Page 350 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

His hand abandoned her. He looked at her, one eyebrow arching in gentle rebuke until she realized her mistake.

Was there anything more embarrassing than having to repeat dirty things? She writhed, muffling a protest behind tightly clenched lips.

Quick as a flash, he spanked her pussy with the flat of his fingers. It was more of a pat than a spank, he barely used any force when he did it. But the tiny bundle of nerves he punished didn't need much force.

She yelped, even as the minute shock of it melted into breathtaking sexiness so intense and surreal that she couldn’t stop the wriggling squirm of her hips.

"Do you need another spank?" he asked, silken smooth.

God, yes!

She swiftly shook her head, beyond mortified to be this turned on. "D-Daddy, my… oh God, m-my kitty is so hot for you."

"What does your kitty want, baby?"

She muffled another whine, and he immediately gave her clit another light swat. She shouted, the impact nowhere near painful, just intense. Beautifully, erotically intense.

"Please don't spank me there," she pleaded, to which he smiled.

"If this isn't effective, Daddy has no problem turning you over and spanking your little asshole instead. Do you want that?"

She mewled and shook her head even harder. "My kitty wants, um… it, um, wants…" She glanced at his crotch but even that was embarrassing. It was also breathtaking all on its own. He had an erection, a bulge tenting the front of his pants so sizeable that she couldn’t even stare. She pointed at it, dying from the shame.

"What do you want?" he asked huskily.

She pointed again.

He hmmed, and before she could react, he gave her greedy pussy another slap. This one hurt, but it wasn't what she protested when he said, "Roll over, young lady. Head on the mattress, ass all the way up, hands behind your back."

"No!" she wailed, her breasts growing heavy, her core pulsing with wanton lust so intense that her thighs began to shake.

He got up off the bed. "You don't want to not be in position when I come back. I've got a wicked peach tree in the backyard that you do not want to have to visit, I promise." Firm in his resolution, he got off the bed and headed into the master bathroom.

Was he threatening to make her cut her own switch?

Not wanting to find out, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, and promptly did as she was told. She was just catching her own wrist behind her back when he came back with a washcloth in his hand.

He stopped by the dresser and she heard the pop of a snap and a metallic clinking before he brought his handcuffs back to the bed.

Her breath caught. Just looking at them stole some of the sexiness from the situation.

He showed them to her, dangling the cuffs by their rings. "These are not police handcuffs," he said. "Do you know what they are?"

Eyeing them, she shook her head.

"They're misbehaving babygirl tamers. Would you allow me to put them on you?"

Blinking twice, she was so startled she broke position. Rising onto her knees, she asked, "I… get to choose?"

"Of course."

"But, I thought… aren't you…?"

"There's quite a few things about this lifestyle that I'm going to teach you. That's just part of the Daddy and Little dynamic. I make the decisions, but you get all the choices."

That made no sense. "How?"

"It starts with a safeword. For us, right now, we're going to use the traffic light signals."

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