Page 5 of Belonging to Them
“I’d prefer to have that pleasure,” I say.
She does as I ask, taking off her shirt.She hesitates with her bra.
“Leave that,” I say.
Ella’s beautiful form bends forward and she places her hands on the comforter.“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?”she asks.
“Yes, little girl,” Kingston answers for me.“But it’s also going to feel so very good, and it’s going to make us so very happy.”
She nods to herself.
I set the paddle down on the mattress next to her, then unfasten her jean shorts and shove them over her hips.Next, I slowly peel her panties down past her ass cheeks.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, kissing her hip.“So good for us.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says in a breathy, excited voice.
“Are you wet for us, princess?”Instead of waiting for a response, I drag my finger through her silken folds.“Oh, you’re so very wet.I wonder if these spankings will make you wetter.”
I pick up the paddle again and smack it against my own forearm, getting a feel for the strength and the sting.It’s not bad, although with repeated swats, it’s going to hurt.
Ella tenses as I place one of my hands on her hip.I bring the paddle back and swing it forward.She flinches, but doesn’t cry out.
“Count for us, Ella,” I say.
“One, Daddy.”
I spank her a second time.
“Two, Daddy.”
Again and again I spank her with the paddle.Never very hard, although her skin is pinkening up nicely.We fall into a rhythm, with me spanking Ella, followed by her count.When I catch sight of Kingston, his blue eyes are dark, his gaze intense on our little girl’s ass.He can’t wait to fuck her there, and I can’t blame him.Her ass is heaven, just like her sweet cunt.
When we reach thirty swats, I step back and survey my work.Her ass is deliciously pink and red.“Beautiful,” I say.“You did very well.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says.
I push my finger between her legs.“You’re practically dripping.You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She tries to push back on my finger, to take more of it, but I pull away and give her a soft little spank with my hand that has her hissing in pain.
“Now put the paddle on top of the dresser, Ella.”I’ll wipe it down later.
She straightens up with a wince, and King and I move toward her immediately, each of us taking an arm.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”I ask.
She grins up at me.“Yes, Daddy, I’m okay.”
She puts the paddle back on the dresser and turns around to face us.Her breasts are half in, half out of her bra cups.Her underwear is off, along with her shorts.Her hair is in a messy ponytail, and her face is pink.Not as dark as her ass, but colored with arousal.
She looks so fuckable, I can barely stand it.
While she watches, her face blotchy and beautiful with her blush, I go to my suitcase and rifle around in the bunched-up clothing.I pull out the scarf she’d been wearing at the beach house, and I run the silk back and forth over my knuckles.Ella’s eyes widen in recognition.
“I wondered where that went,” she says.
