Fuckthat hurts.
Tears well in my eyes as a second stripe is laid down, and then a third. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy please!”
But he doesn’t even acknowledge my tearful pleas for mercy. The only response I receive is another stroke of the belt, another agonizing line of fire.
By the sixth stroke, those tears are streaming down my cheeks and my begging has turned into something of a mantra.Daddy, please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl, I swear. No more, Daddy, no more.
Through it all, he continues whipping the belt down across my aching bottom, until something in me finally breaks and I collapse over his lap, sobbing out all the yucky feelings that have built up inside me since my last playdate.
“Come here, little gremlin. Daddy’s got you.”
Lifting me up into his arms, he cradles me on his lap, gently rocking me as my tears soak his shirt.
“I’m s-sorr-sorry!”
“I know, baby. And you took your spanking so well. It’s all behind us now.”
As if by magic, those words seal the cracks in my heart, the ones put there by the guilt of being such a naughty girl. With a shuddering sigh, I snuggle into him as he holds me close.
His hand is large enough to cup nearly my entire ass, and as he strokes the welts left behind by his belt, a completely different sensation makes itself known. The arousal that had faded during my punishment comes roaring back to life. My pussy throbs with the need to be filled, and a low, needy whine slips from my lips as I shift on Daddy’s lap. Pain flashes as my punished ass presses against the thick denim of his jeans, but the pain only fuels the burning need between my thighs.
Daddy’s chest rumbles with laughter. “What’s wrong, little gremlin? Why are you so squirmy all of a sudden? Do you need to potty?”
Fresh humiliation floods my cheeks. Not only because I hate being asked that question, but because I know our audience can hear every word he’s saying. “Daddy…” I whine, drawing his name out as I bury my face against his neck.
“What?” His voice is full of feigned innocence and surprise. “It’s an important question. We can’t have you making a mess all over the stage.”
The implication that I really am too Little to be trusted not to piss myself has the flames of humiliation growing to an inferno. “I don’t need to potty!”
“Oh. Well, what’s wrong then?”
Shifting on his lap, I let my thighs fall open, exposing my aching, dripping pussy. “My kitty hurts, Daddy.”
I’m still whining, partially because I’m so deep in that headspace, but also because I know how much Daddy loves it. He loves all the noises I make for him, but reducing me to a whiny, needy little mess is his absolute favorite thing in the world.
“Poor little gremlin,” he murmurs, sliding his hand over my hip to my inner thigh, every too-light touch igniting lines of fire on my skin. “Do you want Daddy to fuck your poor, needy little kitty?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I see. And what’s the rule about my Little girl being allowed to come after a punishment?”
Dread settles like a rock in my stomach even as his fingers move closer and closer to where I ache for him. “But Daddy, I learned my lesson!”
“That’s not what I asked, little girl. What’s the rule?”
The tips of his fingers are right at the juncture where my thigh and pussy meet, teasing and taunting me with all the things I can’t have. “N-no orgasms if I break any of our big rules.”
“That’s right. But I can tell you’re very, very sorry, so I’m willing to compromise.”
Excitement lights up inside me, but it’s tempered by caution. “What kind of compromise?”
“You have two choices. Daddy will fuck your pretty pussy like you want, but you won’t be allowed to come the rest of the night, even after you go home.”
Ugh. That option is only a compromise because usually if I break a “big rule” he fucks my face while denying me. At least this way I’ll get to feel him inside me, stretching me the way I desperately crave, even if I’m not allowed to come.
“What’s my second choice?”
His fingers drift lower, and before he even speaks I know what he’s going to offer. “Daddy fucks this tight little asshole and you get to come as many times as you want, including when you get home and you’re daydreaming about how thoroughly Daddy punished you. What’s it going to be, little gremlin?”
