“I’ll be a good girl!” she wailed as his hand dropped and shifted to strike upwards, lifting each fleshy mound as the stroke landed on the virgin skin of her sit spot. “Daddy! Stop! That’s enough. I don’t want any more spanks!” Micah begged as he balanced the strokes by moving his hand to her other cheek.
“Stop isn’t your safeword, is it, Micah?”
“No, Sir.”
The fact she didn’t expand on her answer or come back with her chosen safeword of “Asparagus” told him she was fine. In a bit of discomfort, but nowhere near a point where he needed to be concerned.
“Little girls don’t get to decide how many they want. That’s a Daddy’s job, now isn’t it?”
The question was obviously rhetorical and required no answer, yet he was pleased to hear her response.
“Yes, Sir, but it hurts, Daddy!”
“It would be rather useless if it didn’t,” Stone said. “Let’s get these thighs colored to match and then this little bottom nicely fucked, shall we?”
Again, rhetorical, but once again, she managed to say, “Oh, Daddy.”
Not exactly an affirmation, but he knew his Little girl had mixed feelings about anal sex. He understood her reluctance, and yet also knew that once the process began, she’d become far more enthusiastic about the deed. But first, he had a thorough spanking to deliver.
It took another two dozen strokes to get the pretty shade of red he desired to appear on the very sensitive flesh of her thighs. Though he could hear her sobs and twice had to reach out and pull her back after she’d tried to claw her way across the bed, he could see her kitty’s tears sliding down the inside of her recently reddened thighs. She was not only punished, his little girl was properly primed.
He ran his palm over the flesh he’d heated, admiring the warmth of her skin as well as the mottled color. “That’s my girl. I believe you’ll think twice about fibbing the next time, don’t you?”
“Ye-yes, Sir,” she managed, hiccupping between the words.
“Up and on your knees.”
Micah instantly obeyed, not seeming aware of the fact he was prepared to catch her if she stumbled, his hand hovering only an inch away from her as she climbed off the bed, turned to face him and then slowly, but gracefully dropped to her knees.
As he unzipped his jeans and pulled his aching cock free, her hands instantly slid behind her back, her body ramrod straight as she tilted her head up. As her gaze met his, he could see the shimmer of tears, making the lilac of her eyes appear darker, more like amethysts than lavender. But it was the sight of the tip of her tongue flicking out to run across her lips that had his cock jerking as he slid a fist around its base.
“You are so beautiful,” he proclaimed, sliding his free hand into the mass of curls at the back of her head. Splaying his fingers, he palmed her skull, ready to guide her forward. “Open that sweet mouth.”
Once her lips had parted enough, he pulled her forward and slid the head of his cock into her mouth. His eyes closed briefly at the sheer heaven of being inside, her tongue sliding over his cock, flicking at the slit at the tip, licking the drops of precum that had begun leaking the moment he’d walked into their room and seen her in all her naked glory.
“That’s right. Get Daddy’s cock nice and wet because we both know where it will be going, don’t we?”
With her mouth full of hot, hard flesh, Micah could only nod and hum, the vibrations of doing so testing Stone’s ability to endure the urge to come down her throat.
“Suck me,” he demanded, his voice gruff as he widened his stance, his gaze locked on the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing between her pursed lips. It was a vision he’d never grow tired of. His hips began to thrust as he pushed forward, feeding her more of his length until she gagged, her body automatically protesting the presence of such a large object invading her throat. “Don’t stop sucking or we’ll have another round of spanking to attend to.”
A short shake of her head and her lips tightening around his shaft let him know she’d heard and understood him. He could feel each shuddering exhale of breath from her nose as she adjusted her breathing in an effort to obey his order.
Stone was quickly reaching the point of no return. If he stayed inside the sweet cavern of her mouth much longer, he’d shoot his load down her throat and that wasn’t the place he’d told her he’d be filling. With a groan of his own, he fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled. Her lips loosened instantly at the signal and when he began to withdraw, she allowed her tongue to slide along the underside of his cock until it finally popped free.
“Good girl, you got Daddy’s cock all wet,” he announced. He smiled at the flush that instantly burned across her face as she observed the truth of his words. Saliva not only coated his cock’s surface, a long string of it hung from the tip. She stared until he issued his next command.
“Back up on the bed on your hands and knees. Titties down and that pretty red ass up.”
