“Good girl,” he murmured, as his gaze searched my face. I didn’t know what he was searching for, but his quiet investigation was making my stomach churn in knots.
“Place your hand in mine, little girl. It’s time for you to go over my knee,” he guided. He held his palm out for me to take it.
All I had to do now was reach for him. Once I did that, I’d be going over a man’s knee for the first time. I was going to get a spanking and my clit was throbbing incessantly at the thought. I was mortified that my arousal had already begun seeping onto my thighs. He’d be able to see that too.
He’d be able to see everything.
Tentatively, I pressed my fingers against his. His hand curled around mine and he gently pulled me forward. With my jeans and panties down around my ankles, there was no fighting what was to come now. As my body moved closer to his lap, my heart began to beat faster until I thought it was going to leap out of my throat.
It was as though his lap had its own gravitational pull and there wasn’t enough left in me to fight it. When my stomach pressed against the tops of his thighs, I almost stopped breathing.
My bottom felt so high up. He’d pitched me forward and when my position felt precarious enough that I might fall, I grasped at his leg so that I might steady myself. He didn’t say anything at all, but I could feel his eyes on my bare skin. My face flushed hot as I imagined his gaze studying my naked flesh.
My entire focus was on my bare bottom and the wetness between my thighs. When his fingertips grazed across my skin, I tensed, but then he just massaged me softly for several moments and I was able to relax.
“You’ve got a beautiful bottom, little girl,” he observed, and my blush flamed even hotter. His palm pressed against my bare backside, more thoroughly cupping my fleshy globes and I couldn’t help myself as I pressed back against him. His skin was rough against mine and it ignited a feeling deep inside me that I had never been aware of before.
My core throbbed with need. I was so aroused that it was becoming painful.
His palm lightly slapped my backside, just enough to jiggle it in a way that made my pussy tighten. A single drop of wetness trickled down my inner thigh and I was mortified to realize that it had probably fallen down onto his dark pants. I pressed my legs together, but that only served to make me cognizant of the fact that I was even wetter than I initially realized.
I was so embarrassed.
“Naughty girl. Look at how wet you are for Daddy,” he mused, and I hid my face in the couch cushion. I was thankful for mylong hair at that moment because it was hiding my shame. My fingers gripped even more firmly at his leg, even as my hips arched upward in search of his touch. His palm moved down to the backs of my thighs and his fingertips just grazed along my wetness. His inspection sent a very deliberate message. He could see and feel every bit of my arousal and that only added to my ever-deepening shame.
“You lied to me, didn’t you, little girl?” he finally asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered nervously. My voice was almost nonexistent, and I wondered if he had even heard me at all.
“Naughty little girls who lie to Daddy need to be punished. How is Daddy going to punish you, little girl?” he asked. He never stopped slowly swirling his palm over my bare bottom and I couldn’t stop reacting to it. My spine arched and I pressed back against him, wanting more and more of his touch.
“Daddy, please,” I whimpered.
“Answer me, little girl. How is Daddy going to punish you?” he pushed and there was a definitive firmness to his tone that told me that he would only allow so much hesitation and I needed to answer.
“You’re going to spank me, Daddy,” I finally managed to say, although the tremor in my voice was obvious now. I was scared and he knew it.
“That’s right, little girl. Daddy is going to spank you and it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” he pressed.
This wasn’t real…
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trying to get used to the foreign word on my tongue. Calling him Daddy was hard, but with eachrepetition, it felt a little easier and more natural. I never thought I’d call anyone that, but for some reason, with him right now it felt right. With him, I wanted to.
He wanted me to call him Daddy and that made me need to say the word. I couldn’t ignore the pulsing between my legs because of it. I couldn’t ignore the fact that maybe I needed to call him that too.
“Ask Daddy to spank you, little girl. Ask Daddy to make it hurt,” he demanded, and a frisson of fear hurtled through me with wild abandon. His words felt so real, but maybe this was what he liked. Even now, his hard cock pushed against my hip. There was no doubt in my mind that he was just as turned on as I was.
“Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt,” I murmured. My entire body was trembling, and my blush deepened. Being made to ask for my punishment only seemed to heighten my arousal. Not only that, but it also made me focus on exactly what was to come.
His palm smacked my bottom. Twice on either side and I gasped. The sound was like a gunshot, echoing loudly all around me, so much louder than I thought it would be.
“Wait. Please. Someone might hear,” I screeched, but his hand closed on my hip and held me in place just as I was beginning to scramble off his lap.
“My staff are used to the sound of a naughty little girl being properly punished over Daddy’s knee, little girl. Tonight is going to be no different,” he answered, and I squeaked in surprise.
“Please!” I gasped. “Let me up!”
“Do you want me to invite them in the room to watch, little girl?”
