Page 11 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Smack! Smack! Smack….!!! The blows began to come again, and this time she remembered to count with him. They were not particularly painful, so she had no problem following him. Damon chuckled behind her, and she knew he was loving this. After the tenth smack, he stopped and slowly began to rub a gentle hand over the sensitive area where he had spanked her. The contrast between his previously harsh blows and now gentle hand had her emotions all over the place.

She began to relax slowly at his touch, and just as soon as she had completely let go, he spanked her again. Harder this time, and she remembered just barely in time to say, “Eleven,” and stopped herself from yelling in pain.

Smack! Smack! Smack…! He alternated his hits between both ass cheeks, going back and forth until her ass was covered with crimson-colored imprints of his palm. Sometimes he would hit the same spot twice, each blow harder than the previous, until she was gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying. Even as each blow sent an arrow of sensation aimed straight between her legs.

Finally, she counted the last smack, and tensed as she expected him to continue spanking her. But true to his word, he stopped at thirty and didn’t hit her again. Instead, she felt him use one hand to shift her thong to the side. Then his finger was driving through her slit, gathering the juice that soaked her pussy. Kenzi forgot about his rules and moaned loudly, bucking on his laps and grinding her thighs against his hand. Just a little more, and she could finally come. Hell, if he shifted his fingers up a few inches, then one stroke was all she would need to orgasm.

He slid his finger through her slit, and she began to pant. Only to yell in frustration when he extricated his fingers from her dripping cunt and pushed her off his leg. He smiled at her, and then slowly licked the finger that had just come out of her pussy. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. It was also the most pleasant torture she had ever faced.

“Back on your knees,” he commanded her, and she complied immediately. He nodded his head, then picked his plate and began to serve himself from the bowl in the middle of the table. The aroma of the food reminded her that the hunger between her legs was not the only one she had to worry about. When he was done serving his food, he picked up the fork on the table and looked at her.

“I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind about eating dinner, have you?”

“Yes, Daddy, I have.”

“Well, too bad. Because I did not think you wanted to eat, I did not set a place for you.”

Kenzi’s face fell, and she wondered how someone could be so cruel. It would seem like he was not even willing to satisfy her in any regards tonight. She watched as he began to eat, heaping a forkful of lasagna into his mouth, then teasing her as he slowly ate.

“Unless,” he finally said, after about three bites. “You don’t mind sharing my plate.”

“No, Daddy, I don’t mind,” she said.

“In which case, you will have to work for it. It’s quite simple actually. I ask you a question, and if I feel you’ve answered it satisfactorily, you get a bite.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, kneeling up.

“Your last job, why did you get fired?”

The question was far from what she was expecting, and she was a bit slow in responding. He didn’t try to rush her though, just picked up his fork and resumed eating.

“Uhmm, I broke up with my boyfriend and had a mini-breakdown, sort of. So, I started showing up for work late, missing client orders and that sort of thing. They let me go after I screamed at a woman who reminded me for the fifth time that I had not delivered her drink. I guess the breakup wrecked me more severely than I thought it did.”

The answer she gave was honestly simple, but it was the first time she had

admit to someone how miserable she had been after Barry broke up with her. Not even with herself had she been this brutally honest. And even though the ease with which she confessed this to Damon scared her, she felt relieved at having gotten it off her chest.

He was quiet for a bit, and she found herself scared to look at his face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. When she finally did, she didn’t see the judgmental look she was expecting.

“You are stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he simply said, then lifted the fork from the plate as he fed her. After that, he began to ask her more mundane questions, most of them just so he could make her smile. And he did make her smile, on multiple occasions. Like the time he asked who her favorite Spice Girl was, then feigned shock when she said she did not know. She smiled again when he asked her to sing the chorus of her favorite song, and laughed as she belted out the lyrics to Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody’. Soon enough, the plate was almost empty, and Kenzi was full. She suddenly realized this was the first time she had laughed in weeks, and the first time she could remember really enjoying herself for far longer than that. Not even Barry had made her as happy as this. But then, their relationship was not built on fun, but on something more physical. And it was all because of the man she was kneeling in front of. He had made her angry, and then spanked her, and now he was making her laugh, even while he took care of her. And yes, that was the only way she could see it. He was taking care of her. Driving her home from work when her car broke down, offering her his auto service, and now feeding her. He used a napkin to dab at a corner of her lips. The action so sweet, she got wet so fast. Her lashes lowered and she stared at him under a gaze that had gone smoky with lust.

“The outfit,” he finally asked. “What do you use it for?”

“To play games.” She answered him with voice that had gone thick, as the hunger between her legs started to pound. “With my former boyfriend.”

“And what kind of games are you talking about?”

“The kind where he tied me up and punished me. Before fucking my brains out,” she added, looking to see if the last part would get a rise out of him. It didn’t. He just smiled as he handed her a glass of water.

“And how did he punish you? This boyfriend of yours?”

“Any way he wanted to. He spanked me, caned me, whipped me... anything he wanted to do to me he did, and I let him. ”

She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he was breathing just a bit faster than he was before.

“Of course you did,” he finally replied. Then pushed the plate away from himself. “Strip,” he commanded her, using his hand to tell her to get on her feet. She pushed herself from the floor and stood on her feet, hooking one hand on the waistband of her skirt and slowly peeling it down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her as she straightened her body. And when she would have reached to unbutton her shirt, she suddenly found herself being pushed to the wall as he ripped off the shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. She barely had the time to form one single thought before his hands were on her breast. Finally, her nipples got the friction they had been begging for all day. His thumbs on the two aching point were rough and harsh. Her pussy got even wetter with every tug. And when he lowered his head and drew one of them into his mouth, Kenzi could not help her sharp cry of pleasure. She lifted one hand and slipped it into his hair, anchoring herself as she felt a barrage of sensation traveling from his mouth, through her nipples and centering between her legs. His teeth grazed a nipple, and then he bit hard on it, before sucking it in again. The onslaught of sensation had her rubbing her legs together, trying to gather enough friction between them to tip her over the edge. His teeth pulling harshly at her nipples was punishment enough, and she stopped.

Then as if to make sure, he placed one hand between her legs and pushed them apart. His palms closed over the thong covering her pussy. As he lifted his head and stared into her eyes, his two hands slipped behind her to pull her flush against him. His cock pushed into her stomach, and Kenzi wanted to wrap her hands, mouth or pussy around it. He rocked into her, making her feel the full imprint of the turgid organ.

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