Page 103 of Brat Baby
My throat grows tight and tears burn the backs of my eyes as I turn on the spot and place my hands on the edge of the desk, arms trembling under my weight.
“Stretch out farther.”
Obediently, I place my palms just past the halfway point on his desk, accidentally bumping his mouse and lighting up his computer screen. I wait in place, but nothing happens, except for one of my tears overflowing my lashes and landing on his desk.
Then the belt is placed beside my hand on the dark wood before fingers grip either side of my denim skirt and the entire thing is flipped up to expose my pink-panties-covered ass.
Biting my lip, I manage to hold in my whimper as he drags my panties down to the underside of my ass, leaving me completely exposed to his viewing.
“Your behavior has disappointed me greatly, Emery.” His inhale is audible, and my knees want to cave under his displeasure. “Because this is your first punishment, you are only going to get three strikes. You will count each one. They will be quick. They will not be gentle. Hopefully, you’ll remember this the next time you decide to run your mouth just to get a reaction out of me. Tell me you understand.”
The belt drags along the top of the desk, and as it disappears from view, my heart feels like it is going to explode out of my chest. Another tear falls and my stomach clenches with the knowledge that I have disappointed him so badly. “I understand, Daddy.”
He shifts behind me, making space. “Count.”
That is the only warning I get before there is awhooshof air and my skin lights up like a thousand needles have just stabbed into my ass cheek. I gasp, practically choking on the air as it collides with the scream that rushes up my throat. Oh, god. “O-one.”
It burns. It burns so bad. Like a giant, fiery brand freshly pressed into my flesh. The skin feels raised already, and I know that these marks will be the worst I have ever received from him.
I barely manage a second breath before I feel the air shift and another stripe comes down. My back arches under the pain, and I throw my head back as I try to absorb some of the heat, fingers digging into the desk. Anything to make it hurt even a little less.
“Two.” My sobs carry the word out into the silence that is the rest of the office, and a tiny piece of me hopes that someone hears the noise and comes to investigate. Rescue me from this situation I’ve gotten myself into. But then I dash the thought away.
I don’t want us to get caught. I want this. I want him. I was bad. I need to do this so that he knows I can be good for him. That I can be his baby girl again.
My heart is tumbling around in my chest and my thighs are trembling, knees barely holding me up, and my body screaming at me to run away, to sayred, to save myself. But I can’t. I was bad and this is my punishment.
Then maybe Daddy will want to keep me again.
I was bad.
I was—
“Ah!” I cry out, the third strike of the leather belt coming down right in between the first two, adding more fire to the edges of the others. Tears stream down my cheeks, sweat beading on my forehead and down my spine as I manage to make the final count. “Three.”
My pulse pounds in my head, blocking out all other sounds.
He spanked me. With his belt.
I was spanked.
My brain trips over the thought, unsure how to process what just happened.
But then there is something hot and warm at the entrance of my pussy, pushing in past the lips painfully until it slides all the way in, forcing itself into my tightness.
“Daddy, no, that hurts,” I whine as it registers that it’s not his fingers slipping into me. I slam my eyes shut and try to breathe through my nose as the abused skin of my ass lights up with fresh pain as Derek’s pelvis presses into it, his dick stretching my pussy, my legs trapped by my panties.
The fronts of my thighs dig into the edge of the desk, and then a hand presses between my rounded shoulder blades, forcing my back down until my chest lies against his desk.
Derek pulls back and thrusts back inside of me, hitting something deep that aches with this new angle.
I cry out at the discomfort and try to raise up on my tiptoes, to angle away from the pain, but he immediately puts a halt to that plan by putting a hand at the top of my ass and pressing his thumb to my puckered asshole.
“Don’t fucking move, Emery. You’re going to take your punishment like the good girl you normally are.” The implied threat that he’ll put something in my ass if I don’t is enough to make the tears start up again.
I can’t stop the noises that every one of his thrusts cause me to make, whimpers and moans. Attempting to stifle the sounds and be good for him, I turn my face and crush my mouth against my forearm.
But then there is fire in my scalp and my head is yanked back.
