Page 7 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Yes! What the fuck else would I be talking about?”

“Last warning before I get someone to bring me a gag, brat. Watch your language.” His hand connected with her bottom twice in a row, making her yelp with each one.

None of her reading or her fantasies had prepared her for the sting of his hand blistering her bottom. Nothing had prepared her for the way each swat sent waves of pleasure straight to her clit, until she thought she might die if he didn’t touch her there right fucking now.

Desperate, she wiggled her hips, pressing her aching pussy into the side of his leg, seeking some kind of relief from the torture he was inflicting on her.

Two swats delivered, not to her bottom, but to the tops of her thighs, stilled her movements immediately. Fuck, that hurt! A million times worse than the spanking he’d been in the process of delivering. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back and arching her spine in a position she was becoming all too familiar with already.

“Naughty little brats don’t get to come during their spanking. They don’t come until Daddy says they can. Got it?”

“Yes!” When he released her, she twisted around to stick her tongue out at him. “Meanie.”

“Down to my bones. You might want to remember that.” The spanking started again, harder and faster than before, until her entire world was nothing but the burn in her ass and between her thighs.

“I think we’re done with your warmup, brat. Ready for your real spanking?”

She snorted out a laugh. “What was that, an imaginary one?”

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.” Something cool and hard tapped against her inflamed skin. “How old am I?”

“Um.” Her mind went blank for a moment. He was ten years older than her. How old was she? Jesus, the man had addled her brain. “Thirty-five?”

“That’s right. So that’s one with the paddle for each year and I want you to count them. After each count, you will say ‘Happy Birthday, Daddy’.”

A laugh bubbled up in her chest and burst out of her. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Miss a count and we’ll start over.”

Her laughter was cut short when the paddle cracked against her bare skin. Squealing at the unexpected pain of a thousand needles piercing her skin, she kicked her legs up to cover her ass. Harmless? Had she really thought that evil thing was harmless?

“Count, brat.”

“One, Happy Birthday Daddy!” she gasped out.

The second swat of the paddle was somehow more shocking than the first. “Two, Happy Birthday Daddy!”

“So, the brat can follow instructions.”

Was it her imagination or was there a note of pride in his low, gravelly voice? She didn’t have time to dwell on it before the next blow landed.

“Three, Happy Birthday Daddy!”

They made it to ten before he paused to rub some of the sting from her bottom. Moaning at the feel of his rough hand stroking her tender skin, she lifted her hips, pressing her ass into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl. I think you deserve a little reward.”

Pleasure, raw and shocking, shot through her when he slipped a finger between her drenched folds. A rough, callused fingertip stroked a spot she’d never believed existed before this very moment and she nearly shot off his lap.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

“Feel good, baby girl?”

“So good. So close.” The ultimate pleasure was right there, shimmering just out of reach as her entire body strained to reach it.

And just when she could feel it about to break over her, he pulled his hand away.

“Daddy!” she whined. “Why did you stop?”

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