She makes her way onto the bed, and I watch with rapt fascination as she moves, her breasts hanging heavy as she lowers herself to the mattress, then folds her arms to rest her head on them as she turns her gaze towards me. Her ice-blue eyes blink innocently as she says, “Now what, Daddy?”
Oh, fuck me. I shouldn’t, but GoddamnI fucking love it when she says it. And it must show on my face because she damn near purrs in satisfaction. I move, going onto my knees and running a hand along her back, down to her creamy white ass, and then down her legs. “Now you get punished for disobeying me,” I answer, and without giving her even a moment to wonder what I mean, I lift my hand and bring it down on her right cheek, delivering the first spanking.
She jerks, a look of surprise on her face as her mouth opens and she makes a noise of protest.
My cock jerks with pleasure. I do it again, this time smacking the left side. And she wiggles, pressing her thighs together like she’s trying to relive some pressure.
Perfect. I knew my little brat would like this. I deliver two more spanks, one for each side, watching the way her pale flesh reddens with my handprints. Groaning with the effort of not bending her over to fuck her immediately, I lean down and put my mouth next to her ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She shivers, then nods. “Yes,” she whispers tentatively.
“Nothing to be ashamed about,” I murmur, rising back up and soothing the spots I’ve marked. I deliver another round, her answering moans music to my ears, then push my hand between her legs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She whines. “Anthony, please.”
With a growl, I demand, “Pleasewhat?”
“Please…anything,” she answers, wiggling her ass.
I smack it. “Stop moving.”
She stills. “Please, Daddy.”
I push my hand back between her legs, reveling in her wetness. Sliding a finger between her swollen folds, I tease her entrance, giving her just a little. Her legs tense in response, and I stop. She relaxes.
“You’re learning,” I praise. “Good girl.”
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Why is that so hot?”
I reward her with my finger, and she moans again.
“Can I have another?” she asks.
“Another what?”
“Spanking.” She’s not quiet about it this time.
My dick leaks at the request. I thought for sure she meant another finger, but this sweet innocent girl wants another spanking?
I pull my finger out of her pussy and present it to her. “Suck.”
She opens her mouth without complaint, and when her soft mouth wraps around my finger, I nearly come right then and there. I don’t miss the smirk on her lips as she licks me clean, either. She releases my finger with a pop as I slide it out of her mouth, and I move swiftly to give her exactly what she—and I—are desperate for.
Smack.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she breathes, her hands balled into fists on the mattress. “Again.”
“Seems someone likes herself a little pain to go with the pleasure I’m about to give.” I bring my hand down on the other side, watching with satisfaction as the skin continues to redden, then soothing it with slow circles.
“Again.”
“No,” I respond. “You aren’t the one in charge here, Darcy.” I grab her by the hip and yank, rolling her onto her back, her tits wiggling.
She looks up at me, her eyes bright. “What are you going to do to me?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I pull her leg up and around to bracket my hips, then yank her to me. Her chest heaves. “Yes, please.”
Still without speaking, I grab a pillow and put it beneath her hips, then lean over her. “Ready to be fucked, Little Girl?”