Page 73 of Biker's Babygirl

Ginny

“Ooh, stop it!” I beg as Duke’s hand warms my bare bottom. I’m currently draped over his exam table, naked from the waist down.

“Who gives the orders here?” His voice is brusque and his hand lands again on my squirming cheeks.

“You!” I screech as the imprint of his hand sizzles across my skin. “You do, Daddy!”

His hands smacks against my butt again, hard and punishing. “Who?”

“You do!” I yell it without any concern of who might hear.

“What does it mean to be your Daddy?”

I freeze, my brain trying to ignore the pain in my bottom long enough to answer. But I’m not quick enough and get another hard spank, this time directly on my thigh. “Ouch! Please stop, Daddy, please!”

“What does it mean to be your Daddy?” he asks again, ignoring my please.

My thigh is stinging, but I force myself to think. “It means… it means you make the rules?”

Another smack lands, this time on the other thigh. “Are you asking me?”

“No! I’m not asking! You make the rules, Daddy!”

“Exactly. Reach behind you and hold your bottom for me, babygirl.”

Knowing hesitation will lead to more stinging spanks, even though I’m bewildered by the order, I do what he asks.

“Good girl. Feel how hot it is. Go ahead, feel.”

My hand slides up my cheek and I shiver. Only a Daddy like Duke could punish and excite me at the same time.

“Is it hot enough, babygirl?”

I’m about to answeryeswhen I realize what he wants. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s up to you, Daddy.”

“That’s exactly right, baby. It’s up tome. Now, spread your cheeks.”

More puzzled still, and more than a little humiliated to be debased in this way, still I obey.

“Good girl.” His voice is rough and warm at the same time and I can feel my pussy clench. “That’s a pretty little hole.”

I press my legs closed together to hide the smell of my growing arousal.

My thigh is punished with another stinging smack that makes me yelp.

“Don’t you dare let go,” he warns. “Now, when someone pays you a compliment, what do you say, babygirl?”

I groan, both humiliated and turned on, and not sure which to go with.

“I said you have a pretty asshole, babygirl.” His finger brushes against it, making me whimper despite myself. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” His finger presses rightly against my back entrance and I feel it all the way down to my toes. “I think you need an exam.”

I turn my head to look back at him. “No, Daddy, not?—”

He gives me a look so full of warning that I stop mid-protest.

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