Page 46 of Keeping His Brat

“Mhm. I know.” And he continued to spank just the way he had been.

There was a lot of squirming and kicking until she adjusted to the new level of sting, but at least he seemed content to keep it there, and she slowly relaxed into it. Her skin was fiery and tender, but the heat began to sink in until it started to feel good again.

Sam seemed to know when she began to float, and he stopped as soon as she got there. But this time he shifted under her as he stretched, reaching for something. She remembered the three things she had picked and tensed with a nervous fear that he was picking up the bath brush.

The snap of hard plastic across her rump made her yelp and rock forward with her hands flung out in front of her. “Sam!” Another hard swat landed and both legs kicked up.

“Uh-uh, put those feet down. And unless you want a lot more of this it better be ‘Daddy’ coming out of your mouth right now.”

It clicked instantly that the bath brush was for bad behavior. Though the scene wasn’t punishment, and that was the only time when calling him Daddy was usually required. The rest of the time it was her choice to call him whatever she wanted to, but it seemed like a really bad idea to argue that point while she was over his knee.

Sam had apparently decided she needed him to be stern today. He wasn’t wrong. “Daddy! ImeantDaddy!” The words rushed from her to stave off the bath brush.

“That’s better, darlin’.” When his arm swung again, she tensed.

But it was the fur side of the paddle that landed with a soft whoomphing noise. He had swapped them without her noticing. The fur instantly soothed the biting sting and her body slumped as all the stiffness in her frame vanished.

He gave her a short series of spanks with that side. It was nice, like a powderpuff, but she began to get bored with it quickly. Almost hyper aware of her reactions, Sam began to alternate the leather and the fur. She liked that a lot better. The sudden prickling burn, immediately followed by the emphatic fluffy patting was the perfect contrast.

It had her rocking forward away from the pain, and then back for the fur to soothe her enflamed skin. All of it combined to cause things to tighten deep in her core. She could feel the rising need that centered between her thighs where her clit had begun to throb again.

Her tolerance for pain was higher with the buffer of arousal and Sam began to land the occasional burning swat with the bath brush. Each one got a reaction, but they were milder than they had been. She found herself craving that sharper pain, lifting her ass to accept the sudden flash of fire. Every time it came down it left an oval shaped patch of prickling agony.

And just for a few seconds it would be too much. Then the heat would spread out and sink down below the surface. If he’d continued that for too long it would have stopped adding to the arousal and left her with only pain. Instead, he took her right to that edge and then backed off each time.

She loved every second of it.

Sam’s hand pushed between her thighs, thrusting two fingers inside of her without warning. The slippery juices of her excitement eased the way, and they slid in easily. The surprise pleasure wrenched a cry from her as she rocked back to take them deeper.

His other hand, the one he didn’t usually spank with, now held the leather paddle. He returned to alternating sensations while he stroked her insides each time he drove his fingers into her. The paddle smacked down to reward her when she lifted her ass to ease his way.

Charlie thought, in one of the rare moments when she could process, that it was a perfect homecoming. She would never get tired of what he was doing to her, to her mind and body. She wanted it to continue forever.

This time when the orgasm came it was a long slow build. The waves of bliss rolled her over with gentle pulses that were so different from the earlier powerful fireworks. It wasn’t disappointing because no climax was a bad one, as far as she was concerned, but it was a little underwhelming.

Except that he didn’t stop. She tightened around his fingers to hold him inside while she rocked her hips and tried to extend the pleasure as long as possible. But he made no attempt to pull them free, just held them still while she worked her muscles.

He began to spank again, mostly using the leather side of the paddle. The second orgasm had increased her sensitivity another notch, but this time when she began to squirm and wiggle his fingers were still inside of her. That somehow made it all good and a whole series of small orgasms were triggered one after another.

Charlie was dimly aware that she was humping his hand shamelessly as he paddled her. She didn’t care. She was beyond embarrassment. There were tears in her eyes from the sting, but the next climax was always just on the horizon.

And then he picked up the pinwheel.

She thought she loved that toy. She thought it was one of her favorites. Charlie had no idea how downright cruel and amazing it could be when she was completely overwhelmed with sensations.

“No, no, Daddy it’s too much,” she blurted out as he rolled the silver wheel across her throbbing backside. The little spikes pricked along her skin making her twitch. She thought she would lose her mind over how good it felt.

“But this is your favorite and you picked it, Charlie girl. We can’t skip it. That wouldn’t be fair.” His voice was husky and low. It was clear he was enjoying the hell out of the scene. That did nothing to hide the sadistic amusement that lurked in his tone.

“No-no, changed my mind. It’s too—” Her words cut off with a snap as he began to wheel it across the center of her cheeks. It was so intense that her whole body stiffened as she came again. She spit out a wordless cry of desperation wanting him to stop and yet wanting more at the same time.

“Still want me to stop?” He teased the tracks along the seam of her ass. He still had two fingers inside of her and was lazily working them in and out.

“Yes—maybe! I… no, don’t stop.” Her mind was all over the place.

The wheel went almost everywhere his hand had gone, leaving little trails of tickling sting as it went. Down the back of each leg, up her inner thighs. It even teased along the outside of her swollen pussy lips while she shuddered and moaned.

When she was completely empty, boneless and limp with exhaustion he finally stopped. She had nothing else in her. No thoughts. No words. Nothing but little mewling whimpers.

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