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“Sometime before bed, you’re going to bend over for another twenty-four with the belt, and then you’re going to suck me off until I blow my load down your throat. And if you spill any of it, I’ll put your face in it.”

And he would do it, too. She had no doubt about that. And then she would come harder than ever because that’s the sort of fucked up play she got off on. Which is why she was having a hard time grappling with the fact that Ripley also identified as a Daddy Dom.

He interrupted her thoughts with a gentle tug at her hair. “Time to decide, little girl. If you agree to your punishment, then get your pants and panties off and get over my knee.”

It wasn’t a hard choice. Ripley knew just how to threaten her and get her all worked up. There was no way she was saying no to this. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the button on her pants. This was not how she envisioned getting back together with him. But it was exactly what she wanted right now.

When her pants and lace thong were around her ankles, Ripley nodded at them. “Step out and hand me your panties, naughty girl.”

Good girl made her wet, but naughty girl made her needy as fuck. Something she’d never noticed about herself before.

With that realization fresh in her mind, she stepped out of her clothes and bent to hand him the green lace undergarment.

He held them up and smiled. “Did you expect to be over Daddy’s knee today, Olivia? Is that why you wore such pretty underwear?”

“No,” she said petulantly. “Not everything women wear is about men.”

He narrowed his eyes and tucked them into his pocket. “Watch your tone. I would hate to have to add more to your punishment. You’re already going to have a hard time sitting.”

He patted his lap, and she draped herself across him.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m not stopping unless you use a safeword. No matter how much you beg me to stop. If you need it to end, use your safeword. Otherwise, we’re going until I’m done, understood?”

“Understood,” she whispered, bracing herself for the first stinging smack of his palm.

It came about ten seconds later and was much harder than she was expecting.

“Fuck. Do you not remember what a warmup is?”

He spanked her harder and faster, with no break between the stinging slaps. “Naughty girls don’t get warm up spankings, Olivia. Maybe you’ll remember that for the future. If you want a spanking to get you off, you have to be good. Otherwise, all you’re going to be is very sore.”

And she was. Incredibly sore. Her hand flew back to protect herself, but he just captured her wrist with his left hand and kept right on spanking.

“Stop, I’m sorry. Please stop,” she begged.

“Oh, baby girl. You’re in for a long day. We’re just getting started.”

Chapter 9

RIPLEY’Shandstungashe slammed it into the fleshiest part of Olivia’s ass. It had only been a few minutes, but she was already his favorite shade of pink, and he could tell she was on the verge of tears.

It had been too long since he’d had a crying girl draped over his lap, begging for mercy.

Olivia was stubborn, though, and had only pleaded once for him to stop. It would take more than his hand to break her. And breaking her is exactly what he wanted to do.

“Are you going to put yourself in danger anymore?” He asked with one more hard slap to each cheek.

“No,” she whispered.

He peppered her already hot backside with a flurry of spanks. “Answer me the right way. I can stay here working on this bottom all day.”

“No, Daddy,” she said, louder this time.

“Good girl. Let’s move on to the hairbrush. Then you can go to your room and spend some time in the corner for a few minutes before your first taste of my belt. Take your spanking like a good girl and I’ll fuck your pussy and make you come. Fight me and I’m going to come in your ass, and you won’t come at all.”

He knew he was being a little heavy handed with the threats to not let her come. Especially since all he wanted was to feel her explode around his cock, but threats like his made Olivia even hornier, and even though his aim was to punish, he wanted her wet, too. She squirmed in his lap, and he picked up the heavy brush Peter had told him where to find. “I’ve missed this sexy ass,” he said, giving her a gentle tap with the brush.

“It hasn’t missed you,” she muttered.

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