Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Reach your hands behind your back, Little love. Daddy is going to hold them while I spank you.”
I’m trembling as I obey him, and I start panting when he clasps both my wrists with one of his hands.
“Good girl.” His palm comes to my bottom. “Spread your legs, Brea. I don’t want your thighs touching each other when I spank you.”
Why? I don’t ask. I simply do as I’m told. It’s getting easier. I find myself wanting to obey Daddy. It makes me tingle inside every time I please him. So far, he’s given me no reason not to trust him. He’s so very calm and patient with me. Does he never get angry or shout?
Daddy rubs my bottom, squeezing my cheeks one at a time as if warming me up for impact.
I’m so nervous I’m shaking. This is mindboggling. Why would a grown adult let herself be stripped naked and taken over a man’s knee for a spanking?
“I’ll start easy and build up the pressure, Little love. Try to relax. Go into your head. Absorb the slaps of my palm. Try not to tense.”
He’s lost his mind if he thinks I can relax. I’m so beyond the opposite of relaxed that I’m worried I might faint.
I hold my breath when he lifts his palm and brace myself for the slap that resounds in the room a moment later. It isn’t nearly as painful as I expected. He really did start lightly.
Daddy spanks back and forth several more times with the same amount of pressure. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it’s kind of soothing. I like the sound of his palm striking my skin.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the weird sensation as Daddy’s slaps increase in intensity. It still doesn’t hurt, but my butt feels hot and tingly.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he rubs my tender skin. “I’m going to spank you harder now, Little love. Let it feel good. Don’t fight it.”
His words make no sense to me. And yet, they do. It does feel good. It’s oddly cathartic. I find myself relaxing deeply against his thighs as I focus on the rhythmic slap of his palm against my skin.
The next several swats are harder, like he said they would be, causing my bottom to burn. The sensation is oddly satisfying. It hurts, but I think I like it.
Daddy’s hand moves around with every slap, sometimes hitting the backs of my thighs, alternating between cheeks. The vibrations resonate throughout my body, and as I relax into the strange sensations, I find my pussy clenching.
I want to draw my legs together and put pressure on my clit, but he instructed me not to. Now I know why. I’m aroused. Almost as aroused as I was when he ate my pussy earlier.
Daddy swats me harder and harder, focusing on my bottom. Every time he hits the spot where my butt cheeks meet my thighs, I feel it in my pussy. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was actually swatting my labia or my clit.
I’m panting, unable to control my lust. Eventually, I lift my head and moan. “Daddy…” My legs are shaking; my vision is swimming. My pussy is so needy I might come.
Suddenly he stops. For a moment, he squeezes both my cheeks, and then his hand is gone, and a second later, he thrusts a finger into my channel.
I cry out at the sudden, unexpected intrusion.
My pussy grips his finger so hard.
And then I come.
“Daddy!” I scream as my orgasm consumes me.
He continues to hold me down with the hand at the small of my back, not releasing my wrists. With his other hand, he pumps his finger in and out of my pussy, causing my orgasm to continue. It doesn’t stop. Or maybe one orgasm turns into two.
I have so little experience with sex that I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. I think people come and then that’s it. Maybe they can come again later, but this is more like a series of progressively more intense orgasms on top of each other.
Daddy rubs my clit, driving me out of my mind. And his hand is so large that he’s able to slide his thumb back to my forbidden hole and press against the puckered skin. I’m so wet that his thumb is soaked with my juices.
I squirm, fighting against him. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Don’t fight me, Little love. Let it feel good. Daddy will touch every part of you, including your bottom.” He emphasizes his words by pushing his thumb into my tight rectum.
I’m overwhelmed with sensations. It feels like I’m spinning, floating out of my body and swirling around like I’m stuck in a cyclone. If he weren’t holding me down, I would fly away.