Page 29 of Sadie's Little Christmas

“Daddy…!”

Funny, how calling him that didn’t feel silly or embarrassing anymore.

“Please,” she begged, her tone high-pitched and breathy.

She yelped when he brought the belt down, infusing her lower half with a life all its own as he strapped her three times in quick succession. Each sharp snap filled her with an even sharper sting and the most pain-filled yet erotic fire.

“Daddy!” She wanted to break away, roll out from under his restraining hand, and tuck her tender bottom anywhere the belt wouldn’t reach it. Yet if he let her do that, a small part of her thought she might cry with disappointment. No, not ‘might.’ She would. Worse than disappointed, she would be crushed.

Girls like her needed this.

“Done already, are you?” he asked, pausing long enough to cup her bottom, caressing as he checked her flesh, making sure she was okay to continue. “If only that were how it worked. Sadly, you can ask for all the spankings you want, but it’s Daddies who decide when naughty bottoms have had enough. Yours isn’t even close.”

Another snapping rain of belt strokes came pouring down, licking and flicking all over her bottom. Funny, how it didn’t feel at all strange calling him Daddy now. She shrieked it as he spanked her, sobbed it, basked in the glorious burning warmth of it as he punished her bottom the way she’d always sexually, sensually wanted to be. It hurt but not beyond what she could take. When he suddenly stopped again, she burst into sobbing tears. She honestly couldn’t tell if it was because her bottom hurt so much or because she wasn’t ready for it to be over so soon.

“It’s Daddy who decides when you get to come,” he said, cupping her hot, achy bottom in his hand. She writhed, her gasp becoming a high-pitched whine when he squeezed the fiery globe in turn.

Laying his belt aside, the next thing she felt was the possessive cup of his hand, laying claim between her legs.

“I own this kitty,” he told her, squeezing to make her writhe all over again. The pressure against her captive clit was as intoxicating as it was unbearable. “Play with Daddy’s toy without permission one more time, and I’ll spank your pussy, too.” Without preamble, he shoved two fingers inside her.

Sadie’s whole body rioted, and she came, hard and unexpected.

“Be grateful you have such a loving and forgiving Daddy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be allowed to come for the rest of this year.”

If it weren’t two days before Christmas, that threat might have carried a bigger punch. As it was, a whole week without orgasms?

“No, Daddy, no!”

“Is this what you’ve been needing?” He fucked her with his fingers until the slick slap of his hand against her folds felt and sounded just like he was spanking her again. “Is it?” he demanded.

“Yes!” She threw her head back, arching and writhing as she strained to reach the intensity of the orgasm rushing up to meet her. It would have taken her if only he hadn’t whipped his hand away, ending the pleasurable assault with one mighty swat to her pussy.

She shouted, but snapping her legs shut, only captured the smarting pain, holding it tightly between her clenching thighs.

“Open,” he ordered.

She snapped her legs as wide apart as she could without thought or hesitation.

“Naughty as you’ve been, I don’t think you deserve to come. Don’t move.” He let go of her.

If not for that command, she’d have grabbed herself—rocking, rubbing, needing to ride the bliss-filled waves until she finally found relief—despite the hurt. Despite the heat and pain lacing through her bottom until the pulsating echoes of it engulfed her pussy folds.

He didn’t leave her, but he did move far enough away to reach the nightstand by her bed and open the top drawer. She had no idea what was in there. Twisting far enough around to see, her jaw dropped when she saw what he was pulling out.

“D-Daddy? What are those?”

“Clamps. Has anyone used them on you before?” He smiled when she shook her head. “Stand up and put your hands behind your head.”

Slowly, Sadie pushed off the edge of the bed until she was standing naked beside him. She eyed the set of black wire clamps, not at all liking the looks of them. There was a dozen total, all lined up along the top and bottom edge of a makeshift strip of cardboard.

“Turn around.”

She faced him, lacing her fingers behind her head. Where was that confident girl who had sexily stripped for him, taunting him through his ‘baby monitor’ in an effort to bring him charging back down the hall, so he’d do… well, this?

“I just wanted a spanking and some sex.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, “I know.”

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