Page 269 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“You, Daddy. Please.”

When his fingers finally slipped inside of her, she gasped, her head falling back as the pleasure rose up within her.

“So wet for Daddy,” Connor murmured as he stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside of her. “You’ve been dripping since I pulled your panties down to paddle your naughty little bottom. I think my naughty girl likes being on display, hmm?”

The words were designed to humiliate her, and it worked. But the embarrassment of it all only made her hotter, wetter, needier, and she ground her hips against his hand, desperately seeking relief.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice how wet you got when Saul was lecturing you. Maybe I need to reconsider letting the teachers discipline you at school. Would you like that, baby? Would you like having someone else pull your panties to your knees, exposing all your naughty bits to the world as they turned your bottom red?”

Other than Master Derek, nobody else at the Ranch had spanked her since she and Connor had become an item. Even when they had, it had always been so… detached. Clinical. It had never driven her wild with need the way it did now with her husband describing it to her in such excruciating, humiliating detail. “I—I don’t know. Daddy, please, please let me come!”

“Not just yet. Up on the ottoman. Like before.”

Kicking her panties away from her feet, she practically dove for an ottoman identical to the other, positioning herself just as she had for her punishment, with her aching breasts pressed against the cushion and her ass high. Only now she placed her knees further apart, inviting him in.

A low, needy moan she didn’t recognize met her ears and it took her a moment to realize it must be Vicky having her own make-up session with Saul. Her clit throbbed painfully as her friend’s sounds of pleasure drifted across the beach.

Being punished next to someone was almost normal for her at this point. But she’d never been fucked with someone else in hearing distance, and the almost taboo nature of what they were doing was a thrill unlike anything she’d experienced before.

Even more so when Connor gripped her hips, his cock stretching her with a pinch and a burn, eliciting a similarly needy sound from her. She buried her face in her arms, determined to stay quiet, but her Daddy was having none of it.

Thick fingers dug into her skin, and she couldn’t help but yelp at the bite of pain as he drove into her. “None of that, little girl. I want everyone to hear your Daddy giving you exactly what you need.”

Pain and pleasure swirled together until she could no longer tell one from the other. And she couldn’t have held back the sounds of either if she’d wanted. The warm island air grew thick with her shouts and pleas, her whimpers and moans, and finally her scream of release as the orgasm crashed over her, as fierce and wonderful as the ocean she’d so happily played in earlier that day.

“Fuck, baby,” Connor groaned as he buried himself deep within her one final time, his cock pulsing inside of her as he finished.

When they’d both caught their breath again, he pulled away from her and gave her bottom an affectionate squeeze. “Such a good girl. Come here, jellybean.”

“Daddy?” Curled up on his lap, she yawned and snuggled close as the sounds of the island tried to lull her into sleep.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I at least talk to Vicky tomorrow?”

“You could. Or we could spend the whole afternoon with her and Saul. We were thinking some beach time and dinner together.”

“Really?” Wide awake now, she sat up and stared at him, taking in the smile tugging at his lips. “I just thought—we were so naughty.”

“My sweet little jellybean. You weren’t that naughty. And you’ve already been punished. I’m not going to keep punishing you for something that’s already been handled. That’s not how our relationship works.”

There’d been a time, before him, when that was exactly how her life had been. Endless bouts of silence, denial, neglect, all meant to teach her to be the perfect submissive.

But those days were long behind her, and her heart sang with the knowledge. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Chapter Eight

Connor

“Daddy, look! Dolphins! Do you see them?”

“I do, jellybean.” Half a dozen fins were breaking the surface at various intervals, a stunning, private little dance just for them as the sun set, giving the whole scene an otherworldly glow.

Beside him, Vicky squealed and bounced on her toes. “Oh my gosh! They’re so pretty!”

“Not as pretty as you, babygirl.”

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