Page 10 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 6

Kenzi walked into the living room, the smell of the food temptingly delicious. But all her attention was on the chef, and she saw the exact moment he lifted his head and caught sight of her in the doorway. His eyes widened slightly, his nostrils flared out, and his gaze went smoky hot. It was clear she had surprised him, and Kenzi was glad she had made the effort.

The outfit she wore was one that would have otherwise brought back bad memories, because it was something she only wore for Barry. But today, she was not only glad she had, but was too focused on Damon’s reaction to it to care about the former memories attached to it. The pleated skirt she wore was so short; it just barely covered her ass. The white shirt tucked into it was tight and snug, molding itself to her body until there was nothing to hide. The first three buttons were left loose, and her breasts pushed out tantalizingly to reveal she was not wearing a bra. All of this was paired with black lace garter stockings.

“It would seem you are finally ready to learn something, Kenzi,” Damon said, sitting at the head of the table. And that was when she realized only one place had been set.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, with her head cast submissively down.

“Come here,” he commanded her. When she started to take the first step, he added, “On your knees.”

She immediately fell to her knees; the sudden movement making her skirt float up, briefly exposing her thong. She slowly crawled towards him on her knees, her eyes still on the floor.

“Look at me,” he commanded when she was halfway across the room, and she slowly lifted up her head. He was seated on the chair, one leg crossed over the other, his bearing regal and confident. The light in the room had been dimmed a bit, but Kenzi could still see him as perfectly as if he were standing in sunlight.

Finally, she was kneeling directly in front of him. For a few seconds, he said nothing, just looked into her eyes. Then he smiled slowly.

“I guess I should admit that I am really impressed by how much effort you put into making yourself look presentable for this meal.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, her voice soft.

“Truth is, I had been planning to punish you for all the childish and naughty stunts you pulled today. But now you’ve got me rethinking my decision.”

Multiple emotions crossed Kenzi’s face at that statement. Disappointment, relief, hope, arousal… clearly, being this close to him was affecting her ability to think straight.

“I’ve decided that you will still be punished. Just not as harshly as I originally planned.” He paused for a bit. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you will do anything I tell you to, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy, I will.”

“Good,” he said, smiling at her. And she found herself blushing under his gaze. “Want to hear what I want to do?”

She eagerly nodded her head, then saw his smile turn into a frown and realized her mistake. “Yes, Daddy,” she quickly corrected herself. “I want to hear what you want to do.”

He leaned in close to her, and began to tell her in a whisper. “I want to spank you so hard, your ass will turn that beautiful shade of red. Then I want to lick your pussy clean of all the juice I know will be running down your thigh by the time I’m done. Or maybe I will just make you go down on me instead. Allow you to take my cock in your mouth, ram myself down your throat until you are begging me to come into your mouth, so you can finally get a taste of me. I want to hear you beg and scream, plead with me to allow you to climax. All of this before I even get my cock into your pussy.”

Every word had her breath leaving her body in a whoosh, until she was moaning silently. Her thong was already soaked through, and her nipples could be seen peeking through the flimsy material of her shirt. Her mouth hung open in blatant invitation, and her eyes screamed out her submission to his wishes.

“But first, I will punish you,” he said, sitting back up and turning in his chair, so his legs were no longer under the table. “Get up.”

Kenzi did as he commanded, and she didn’t need to be told before she leaned over him and laid across his lap, supporting herself with one hand on the floor. He placed a hand under her and easily repositioned her until she was draped comfortably across his legs, proving this was not the first time he had done this. This thought caused another spurt of liquid heat to drip between her legs and she closed her eyes as she waited for her punishment.

“Nod your head if you can hear me,” he said, and she did.

“Good, now I’m going to spank you thirty times. And you are going to count them out for me. If you make any sound apart from that, I start over again. If you squirm too hard, I start again. A good girl knows enough to take her punishment quietly and learn from it. Nod if you heard everything I just said.”

Again, she nodded and then took a deep breath, as she waited for the first blow. Instead, she got nothing. For a few seconds, he did nothing. Just sat there with her on his lap. Then finally, she felt him lift her skirt up, and blushed as she pictured exactly what he would be looking at... her naked ass, since the strap of the thong would have disappeared into her butt crack. The faint breeze that fanned across her ass told her he would also be staring at the small bit of her pussy the thong could not cover, and not visible between her legs. Then she felt his hands on her ass, but instead of the spanking she was expecting, she felt him begin to massage her ass. He slowly kneaded the twin globes. Then his hand slipped in between her legs to brush against her sex.

Kenzi moaned low in her throat, her legs spasming behind her. Just as quickly as the touch came, it was gone again and he was back to rubbing her ass. She wanted to curse him, and then herself, for allowing him to use her like this. Then suddenly, he spanked her and she yelped in response.

“That does not count,” he said in an impassive voice. “I said no sound.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three blows in quick succession and Kenzi clamped her mouth shut.

“Those don’t count either,” he said again, this time a bit of humor in his voice. “You forgot to count.”

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