Page 45 of Keeping His Brat

A small part of her felt guilty about it. Sam might not know she was in trouble yet, but she did. Maybe it was wrong to ask for a good girl spanking, she didn’t really feel like she deserved one, but … the reward was specifically for today. That made it okay. At least that was what she told herself as she pushed the guilt down and tried to ignore it.

Tomorrow would be filled with regret but today she was going to enjoy herself. She sauntered over to the bottom drawer of the dresser. It was the deepest drawer, with the most space, and they needed it because it had gradually filled with various spanking and sensation tools.

Charlie bent at the waist and wiggled her ass, knowing he’d be watching. She dug through the accumulated pile and considered her choices. It was a tough decision.

He wanted a couple of nice ones and one that was mean. She knew what her favorites were for good girl spankings so that was easy enough. The meaner ones though… she wrinkled her nose as she thought about which one of those she’d bring him.

There had been a temptation to argue, but it wouldn’t have mattered. When Sam was in his harsh Daddy mode, he rarely changed his mind. He had more than a little bit of a sadist in him, and the more painful toy was like a treat for him. Besides, even a good girl spanking needed a little sting to balance it.

She returned to his side and held out the three implements she’d chosen. Her favorite was the stiff leather paddle with fur on one side. Because of the hard core it actually stung a decent amount, not like a cheap sex store leather paddle. The fur made it worth it though.

His eyebrow went up as he took them from her. Not because of the paddle which he set aside without comment, but because of her second pick. He held it up so the metal of the spoked wheel glinted in the light.

“We haven’t used this in a while,” was all he said.

The wartenberg wheel was pure sensation. The pinwheel had been invented to test nerve reaction as it was rolled across the skin, but kinky players had discovered other uses for it. There was nothing more intensely amazing then the little pricks of pain as the wheel moved across freshly spanked skin.

Charlie adored it. She’d been brought close to orgasm just from him running it up and down her hot red cheeks on occasion. It was almost too much at times, but she needed that kind of intensity tonight.

“It’s been too long and it’s one of my favorites. You didn’t say it had to be a spanking toy. Is it okay?”

“Sure darlin’. I love how you react to it. Your toes curl and you make this sound…” He chuckled and then held up the acrylic bath brush she’d chosen as the mean toy. “This one is a surprise. I thought you hated it?”

“I do, when you use it for punishment. It burns for ages! But it’s a good girl spanking so I figured you wouldn’t use it that much, right?” The last word rose in question. She hoped he got the hint.

He just laughed and neither confirmed nor denied. It left her squirming and doubting that choice. It wasn’t like there had been one he would accept that wouldn’t hurt though, and the bath brush packed a lot of sting, but she also knew he enjoyed using it. It was one of his favorites, probably because the clear acrylic let him see her ass getting red underneath.

And although she would never admit it, she did like a sting that lasted for a while afterward. She wanted to feel like she’d been spanked for as long as possible before it was all gone. With her pain tolerance and thick hide that was usually pretty fast.

Sam patted his thigh. “C’mon Charlie girl, lets see if I can make you squeal.”

She settled down over his lap easily, stretching out her long legs behind her and relaxing. The whole vibe was different from punishment. She felt sexy. Her ass wiggled, enticing him to start, and he rewarded her with a nice light slap.

The spanking began with a long series of slaps that barely stung. He peppered her rump, smacking with a light hand, at least at first. Just as she started to get frustrated with the slowness he began to put a little strength behind the spanks.

After that, every so often, there would be a sudden jump in intensity. A dozen slaps, maybe two dozen, and then suddenly he’d pop her with a zinger that made her take notice and then he’d continue at that level, like he’d turned up the dial.

Charlie loved it. She felt alive with excitement and the slowly building heat was never too much. A haze of pleasure descended, and she lost track of the world around them. It was just Sam and how her body felt. Time seemed to stretch out, both endless and somehow too short.

When his hand stopped falling and came to rest on one throbbing cheek, she realized that she’d been moaning and writhing across his lap for a while. She took a slow shuddering breath and let it out. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more.

“Please, don’t stop yet,” she said. Her voice was so soft she wasn’t even sure if he’d heard her at first.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” Sam laughed as his hand slid down and then dipped between her thighs. His fingers stroked lightly over the short curls that covered her sex. His turn to teaseher;he tickled and tormented but didn’t part the soaked folds to find her clit, the way she desperately wanted him to.

She whined and pleaded but was ignored untilhewas ready. “Not so fun being teased, is it?” There was wicked amusement in his tone.

She had to admit she’d started it. Sam was good at getting his own back and he’d only draw it out longer if she protested. She limited her reaction to a resigned sigh and instead worked on enticing him with her body’s movements. Her legs inched further apart. She lifted her ass and pushed back against his exploring hand.

It might have helped. Or Sam may simply have decided it was time to step it up a notch. Without warning he pressed between her folds, andfinallybegan to drag the tips of his fingers through the slippery juices to find her clit.

She expected him to pull back, to stop just before she came, but he didn’t. He brought her all the way to the edge and then shoved her over so quickly that the waves of pleasure radiating through her body were almost a shock.

A gasp escaped, maybe a long moan, and then his name burst from her lips like a curse. There was disappointment in the quick conclusion. She’d wanted, had expected, more. He hadn’t even used the toys she’d picked.

Charlie should have known better. Normally she wouldn’t have been fooled but her mind was drifting. Sam wasn’t done, and he’d meant it when he said he was just getting started. Before her clit even stopped pulsing, he was back to spanking again. The slaps were no harder than they had been when he’d stopped, but her skin was now a lot more sensitive.

It made a big difference. Instead of quickly sinking into a happy place of warmth and pleasure she was doing a lot of complaining. “Ouch! Daddy! Wait, that stings,” she said. She drew in a sharp breath, hissing between her teeth.

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