Page 18 of XOXO, Daddy
“The penguin and his family…ungh, Daddy—” I groaned as his circling thumbs changed to plucking fingers, lightly toying with my nipples through my shirt. Pressing back into his hardness, I let my head fall back against his shoulder.
A sharp flick against my nipple had my eyes popping open with a gasp.
“Read your story, Bunny. Do not make me ask again, or there will be punishment,” he warned, his tone so deep and dark a shiver ran down my spine. We had written out guidelines for punishments — and funishments — in our agreement form, both agreeing that a spanking would be alright with both of us, at least until we had time to really work out the kinks of this new dynamic — pun intended.
“The penguin and his family packed up their things, ready to go — Daddy!” I gasped as his fingers twisted and pulled lightly at my nipples.
“What seems to be the problem, little one? I was quite clear that you needed to keep reading,” hetskeddisappointedly.
“I can’t concentrate when you do—” I cut off on a gasp as he pulled my nipples sharply. “That,”I finally managed to huff out as he released them suddenly.
“That is no excuse. Daddy told you to keep reading. Did you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“And was I clear when I said if you did not keep reading, you’d earn a punishment?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Which means?”
“I’m getting a punishment, Daddy.” Outright pouting, I felt guilt and shame wash over me. But I wanted it. I needed the structure he was providing, and I drank it up like a woman dying of thirst in the desert. “What will my punishment be, Daddy?” I asked nervously.
“Well, we agreed on a spanking, sweetheart. Though I think Daddy is going to add a second part to this punishment.” I could feel him press against my bottom.
I gulped audibly as he took the book from my lap, placing it back where it belonged, just like a good Daddy would. Helping me to my feet, he led me to the bed in the room. There was a full-sized bed, a children’s bed, the sofa, and an oversized rocking recliner in the room, along with several other items of varying sensual degree.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Daddy patted his knee.
“Over you go.”
“I’m too heavy.” As the words slipped from my lips, a sharp snap rang out through the room, loud as a gunshot.
“That is the last warning you are going to get, little lady. No more self-deprecating talk. Period. Do I make myself clear?”
Lowering my eyes in shame, I answered with a shaky, “Yes, Daddy.”
He helped me balance over his knee, my chest laying on the bed while my bottom stuck clear up in the air, covered onlyby the simple shorts of my pajama set and the white and pink panties beneath.
“You know better than to go against what Daddy says. I know this is new for you; for both of us, but rules are rules. And rules must be obeyed. You’re going to get ten swats from Daddy. Do you understand?” His hand rubbed small, slow circles over the curves of my ass and hips. Covering my face with my hands, I nodded, not trusting my own voice to not betray my nerves.
His hand came down with a sharp smack, right on the swell of my butt.
“Eep!” I squeaked, immediately moving my hands back to cover myself, fending off further swats.
“Ah, ah, babygirl. Arms up!” he barked. My arms slowly moved back up over my head, my hands resting above me. His large hand gripped my wrists, tugging my arms up and out straight above me. Stretched out with no protection in sight, I gave myself over to his dominance. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down until they pooled at my ankles.
“What cute panties we have here, Bunny. Such a pretty little piece of clothing for a pretty little girl. A pretty little girl who needs to learn her lesson,” he chided softly, tugging the simple panties down until they pooled alongside my shorts, leaving me bare as the day I was born before him. Well, my lower half, at least.
Swat after swat rained down over my bare flesh, not enough to truly harm me, but enough that tears welled in my eyes, the stinging sensation taking reminding me of the importance of obedience with each and every strike.
As the tenth swat landed, he pulled me up, moving me deftly until I straddled his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck as I cried into his shoulder.
“There, there. That wasn’t so bad. Now you will remember to always listen when Daddy gives you a command. Right, princess?” He soothed me with soft words.
I mewled at the name he had called me, my hips immediately thrusting forwards as my little clit thrummed with arousal.
“Oh, does that name sound good to you?” With a dark chuckle, he shifted, moving me until I straddled one thigh. A hand pressed against my belly, moving me backwards until we were no longer touching other than his knee between my thighs.
