Eloise and June both squirm. Their cheeks are equally pink. I may have an exhibitionist on my hands, but these two are becoming stellar voyeurs as a result.
Autumn is shaking.
I release her breasts and stand to come to her side. With a finger under her chin, I meet her gaze. “Eggplant?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Squatting in front of her, I pull her panties down and help her step out of them, leaving her in the chastity belt. The device really does make her squirm. It makes my cock hard, too. It’s gold with a tight belt cinched around her waist. A gold chain reaches down the front and the back. The rear chain is nestled between her butt cheeks. The two chains hold a gold cup snuggly against her pussy.
The belt is really just a symbol. If she were determined, she could easily slide a finger under the cup and stroke her clit or pussy. It would be more difficult to insert anything in her cunt, however.
I stay where I am, in front of her, for a few moments, and then I rise and step out of the way.
Autumn trembles, but she doesn’t break her form. She’s stunning. Every inch of her creamy skin is gorgeous. The red welt only adds to the allure. Even a few days from now it will smart when she puts a bra on. It’s a symbol, too, reminding her that she is loved and that Daddy will always give her what she needs.
“Turn to face the chair, naughty girl. I want you to bend over and place your hands on the cushion.” This part wasn’t rehearsed. She had no idea I wasn’t going to take her over my knees. I’m adding a bit of spice to her humiliation.
There’s a tremor in her arms as she assumes the position I’ve demanded.
I tap her thigh. “Spread your legs, naughty girl.”
Her breath hitches as she obeys me. She’s not even arguing. I know she’s in her head. She’s in subspace.
“That’s a good girl. See how easy it is to be Daddy’s good girl?”
Autumn shudders, making her breasts sway. Depending on where each person is seated in the room, they’re getting a variety of views of her ass and her fantastic tits and nipples.
“Drop to your elbows so your bottom is high, Autumn.”
She follows my order.
Fuck, she’s stunning. I could circle around her, watching her in this position, all day. I don’t think anyone else is disappointed, either, based on how riveted they are. I know Blade and Cannon only have eyes for their own women, but they can appreciate a sexy body like anyone else. This scene is a form of art.
No one but me touches my girl. Ever. That’s a hard limit I’ve set. Autumn knows it, and she has told me she wouldn’t want anyone else to touch her. So that’s a closed topic. But watching… That’s another thing entirely. My cock is all kinds of hard already because I know how much Autumn is enjoying this little display.
By the time I land the first swat on her pretty bottom, she’s so deeply in her head that she moans. It’s already erotic for her.
I spank her about a dozen times before coming to her side and leaning down to check her expression.
She turns her head toward me and gives me a hazy smile.
Yeah, she’s good.
I resume spanking her, pinkening her entire bottom and the backs of her thighs. Her breasts sway with every strike, the pink nipples so hard they look like pebbles.
The next time I pause to take her pulse, I take a moment to look at our friends.
Blade has June on his lap. His hand is under her skirt, and his gaze is on her face. I suspect he’s barely paying attention to Autumn.
Eloise is standing between Cannon’s legs. He has his arms around her, and he’s restraining her wrists in one hand in front of her. Her cheeks are bright pink. They’re looking at each other. It’s possible that by now the sound of my palm slapping Autumn’s bottom is enough to keep everyone titillated.
After checking on my girl, I begin a third round of swats. In the middle, I’m peripherally aware of our friends quietly leaving. I don’t directly acknowledge them. Frankly, I’m grateful because I wasn’t really prepared to play with Autumn’s sweet cunt in front of everyone, and that’s exactly what I want to do next.
After the door snicks shut, I set a palm on the small of her back, flick the clasp of the belt, and let it fall to the floor.
She whimpers when I slide one hand between her legs to drag my fingers through her folds.
Autumn lifts her head, arches her back, and moans loud enough that anyone still in the hallway can probably hear her. “Daddy…”
