Page 36 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Tell me you liked it,” he ordered, his fingers slipping over my clit a bit more firmly than before.

“No,” I hissed.

His other hand came down and squeezed my ass cheek, reminding me of the stinging punishment he’d already laid down, and the burning ache that still lingered, along with the threat that he could start it anew and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

I didn’t answer.

I wouldn’t.

He laughed. “Stubborn little girl. Maybe I should spank your soaking wet cunt, too.”

“You wouldn’t,” I said shakily, but it came out as more of a dare than anything else. Again, I tried to bring my legs together and he kicked them apart.

“Oh, I would,” he said, and when he slipped a finger into me, I couldn’t bite back the moan in time. “You’ve earned it, haven’t you?”

“That’s not fair,” I replied, the words coming out a bit strangled as he pumped his finger in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

“What’s not fair,” he countered, “is a pretty little girl getting spanked and liking it so much.”

He pushed another finger into me, his other hand between my shoulders, holding me down, and I groaned, my hips arching toward him without permission.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his hand on my back pressing down hard. “Say it, or you’ll be begging me to stop before I’m done.”

I wanted to say something clever. I wanted to be coy. I wanted to be smart and sexy and a tease, the kind of girl who got what she wanted because everyone around her knew they couldn’t have her.

I couldn’t. Not now. Not with him.

So I did the only thing that I could. I denied it.

“No,” I gasped, trying not to move my hips and ride his fingers, and really trying not to clench my pussy around his thick digits.

“Bad girl,” he growled.

And then his fingers were gone.

I barely had time to process the emptiness before his hand came up between my thighs and smacked my pussy. My shocked intake of breath echoed throughout the room and my legs buckled. The pain was immediate, shocking, and so much more intense than the spanking I just received on my ass. It burned and stung and sent a hot flash of pleasure right through me.

God help me, I was so wet.

I could hearit when he smacked between my legs, so he could, too. Fuck. I felt more humiliated in this moment than I’d ever imagined possible. Little did I know.

“No,” I whispered.

“You want to lie to me, little girl?” he asked, and his tone was dark and dangerous and so, so close.

“I hate you?—”

His hand came up between my legs once more, punishing my pussy with the flat of his fingers. Once. Twice. Three times until my knees were buckling, and I was leaning on the counter trying to stay upright.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

My eyes flew open, a whimper escaped me, and my legs trembled. My pussy was on fire, my clit was throbbing, and every inch of my body was blazing with sensation.

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