“Your bare bottom is so beautiful when it is bright red and properly punished, little girl,” he mused and for some reason, that made me mad.
I hadn’t wanted this to be real.
I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything that would make him start spanking me again and not knowing how to handle the multitude of emotions flowing through me now that it appeared my punishment had ended. Anger. Desire. Raw need more powerful than anything I’d ever felt before.
I closed my eyes. My bottom was burning so hot that it ached. It stung far more than I expected, and I didn’t know how long it would take for it to stop hurting. He’d spanked me hard enough that I’d probably be sitting fairly gingerly tomorrow and that only added fuel to my ever-growing internal fire.
I couldn’t understand why, but that made me even angrier. I hated that even though he spanked me far harder than I had wanted, my body was reacting with an extreme sense of arousal. Even now, I was certain that my wetness was dripping down onto his thighs and leaving an unmistakable wet spot on his slacks.
His fingers edged along my pussy again and I couldn’t stop myself from arching into his touch. I wanted his fingers on me. I wanted the orgasm he promised and the fury inside me grew stronger and more intense with every passing moment at my wayward and entirely too sordid thoughts.
Why was I like this? A man had spanked me fucking hard and all I wanted to do was come all over his fingers. I shouldn’t want this.
There was something wrong with me. That was the only explanation for this, and I hated that. Knowing that I had only done this to myself made it all that much worse.
My anger only had one outlet. Him.
His fingers delved into the folds of my pussy and I lost the ability to speak. Every last word died on my lips as a powerful surge of desire rattled my core. With an expert touch, he found my clit with the pads of two fingers and began to circle it with skillful intention.
Fuck.
My anger served to fuel my need and as he toyed with my pussy, I fell prey to his expert maneuvers. I couldn’t think of the words to tell him what I wanted as I moaned into the couch, but it soon became clear that I didn’t need to. He already knew what that was. It was as if he could read me like a book.
His fingers on my skin felt like a drug. Each time he circled my clit, I wanted more. No. Needed more. I ground my pussy into his fingers as my body took control and ignored every last emotion hurtling through my mind.
“Please,” I begged.
What was I begging for? Did I want him to stop? Did I want to come with my bottom burning as I lay over his knee? Freshly punished and mortifyingly aroused? Would it be so wrong to give in to my body’s demands?
Fuck. His fingers played my body like an instrument, strumming my needy flesh higher and higher until I thought I was going to fray to pieces all over him. Maybe that was what he wanted. Maybe that’s what I wanted.
This was so fucking real.
“Come hard for Daddy, little girl,” he demanded, and I keened with trepidation and arousal far stronger than I had ever known before in my life. His fingers knew exactly what to do and it wasn’t long before I felt my entire core tighten with extreme need, like I was at the top of a roller coaster and there was no getting off until the ride was over.
It was too late. I was going to come over Daddy’s lap after he spanked me. I knew it and he knew just how inevitable it was.
I’d orgasmed at my own hands a few times, but none of those came remotely close to the desire burning through me right now. Every nerve in my body was simmering with passionate need, so much so that it felt like I was burning from the inside out.
My nipples were so hard that they were scraping against the lace of my bra. My bare bottom tingled from his cruel hand, but all of that paled to the sensation that was pulsing through my needy little pussy. My inner walls kept clenching down, desperate to feel something inside.
Anything. His fingers. His cock.
His cock was so hard against my naked hip. I could tell that he was impossibly large. I knew that it would probably hurt when he fucked me for the first time, but I knew that I’d probably come for him despite all that.
I wondered if he would think less of me if he knew I was a virgin. Would he want to be my first? Would he push me away because I was innocent?
His fingers pressed more insistently at my clit and I forgot all semblance of reason. None of it mattered anymore. All I wanted to do was come.
I wanted to come for Daddy.
My hips ground even harder against his fingers and I cried out.
“That’s a good girl. Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded softly, and his words were my undoing. My walls crumbled, and I gave in. I had no fight left in me and I fractured as his fingers worked fervently between my thighs. He was relentless and as the first tendrils of my release gripped at every fiber of my being, I began to truly lose control.
Each moan that escaped my lips sounded more wretched with insatiable need. My body arched and ground back against his hand as every single nerve in my body pulsed with endless consuming sensation that burned me from the inside out. My muscles tensed and my thighs started to tremble.
That had never happened to me before.
