Page 15 of Strict Daddy

Another blow, harder than the first. "Two!" Tears pricked my eyes, but beneath the sting, a warmth kindled deep in my core.

As Byron's firm hand rhythmically struck my bare bottom, a crescendo of sensations consumed me. Each stinging slap sent electric shockwaves coursing through my body, igniting a burning desire deep within my core. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as I surrendered to the intoxicating mix of sensations, my arousal building with every punishing smack.

Whimpers escaped my lips, transforming into soft moans of ecstasy as I melted into Byron's unyielding dominance. His powerful thighs flexed beneath me with each swing of his arm, reminding me of the raw strength he possessed. Being draped over his lap, completely vulnerable and exposed, only heightened my craving for his touch.

“Six!” I barely managed to say.

As the spanking intensified, so did the throbbing ache between my legs. My body trembled, overwhelmed by the incessant stimulation. I could feel the heat radiating from my reddened cheeks, a physical manifestation of the fiery passion consuming me. Skin tingling and nerve endings ablaze, I teetered on the precipice of an earth-shattering release.

With one final, resounding slap, an explosive orgasm tore through me. Waves of pure bliss crashed over my body as I cried out in ecstasy, my fingers digging into the firm muscles of Byron's thigh. I shuddered and convulsed, completely lost in the throes of pleasure, surrendering myself entirely to the intense sensations wracking my being.

"Ten," I choked out, my voice ragged.

Byron's hand stilled, resting possessively on my throbbing backside. "Good girl," he murmured, his praise washing over me like a balm.

As the aftershocks gradually subsided, I found myself pressed against Byron's sculpted chest, our bodies molded together perfectly. His strong arms encircled me, holding me close as I caught my breath. The heat of his skin seeped into mine, our heartbeats synchronizing in the intimate embrace.

"That's my good girl," Byron murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You took your punishment so beautifully."

His deep, rumbling voice sent shivers down my spine. I tilted my head back, meeting his smoldering gaze. The intensity in his blue eyes held me captive, conveying a depth of desire thatthreatened to consume me whole. Our faces were mere inches apart, the tension between us palpable and electric.

I could feel the hard planes of his body against my soft curves, the evidence of his own arousal pressing insistently against my hip. The air around us crackled with unspoken want, the magnetic pull drawing us closer together. His fingers traced along the curve of my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Byron," I breathed, my lips parting in anticipation. The yearning to taste him, to feel his mouth on mine, was overwhelming.

This was too much.

I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts amid the haze of desire. "Why didn't you contact me for the past few days?" I asked softly, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability.

Byron's grip on me loosened slightly as he leaned back to look at me. "I've been busy," he replied, his tone even and controlled.

A flicker of doubt crept into my mind. Despite his words, something about his demeanor felt distant, guarded. "I feel like you want me, Byron," I whispered, my gaze searching his. "But you're too afraid to give in. You're too disciplined."

His jaw clenched, a flash of something unreadable crossing his features. In one swift motion, he had me over his lap again, his hand coming down firmly on my already sensitive backside. I gasped, the sting of the spanking reigniting the fire within me.

"That's for questioning me," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I know what's best for you, Poppy. Don't forget that."

I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, the evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore. Each smack of his hand sent jolts of pleasure-pain through my body, stoking the flames of my own desire.

As the spanking continued, I found myself slipping deeper into a state of submission, my mind focusing solely on the sensations Byron was inflicting upon me. The world outside the gym faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in this intimate dance of dominance and surrender.

When he finally stopped, I was panting heavily, my skin flushed and tingling. Byron's hand smoothed over my heated flesh, his touch gentler now. "You took that so well, baby girl," he praised, helping me to my feet.

I stood before him, my legs slightly shaky, but a newfound determination burned within me. I wanted to prove myself to him, to show him that I was willing to push through my exhaustion and give him everything I had.

"I'm ready to continue, Byron," I said, my voice steady despite the lingering ache in my body. "I want to keep going, to show you what I'm capable of."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "That's my girl," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "Let's see what you can do."

"I want to try something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"I want to use the rowing machine... but with a twist," I trailed off, blushing furiously.

A slow smirk spread across his face, and my core tightened in response. "I'm intrigued. What did you have in mind, little one?"

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chat. "I want you to stand at the end of the machine... and I'll... I'll start rowing towards you."

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