Page 12 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER TEN

Kaylee

“You’re a jerk!” I say. He looks like I just smacked him across the face. I giggle and slide my pajama bottoms off. “Guess now you have to spank me, Daddy,” I say. I slide over his lap and say, “I deserve it. You better teach me a lesson.”

He chuckles and says, “You know, the idea behind this whole thing is that I ought to be guiding and helping you, not the other way around.”

“Oooooh,” I say, “then I guess you better spank me for that, too.” I lift my ass up and wiggle it a little. He chuckles again and brings his hand down. It’s a playful spank. I say, “Well, that’s not going to teach me any lessons.”

He chuckles again and says, “Kaylee, I’m not going to punish you.”

It’s my turn to chuckle, “Daddy, a spanking for me wouldn’t be punishment.” I wiggle my ass. “Now don’t be a wimp.”

He brings his hand down hard. I yelp and breathe out, “Oh, God! God!” My voice is filled with pain and I can feel him immediately tense but as the pain slides over my ass it does what spankings always do to me and makes my pussy pulse with pleasure and need. I moan loudly and there’s no mistaking the authenticity of my voice. He tests with another spank, not hard enough, and I whine.

He delivers a wonderfully brutal spank and I yelp again and moan. I can tell he’s shocked even though I know for a fact there are little girls in this community for whom spanking is never a punishment precisely because it turns them on. The idea that I’m the first woman he experiences who enjoys it makes me so damned… well, not horny. I’m already horny as hell.

Another spank, another moan.

Another.

Another.

“Oh, God, Daddy! I need you!”

I try to get up but he presses his hand between my shoulder blades and keeps me down as he lands another spank. I beg again, “Please, Daddy! Please, now!” He ignores me and lands another spank.

And I cum.

Spankings always bring me right to the edge but this is the first time a spanking results in an orgasm. It shocks me, of course, and I don’t even have a frame of reference for things. I can’t think clearly at all. He lands two more spanks while I’m cumming. The orgasm must make me far more receptive to sensation because the spanks hurt far, far more.

And the orgasm rages in ways I can’t even comprehend.

I try to beg Daddy to fuck me but I can’t. I can’t speak. I can only experience the pleasure taking over my body in a shocking, overpowering way. He lands another spank and I wish I could speak because I have no idea how to take any more. Thankfully, Daddy sees across his lap the cumming little girl with the pink ass cheeks and he can’t wait any longer for his relief.

He flips me over and there’s a moment of absolute torture as he gets his cock out but then he’s inside of me and my arms and legs are wrapped around him. It’s overpowering to me. Never before has a spanking resulted in an orgasm for me and the spankings I managed to get guys to give me in the past were never as powerful as this one.

Because Daddy knows what I need.

I think about it because every single thrust pushes my ass cheeks against the cushions and there’s plenty of pain that gets added to the pleasure. I don’t know why I love it. I can’t even wrap my head around how good it feels. It feels good, though. It feels a hell of a lot better than just good. It’s like the pain on my still smarting ass cheeks makes my body respond to the pleasure more readily. I try to cry out and I can’t. I want so desperately to scream.

As he thrusts into me I fight an epic battle just to breathe in and then another epic battle to get my mouth to form the word but I finally manage to scream the most important word on Earth. “Daddy!”

He’s my Daddy.

And I’m his little girl.

Forever.