Page 268 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“If that’s what you want, Daddy.” Despite her obedient words, Vicky lit up from within the moment he told her the plan. Thankfully, her and Hayleigh’s little bout of disobedience hadn’t ruined everything.

Chuckling, Daddy ran his hands up and down her sides, and Vicky moaned a little, squirming as he cupped her breasts and squeezed the soft mounds. The pain from her spanking hadn’t dissipated, but at his sensual touch it started to change from the heat of pain to the heat of arousal.

Giving her nipples a little pinch and twist, Daddy lowered his mouth to hers, claiming her whimpering lips in a kiss as he tormented her. Spreading her knees to let his body press against hers, Vicky wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering herself to his hands and whims. He pinched and squeezed, rocking his body against her while she got wetter and hotter, squirming underneath him as the pain of her spanking turned into her own secret pleasure.

She heard the sound of nearby moaning, much closer than the sounds coming from the luau, and realized that Hayleigh and Connor hadn’t gotten very far when they’d left. Hearing them together made her cheeks turn bright red as she remembered how embarrassed she’d been at knowing Connor could see all of her… and now she could hear them together. It was illicit and perverted and a total turn-on.

And when Daddy’s lips left hers so he could slide his thick cock into her pussy, she maybe cried out a little louder than she would have normally. There was something incredibly arousing about knowing that she and Hayleigh had been punished together and now were being pleasured together.

Crooking her knees over his arms, Daddy leaned forward, using the position for leverage to pound into her. Vicky cried out again, this time forgetting who might hear, as pain and pleasure mingled in her core, her sore bottom bouncing and rubbing against the ottoman beneath her while Daddy impaled her on his cock again and again.

The mix of sensations was dizzying, mixing up her senses until she couldn’t tell what was agony and what was ecstasy.

“Daddy! Oh God, Daddy! I’m coming!”

“That’s it, babygirl.” Daddy’s voice was a low growl in her ear. “Come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

Shuddering with pure sexual bliss, Vicky did exactly that as Daddy emptied himself into her.

Chapter Seven

Hayleigh

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy.”

Arms wrapped around his neck, Hayleigh sobbed into Connor’s shoulder as he carried her away from their friends. She was grateful for the distance; being punished together was bad enough, but crying like a baby in front of other people was always the worst. Especially because, as hard as she had tried to be brave for Vicky, she was feeling very Little just then and all she wanted was her Daddy.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, too.”

“You are?” Never in all the time they’d been together had he apologized for punishing her, and the shock of it nearly had her tears drying up instantly.

“Not for spanking you,” he said with a chuckle, as if he’d read her mind. “You earned every swat of that paddling.”

“I know.” A few more tears slipped out and she sighed as he sat down with her cradled on his lap. “We should have just told you guys how we were feeling instead of sneaking around. It just—”

“What, baby?” His voice had changed from stern, strict disciplinarian to sweet, caring Daddy and suddenly she couldn’t keep the words inside a second longer.

“It just seemed like the only way ‘cuz you were being so strict, and I didn’t mean to be bad, I just missed my friend!” All of the words poured out of her in a rush, along with a fresh wave of tears.

“Poor little jellybean,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “I know you did. And I’m sorry I wasn’t paying more attention to your needs. I admit I was being selfish. Even at the Ranch it never really feels like we’re alone and I just wanted you all to myself. But I hurt you in the process, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

The lingering yucky feelings in her tummy seemed to evaporate with his apology. “Of course, Daddy.”

“My good girl. I love you, Hayleigh Anne Blackburn.”

“I never get tired of hearing that,” she said with a grin. “I love you, too.”

Now that they’d made up and her heart didn’t feel so heavy, the heat and pain in her bottom was morphing into something else altogether and she squirmed on his lap.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?”

“Nothin’.” It was a lie, one her Daddy probably saw right through.

“Nothing, huh? Then I guess you don’t want me to do this.” As he spoke, his hand slid up between her thighs, stopping just short of where she so badly wanted him to touch her.

“Daddy,” she whined, parting her legs and wincing when her punished flesh pressed more firmly against his thigh.

“What do you want, baby?” His voice was thick, rough the way it was when he wanted her. Which seemed to be nearly every second of every day, a fact which never failed to thrill her.

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