“I have to wear panties at least!” I gasped, unable to hide my surprise. I’d never had a massage without at least a pair of underwear before. It was indecent to even think about having someone else touch me when I was entirely bare.
“Are you wearing any panties beneath your skirt now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side knowingly.
“No, Daddy,” I whined softly. He knew I was bare. He had made sure of it as soon as I had gotten into the limo that morning.
“As punishment for questioning Daddy once again, you’re not going to be wearing panties for the rest of the week now, little girl,” he scolded firmly. My face heated and he took my hand in his. I could feel his strength as he led me to the car as well as his restraint. He guided me into the limo and as soon as the door closed behind me, he hauled me over his knee and flipped up my skirt.
His fingers dove between my thighs, discovering just how soaking wet I was for him.
“Just as I thought, naughty girl,” he murmured before his palm cracked down hard against my naked backside. He spanked me hard several more times as I squirmed over his knee, trying to crawl away even as he held me firmly in place. I couldn’t avoid the sting of his hand no matter how hard I tried. It didn’t take long for him to paint a burning heat all over my bottom and just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, the limo rolled to a stop.
“Are you going to be a good girl today for Daddy?” he asked.
I shivered hard against his thighs. My clit throbbed with need.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely. I squirmed a bit more and I did something that I didn’t normally do. I asked him to touch me.
“Please, will you make me come for you now?” I pleaded softly.
“Not yet, little girl. You will wait until after your first treatment as instructed. If you orgasm before then, you know how Daddy will punish you, don’t you?” His words were gentle, but quite stern and it only made me quiver even though it made me nervous at the same time.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.
“How will Daddy punish you?”
“With a paddling, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to stop my face from heating with shame and embarrassment.
“The limo will pick you up and bring you straight to Daddy after your day at the spa is complete. Then you’re going to sit on Daddy’s knee and then you will play your videos for him. We’re going to watch them together. Understand, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I hummed. The thought of watching something so scandalous made me blush all the harder.
“Good girl.”
My heart pulsed at his words just as his palm brushed against the scalded flesh of my backside.
“Daddy is looking forward to your visit tonight, little girl,” he murmured, and I shivered warmly at his words. To be honest, I was looking forward to seeing him tonight too.
“I am too, Daddy,” I answered. And I did. I meant every word because I knew that at the end of the night, Daddy would give me his cock and he’d fuck me hard enough to leave me not only deeply satisfied, but completely worn out.
I liked that. I liked that a lot.
* * *
When I entered the spa, it was empty aside from the staff. I suspected that Jaxon had bought the place out for the day. A very soft-spoken woman guided me to the massage room, whereshe indicated that I was to strip and climb up onto the table where the therapist would join me shortly.
“Is there a robe?” I asked.
“No. Mr. Blackwood indicated that you are to remain bare for the rest of the day,” she replied.
I knew better than to argue. Hell, he’d probably instructed the staff to inform him if I refused or caused any sort of fuss.
“I will take your clothes now,” she continued.
“Okay,” I replied softly, blushing hard as I stood in the small room with her still at the door. She didn’t make any movements to leave and I stood there self-consciously for a moment before reaching for the buttons of my blouse. Slowly, I undressed, removing my shirt and my bra first before I finally removed my skirt. I handed her my clothes, and she took them politely before finally leaving the room.
I climbed up on the table and laid face down. A few minutes later, the massage therapist walked inside. I wondered if she could see if my bottom was still red from my spanking or if the lights picked up the wetness that was likely glistening on my thighs. If she did, she didn’t say anything at all and for that I was grateful.
I expected her to cover my bottom with a sheet, but she never did. Instead, she began my massage with my body bare. First, she started with my shoulders and made her way slowly down my back, rubbing a deliciously invigorating citrus oil deep into my skin. My embarrassment continued when she spread my legs just a little to work the muscles of my inner thighs, leaving me with no doubt that she’d be able to see just how aroused I was by Jaxon’s earlier attentions.
