Page 34 of Zale's Little Girl
“Stickers or fancy glitter pens for your diary?”
She nodded eagerly. “You’re good at this.”
“Orgasms?” he suggested and smiled when her eyes widen.
“Those could be rewards?”
“Of course. Say you get recognized at work for something wonderful. That should warrant a reward, right?” Zale suggested. Her eager nods made him smile.
“So, I just avoid punishments and grab all the rewards,” she joked.
“That’s an excellent idea. I think it would be a good idea for Daddy to spank you now.”
“But I haven’t been bad,” Pippa protested.
“There are good girl spankings as well. They help little girls deal with tension and worry. Sometimes a fresh start makes all the difference to moving forward.”
She stared at him as if he’d grown a second and third head. Zale would have delayed his suggestion had he not seen her squeeze her thighs together. The idea aroused her.
“Come here, Pippa.” Zale pushed back his chair and patted his lap.
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t like repeating myself, Pippa. Come here.”
Slowly, she stood up, as if giving him all the time in the world to tell her he was joking. He guided her next to his thigh and said,“Choose a safe word, Pippa. You say that and Daddy will stop immediately.”
“Can I just say it now?”
“You could—then you’ll never know.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “Eggplant.”
Zale couldn’t help but smile. “Why eggplant?”
“I won’t ever like that, no matter what you do to it.”
“Fair enough. I won’t even try to change your mind. All spankings happen on a bare bottom.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties and pulled the garments down to her knees. Before she could scurry away, he picked her up and draped her over his thighs.
“Good girl. You’re okay.”
“I don’t like this,” she wailed.
He smoothed a hand over her bottom before giving her a series of firm pats to warm her skin. When the tension in her muscles relaxed, Zale delivered her first true swat. A gasp fell from her lips, and she clung to his calf. Continuing without pause, he scattered the punishment across her skin, never staying too long at any one spot.
It didn’t take long for her to kick her legs. He could see the shine of her juices gathering on her inner thighs. Zale landed the next blow along the seam of her pussy.
“Daddy!” she whispered and squirmed.
“Sometimes, the sting of a spanking gets mixed up with the thrill of arousal. That’s what makes a good girl spanking so effective.”
Combining alluring touches with slaps to her skin, Zale knew she needed the release of a good cry as well as an orgasm. Both would do her a world of good. He smiled at the sound of a sniffle that escaped from her.
Suspecting that she was fighting the emotions inside, he increased the speed of his swats. It took about a minute before the sobs materialized. Instantly, Zale switched to soothing caresses. He rubbed his hand over her pink skin and allowed his fingers to explore. She froze on his lap.
“You did an excellent job taking your spanking, little girl. That deserves a good girl reward, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, but continued to stroke her intimately. She was so wet. Zale traced a finger along the inner lips of her pussy and tapped the small bud. When she gasped, he pressed two fingers deep into her tight channel.
