She blinked and nodded.
I surveyed the room. The room contained audio/visual equipment, not any toys or implements for spanking a little girl into little space.
I pushed her back and stepped away from the counter. I took her hand and led her to the other side of the room, where a desk and an office chair sat.
We stood facing each other. I tilted her head up to look into my eyes.
Despite the sadness in her eyes, a flicker of hope was present. I pushed a stray piece of her blond hair behind her ear. “What’s your safe word, little sneak?”
She inhaled and exhaled.
“Red.”
“Red what?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed until recognition hit her. “Red, Daddy.”
“Very good. And if you want me to slow down or give you a break?”
“Yellow, Daddy.” She nodded.
“What color are you now?” I kissed her lips.
She whispered. “Green,” and let out a little giggle, but it filled my heart. There was my little girl.
“Okay, when I tell you, I want you to slide your panties down to your knees, lay yourself over the desk and ask me for your spanking.”
Her throat hitched, and she nibbled on her lip.
“Can you do that for me?” I kissed her cheek, and she nodded.
“Use your words, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice rose an octave higher than normal. “I can do it.”
“That’s my good girl.” I pulled her jacket off, folded it, and set it in the middle of the desk to give her something a little softer than the hard wood to lay her head on. Her cheeks tinged pink. The color spread up to her ears and down her chest. “Okay, get into position.”
She stepped back, keeping her eyes on me. She reached underneath the layers of tulle and pushed her panties down to her knees. As she turned, her hip brushed against me, and laid herself across the desk. Her dress bunched around her hips. I peeled off one layer, then another. It was like a treasure hunt; on the fifth layer, I found what I was looking for.
“Oh, Kylie.” I groaned. Her ass was as perfect as I remembered from yesterday, but this time I made no concessions to look away from her pretty little pussy, perfectly framed at the apex of her pale white thighs. I ran a hand across her lower back and down her left thigh and circled back and caressed down her right one. She shifted on her feet but stayed in place.
“You ready, Kylie?” I stepped to the side to see her face.
“Please, Daddy.” She sniffled. “Can I please have a spanking?”
“Yes, you may, and good girl for asking for what you need.” I rubbed her lower back.
“Daddy.” She lifted her head. “Can you hold my hands so I don’t reach back and hurt myself?”
My cock had been semi-hard since she asked for the spanking. Her rubbing up against me didn't help, but now it was uncomfortably pressing against my zipper.
She placed her hands across her lower back. I laced my fingers with hers and pressed her down.
She whimpered.
And then I lifted my other hand and brought it down on her backside.
Smack.
