Page 68 of Punish Me, Daddy

I didn’t get the chance to answer because suddenly, I wasn’t in his lap anymore. He toppled me over like I weighed nothing at all, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over his lap.

“Wait!” I yelped in panic.

“Too late, naughty girl.”

The dress rode up easily, the silk sliding over my skin like water, pooling around my waist. I was bare again, ass in the air, thighs spread across his lap, still humming from the orgasm he had just wrung out of me.

And now I waswaymore sensitive.

I twisted once, squirming, but his hand was already splayed across my lower back, pinning me down.

“Nikolai—”

The first slap made me scream—not loud, just shocked—because my whole body lit up again, white-hot fire across skin that wasalready tender. The sting bloomed instantly, twice as intense as before, and my legs kicked involuntarily, even though I knew better.

“Oh, myGod?—!”

Another slap. Harder.

I whimpered, but he didn’t stop. He spanked me with a slow, punishing rhythm, every strike placed exactly where it hurt the most. My hips jerked, my thighs trembled, and my clit pulsed with every shock of pain like I was being rewired from the inside out.

And worse?

I couldn’t stop moaning.

Every slap had me gasping, twitching, fighting, and melting at the same time. It was too much.Too good.

“Sensitive now, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“Y-yes,” I cried out, breath catching on the edge of another moan I couldn’t hold in.

He leaned over me, his mouth close to my ear.

“Then maybe you’ll learn that sassy little girls get their bare asses spanked much harder than they’d like.”

His hand landed again.

And then again.

And again.

I jerked with every strike, squirming, trying to brace myself on the edge of the chair, but it was no use. I was trapped across hislap, my body on fire, every inch of me screaming with sensation, painful, hot, humiliating.

And worse?

I knew I deserved it.

“Keep wiggling like that and I’ll start over,” he growled, his palm smacking down across my already sore cheek, sending another bolt of heat through me.

I yelped. “Daddy, please!”

Another slap.

My legs kicked, useless and frantic, but he just tightened his grip on my waist.

The spanking wasbrutal. I felt the first tear prick at the corner of my eye, the heat and the humiliation twisting inside me until it wasn’t just arousal anymore; it somehow became emotion.

Big, all consuming emotion.

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