Page 56 of Butterfly

He smacked my left ass cheek that time—even harder.

“One,” I grumbled.

He smacked me a third time. “One, who?”

Oh,god.The realization that that was what he wanted from me made the heat from his spanks slide down between my cheeks and around to my clit.

“One, Daddy,” I said, my voice breathy.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice warm and soothing in its praise. “That’s exactly what you call me, because I’m taking care of my girl right now, aren’t I? Punishing her, so she knows how to behave better—and take better care of herself, too.”

With that, he smacked my ass again.

“Two,” I squeaked.

Smack.

Smack.

Slap.

“Three, Daddy.”

“Four, Daddy.”

“Five, Daddy.”

The spanking continued, the heat and pain growing, morphing. I didn’t know how many times he was going to spank me. He hadn’t told me. I did know that I was getting so wet from it, I was worried I’d drip all over his comforter or floor. And I was so turned on, I might come from this alone. An orgasm loomed in the distance, like a far off wave from shore.

He paused, sliding his hand between my thighs and brushing his fingers over my pussy.

“Oh, you good girl, you like this, don’t you? Taste how wet you are.” He lifted his fingers away from me, and then they were painting my own wetness on my lips and forcing their way into my mouth. I almost choked on them, and on my own taste—salty and sweet and unfamiliar. My whole body went red with embarrassment….and desire.

The wave rolled closer.

He pulled his fingers away. Then:

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

These were delivered to the underside of my ass.

“Six. Seven. Eight, Daddy.”

The wave grew closer still. I was so close. All I had to do was tip my hips forward and rub my pussy against the bed and I would come. I would?—

His hands on my hips stilled me. “You get to come when I say so, butterfly. For now, take your punishment.”

“But how much more?!” I cried. “I don’t think I can hold off.”

“You can. You will. Just two more and you’re done with your punishment.”

Smack. Nine. On the inside of my thigh. The orgasm loomed over me.

“Butterfly?”

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