Page 45 of A Daddy to Love

“Little red dots all over your pretty skin, Baby. Daddy loves it.”

I cried out. The praise was better than anything. I tilted my head back to let him know it.

When he smacked my ass I pushed it out as best I could, the stretch on my legs painful. I didn’t care. I wanted this. I liked that I was captive. That I had to work my body hard to move at all because I didn’t have control.

He whipped my thighs and ass until the warmth sank bone deep.

I sucked in air realizing I hadn’t breathed for quite some time.

Daddy came up behind me and pressed his body along mine. His hand reached around and gently traced the V of my briefs to the base of my aching cock. He feather-touched it but didn’t cup.

I tossed my head. I bowed between the cross’s board. Lips brushed my nape. A tongue. I thought I would come. But somehow, I held on. Daddy, the king of edging, seemed to know just when to stop.

He moved way. Something flashed in front of my face.

“This is a crop. It is hard leather and different from the wooden paddle. It will make square red marks on your skin. Green?”

“Green.”

It hurt worst. The paddle was heavy and seemed like it would hurt but it didn’t too much. This was lighter but it stung and burned like being branded. I could hear it like a pat-pat-pat as Daddy went faster. Precum tickled from my cockhead. Now it would look like I wet myself.

I squashed down my cries. I saw flashing lights at the edges of my vision. Like being on the highest rollercoaster in the world, it was glorious.

My cock wanted to burst. My eyeballs bulged.

Next, I felt softness and coolness on my back and thighs. Tears spilled from my eyes. Suddenly, my arms fell to my sides. I had no memory of Daddy untying them. When my legs could straighten out, I slumped.

Daddy caught me just as I opened my eyes and saw the room filled with onlookers.

“Daddy?”

“It’s all right, Baby. You were so good. So very very good.” His lips crushed mine.

A few claps followed by hoots echoed in the room. I rubbed my tears against his skin, catching my nose on his harness.

I began to sob.

Daddy swung me up in a cradle carry and swept me away. The next thing I knew I was sitting on Daddy’s lap in a chair. My thighs and ass burned. He was gently pressing a cool, damp cloth to my back. I saw four walls and a door. The room was the size of a small closet.

A door opened and someone said, “Here are your things.” A bag was dropped on the floor by Daddy’s feet and the door closed.

“Where are we?” My voice shook.

“One of the dressing rooms. Baby, you should have told me it was too much.” He used his free hand to wipe the tears from my face.

“Oh no, Daddy. It wasn’t. I’m not crying.”

He smiled and bopped my nose. “Baby, you are.”

“They’re tears of um, well, I don’t know how to describe it. Like the best orgasm I almost but never quite had? Like coming the whole time but… not?”

Daddy’s mouth dropped open. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing against the harness and bare chest.

“I want you so bad now, Daddy. Please, take us home. I want you. I want you.”

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Truce