Page 162 of Monster Daddies
What else can he do? I can’t help but wonder. A thousand questions race through my mind, but he doesn’t appear inclined to hold a long, drawn-out conversation. He looks impatient for me to place myself down across his lap. I force in a few deep, steadying breaths, then finally crawl toward his thighs. And his cock. I can’t stop looking at it. It’s so long and thick that I find myself fearing it won’t fit.
He helps guide me over his lap, and his massively erect shaft presses between my hip and his stomach. It feels hot, and it throbs against me as though it has its own heartbeat. My mouth goes dry, and I break into a tremble when he cups my bottom and proceeds to pull my cheeks slightly apart.
He rearranges me over one knee, and the reason for this minor change in position becomes apparent when he drapes his free leg atop both of mine. My pulse skitters. He wants to keep a secure hold on me as he spanks. He intends to keep me in place while he metes out my punishment.
Despite my worry over the impending pain, heated pulses continue to affect my core. When he forces my thighs apart and arranges my bottom higher in the air, I flush as my nether region becomes fully exposed.
Unfortunately, my dress provides no cover whatsoever because it’s still bunched around my waist, and the cool air drifts across my pussy and my bottom hole.
Oh gods. He can seeeverything.
I try to move, try to press my thighs together, but he easily holds me in place.
“There will be none of that. I want your legs to remain spread wide during your spanking, little girl. I want a clear view of your slick, pink parts as I’m smacking your cheeks.” His tone is scolding but also strangely warm. It’s the stern but affectionate tone I’m coming to think of as his Papa-voice.
I cease trying to press my thighs together, and I grasp the covers because I need something to occupy my hands. I expect the spanking to commence immediately, but that’s not quite what happens. Instead, he caresses my ass cheeks, taking one in each hand as he rubs and occasionally pulls my bottom further apart.
“Mm. You have a sweet puckering hole, Kiera. Whenever I draw your cheeks apart, it clenches and unclenches as though anticipating my touch.”
Given all that he’s done to me thus far, his obscene words shouldn’t surprise me, but they do, and I flush from head to toe under a fresh wave of embarrassment. I tense and hold my breath while praying he doesn’t touch methere. I’ll perish of shame if he prods my back hole just before he spanks me. Even though he hasn’t started spanking me yet, I decide this is the most humiliating experience of my life.
He's my mate. The realization is stunning, and though I can’t understand the murmurs on the wind, I don’t think he’s lying about it.
My mate. This huge, strict forest guardian is my mate.
Is that why I yearn for his touch? Is that why I become helplessly aroused from the sound of his voice alone? Is that why I keep experiencing waves of surrender in his presence?
He’s a forbidding stranger, and yet there’s something familiar about him. Something that feels likehome. Like a refuge. I push the thoughts aside, intending to examine them later.
At present, I need to mentally prepare for the punishment he’s about to inflict. The spanking. I really hope I don’t burst into tears and beg him to stop only seconds into the experience. I hope I can remain relatively quiet and maintain my dignity.
He stops massaging my cheeks, and he draws my bottom so wide apart, I feel my flesh stretching. My face flames as I imagine how I must look from his viewpoint, draped over his knee with my pussy spread wide and my back hole exposed. To make matters worse, I’m becoming slick all over again. Heat continues to gather in my core and my clit won’t cease pulsating.
“Hm,” he says, a deep vibration from his throat that quivers through me. “You’re glistening with arousal, little girl. You’re soaking wet and more swollen than before.” Keeping me spread with one hand, he reaches for my core, and he slides two, or possibly three, fingers inside my tightness.
“Oh!” My inner walls clamp down on his digits, and the fullness is everything. I want more. I want him to add another finger, and I want him to shove deeper. Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts. Gods, where are these thoughts and desires coming from? I’ve never craved pain before, never craved roughness. But with Silas, the forest guardian who apparently wants me to think of him as both a father figure and a mate, I can’t help but ache for a bit of pain-tinged pleasure.
Still pumping his digits into my pussy, he releases my bottom. Without warning, his flattened palm impacts my right cheek, then my left one. I gasp at the searing sting, and I jolt onhis lap. He withdraws his fingers from my core, tugs me closer to his chest, and starts spanking me in earnest.
Smack smack smack. I gasp at the pain. It’s so much worse than I expected, and with his leg draped over mine, I truly can’t escape. I have no choice but to endure the strict punishment he’s meting out.
But as the sting builds and tears prick at my eyes, the aching in my core only becomes stronger. An incessant throb affects my clit, and I wish he would touch me there. Just for a few seconds. I’m certain it wouldn’t take much for me to shatter, only a brief session of friction.
Silas pauses striking my bottom, and his hands rest on my stinging flesh. As he massages my cheeks, he makes an appreciative noise in his throat. “Look at this well-punished Little girl with her red bottom and her soaking wet pussy. Given how aroused you’ve become, Kiera, I’m not so certain you’re learning the intended lesson. I think perhaps I ought to spank you harder. Maybe I should fetch a strap and give you a whipping.”
“No, no, please, Papa. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Please don’t give me a whipping.” I peer over my shoulder at him, and when I blink, a single tear cascades down my face. “The spanking hurts enough, and I-I promise I’m learning the intended lesson. Next time you tell me not to move, I’ll listen. Next time you issue any command, whatever it is, I swear I’ll obey you.” Shame flows through me. I promised myself I would maintain my composure, but here I am, pleading for leniency.
He settles a dark, penetrating gaze on me. I pray he believes I’m sorry. I pray he doesn’t think I need more punishment. The mere thought of a strap sends a chill down my spine. Never mind that the chill coalesces with the pulsating heat in my core and causes my pussy to spasm repeatedly.
“Going forward,” he says in that stern but affectionate Papa-voice I’m coming to revere, “I expect you to be more obedient, Kiera. I’m your mateandI’m your Papa, and you’re my Little girl. That means you’re under my authority. It means my word is law. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes, Papa.” I blink fast as more tears well in my eyes.
“The forest can be a dangerous place, and until we learn whether the creatures within the woods will defer to you, as they defer to me, it’s important that you follow my guidance. I intend to keep you safe.”
The wind whistles a soulful tune as though in agreement with the lesson he’s trying to teach me. We both glance toward the nearest window, then exchange a look.
“Well,” he says with a wry grin. “It would seem the creatures of the forestwilldefer to you.”
